LUCPARK doesn’t have a monopoly on posting controversial topics. Therefore, I’m posting the following (I didn’t write it but EVERYONE should read it):
Dear Ms Bondi,
I’m writing to you as an American citizen, a former pastor, and the father of a daughter.
I spent today, as much of the nation, watching you speak before the House Judiciary Committee in a state of stunned disbelief, which surprised me, as I thought you’d reached a moral bottom many weeks ago.
I witnessed you posturing and protesting, feigning indignation in the face of reasonable questions you repeatedly refused to answer.
I looked on as you deflected and pivoted, performing the wildest verbal gymnastics to keep from providing the simple clarity that our elected representatives asked for and deserved—and wondered why anyone would do that.
I sat incredulous, watching you appear to lie with great ease, even joy, seeming to contradict both irrefutable evidence and your own words in the past. It was a tour de force in distraction, a true masterclass in gaslighting.
And while a thousand thoughts ran through my head, when it was over, I was left with a single question:
How does someone become Pam Bondi?
I’m not speaking about your education, your professional experience, or your career path, which are easily retrieved. I’m talking about the meandering road to losing one’s soul.
I wonder how an apparently intelligent human being finds themselves sitting in that chair in front of the watching world in a moment of such gravity, so completely bereft of empathy, so seemingly unencumbered by other people’s suffering, and so strident in the face of simple accountability.
I try to imagine how you, the person entrusted with stewarding the Law in the highest seat of power here, arrives at a place where that Law has seemingly become irrelevant.
Are the money and the power so intoxicating that they have rendered your conscience inoperable?
Has your journey been filled with a million small moral compromises that burdened you in the beginning, but slowly emotionally anesthetized you to the point that now you feel nothing?
Are you so beholden to the man who enabled your ascension to this lofty space that you are willing to shield him from the litany of heinous sins that you must know well he is guilty of?
