James Comey's Perjury: Chickens Come Home to Roost!

James Comey’s chickens are finally coming home to roost—and it’s about time. The former FBI Director, once treated like some Boy Scout saint by the media, is now staring down potential perjury charges. A Virginia grand jury is weighing whether Comey flat-out lied to Congress in his September 2020 testimony about his role in the 2016 election fiasco—specifically, whether he green-lit leaks to the media.

For years, critics have called him what he really is: a swamp creature dressed up in self-righteousness, hiding his dirty politics behind the FBI badge. Now, the Justice Department has until next Tuesday to act before the five-year statute of limitations expires. Insiders say prosecutors are ready to pull the trigger, even as Comey’s defenders whine there’s “not enough evidence.” Translation: the political class is panicking.

Trump’s handpicked prosecutor is pressing forward anyway—good. For too long, Comey has played word games, smirking like he’s untouchable. But voters aren’t fooled. They remember his leaks, his Clinton double standards, his Russia hoax spin. The guy isn’t Mr. Clean—he’s Mr. Cover-Up.

Of course, the Left will scream “political persecution,” but that dog won’t hunt. If an everyday American lied to Congress, they’d already be rotting in a jail cell. Why should the FBI’s former top cop be any different?

Far From Woke verdict: When the so-called lawman breaks the law, lock him up and throw away the key.