by Burt Prelutsky

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Something that’s been missing in the recent scandals swirling around the FBI and the Department of Justice are the patriotic whistleblowers who are willing to step forward to remind us why these federal departments deserve our trust, if, in fact, they do.

Heck, it wasn’t all that long ago, 2002 to be exact, that Time magazine named three whistleblowers, Sherron Watkins of Enron, Cynthia Cooper of WorldCom and Coleen Rowley of the FBI, their Persons of the Year.

Mrs. Rowley was honored because she had documented how personnel at FBI headquarters in Washington had ignored information provided by the Minneapolis field office regarding Zacarias Moussaoui, who had aroused the suspicions of local agents, including Mrs. Rowley, by taking flight courses at the airport in Eagan, Minnesota. This was in the wake of jihadists having hijacked a French airliner.

Moussaoui was later arrested, convicted and sentenced to life in prison, for his involvement with the 911 hijackers.

After hearing her testimony before his committee, Sen. Chuck Grassley (R-IA) pushed for a major reorganization of the Bureau. The good news is that Sen. Grassley is still in the Senate and still trying to get the FBI to shape up. The bad news is that none of the 35,000 agents who are constantly being praised has had the gumption to step forward and denounce the upper echelon befouling the Bureau.

It has approached the level of gospel that although people like Loretta Lynch, James Comey, Andrew McCabe, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, James Baker and Bruce Ohr, are guilty of malfeasance, corruption and perhaps even treason, their multitude of subordinates are all dedicated patriots who are willing to sacrifice their lives if need be to protect the nation and defend the Constitution.

So, how is it that not a single one has stepped forward to tell us what he or she knows about the sordid politicizing of the Bureau, even as the higher-ups looked the other way as liar-Hillary Clinton had her congressionally-subpoenaed cell phones hammered into tiny pieces and her private server bleached into oblivion?

Where is the dedicated agent who’s willing to step forward to testify about Mrs. liar-Clinton’s subordinates being granted immunity a year before they were even questioned; about the Bureau drafting a statement clearing Mrs. liar-Clinton of all charges months before she was even invited to testify as to what she knew about Benghazi; the tarmac meeting between her husband and Loretta Lynch; or her security-breaching use of a private server housed in her basement?

I’m not suggesting that whistleblowers are all pure as the driven snow when it comes to their motives. The cause could be bitterness at being passed over for a promotion or even be sexual in nature. But I’m getting tired of politicians and pundits vouching for the integrity of 35,000 people they don’t know and are in no position to evaluate.

Also, let us not ignore the fact that the legendary FBI fell down on the job when it came to doing something about Nicolas Cruz before he shot up the high school in Parkland, Florida, or Stephen Paddock before he used country music fans in Las Vegas for target practice.

Perhaps the problem is that between Hollywood’s gangster movies and schoolyard taunts, most of us have been brought up to regard snitching as sinful, even though by not reporting what we know or strongly suspect to be true, we become accessories to crimes ranging from bullying to mass-murder.

⦿ I first became aware of this problem years ago when the pedophile scandal involving the Catholic Church first broke. Over time, we all learned that members of the Church hierarchy were aware of the abominations committed on Catholic children, and that the way that the bishops elected to deal with it was by transferring the creepy clericals from one diocese to another. Which was the equivalent of a physician treating cancer, not by surgically removing the diseased cells, but by moving it from the pancreas to the liver.

Although the scandal centered on the priests and their highly-placed enablers, I found myself thinking about the other students at the seminary who had to be aware of the pedophiles in their midst but remained silent.

I’m not saying that every single seminarian could identify every potential abuser of children, but we’re talking about men in their early 20s who were preparing for lives of celibacy. In the secular world, males that age are focused almost entirely on sex. I’m not convinced that those who are about to forsake sexual relations for the next 50 or 60 years aren’t going to discuss the subject at all.

And even if the pedophiles didn’t come clean about their creepy proclivities, there are telltale signs, which could in that place and at that time consist of maintaining a suspicious silence.

Years ago, I knew an ex-FBI agent who had worked undercover, posing as a pedophile to get evidence on a group engaged in producing and distributing child porn. He told me that, aside from having to listen to their perverted fantasies, the most difficult part of carrying off the role was being in a public place with some of the freaks and forcing himself to stop taking a second look as an attractive woman passed by and focusing his attention, instead, on children.

⦿ Years ago, when the U.S. was engaged in the Vietnam War, I was constantly surprised when the anti-war protesters would single out Dow Chemicals because they produced napalm. When it came to Agent Orange, that was a different matter, because the herbicide, which was supposed to thin out the Vietnamese forests, making it easier for our troops to find the enemy, wound up killing our own soldiers over the next several decades.

But napalm was used in flamethrowers and only killed the enemy. Being fried to death is terrible, but so is being shot in the gut or having a bomb blow off your limbs. It just seemed to me that the only relevant argument was whether or not we should have been at war, not the nature of the weapons used to wage it.

That is why I’m so conflicted about the current flap over the use of chemical weapons in Syria. I know that Bashar al-Assad is a vicious despot, and, even worse, the puppet of our enemies, Russia and Iran. Over the past half dozen years, Assad has slaughtered over 300,000 of his fellow Syrians, only a small percentage of them by means of chlorine gas. But the French, the Brits and we Americans, only seem to feel we have to do something to avenge that small handful of victims.

Some insist we have to do something because the gas is killing small children. Well, bombs have killed and maimed far more of them.

I’m not arguing that we should be more involved in Syria. But if our only real concern is with Assad’s weaponry, I suspect we should be less involved.

⦿ One of my subscribers had the gall to send me the following email:

“Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antarctica? Where do they go? Well, wonder no longer.

“It is a fact that penguins are a very ritualistic bird that lives a very complex and ordered life. The penguin is very committed to its family, mating for life and even maintaining lifelong contact with its offspring.

“If a penguin is found dead on the surface of the ice, members of his family and social circle will dig holes in the ice using their vestigial wings and beaks until the hole is deep enough for the deceased to be rolled in and buried.

“The male penguins than gather in a circle and sing: ‘Freeze a jolly good fellow, freeze a jolly good fellow.’

“You didn’t really believe that I knew anything about penguins, did you? It’s so easy to fool old people.”

I replied: “You really don’t want to screw around with this old geezer. Keep in mind that I can always get my revenge by posting your name and letting people know exactly where you live.”

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