Oh, Pam! February 15, 2026 “We were told that MAGA was for working-class Americans. But this is a government of, by, and for the ultra-rich. It’s the wealthiest Cabinet ever. This is the Epstein class. They are the elites they pretend to hate.” — Senator Jon Ossoff (90 seconds) Congressman Jared Moskowitz holding up a bible for Pam Bondi: “Trump’s name appears more times in the Epstein files than God’s name appears in the book about God. By the way, this is a Trump Bible, move over King James. Trump’s name also appears more times in the Epstein file than Harry Potter’s name appears in the seven books about Harry Potter!” Five extraordinary minutes, beginning with sincere praise — they’ve known each other a long time. Which raises the question elaborated on below: what happened to Pam Bondi??? But first . . . Did you see Pam Bondi on SNL four months ago? Pure enjoyment, except for the fact that she is destroying the Department of Justice, so fundamental to democracy. The two most important things in life, I would argue, are love and justice. (Well, and health, which this administration is doing what it can to screw up as well.) So what happened to her? Dear Pam Bondi, writes Jon Pavlovitz: 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 sat incredulous, watching you appear to lie with great ease, even perverse joy, seeming, to my ears, 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 all over, I was left with a single question: How does someone become Pam Bondi? 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 redacted 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? . . . I abhor your callous disregard for the daughters who stood courageously before you today, whose eyes you did not have the dignity to look into; women whose black, cavernous hell you know full well, because you’ve pored over it countless times in words, photos, and videos that are still being concealed. It sickens me to my core to know that thousands of survivors, girls and young women not unlike my daughter, have experienced unspeakable horrors and are finding in you, not a fierce and willing advocate, not a steadfast warrior who will deliver them justice, but an unsuspecting, shame-throwing avatar of the men who brutalized them. Read in full? THE FILES In case you feel like searching around to see who’s in them, incomplete and redacted though they be, here they are.