Mr Comey and Trump's Unending Wars.

In the United States, of late, a new, nasty turn has entered the writing of memoirs. We used to write those books because they give us something to do in the boredom of retirement, could bring in hefty cash and at the same time satisfy some personal joy on the sidelines. James Comey, the ex-FBI Director fired by President Trump doesn't seem to be looking for money, looks very busy and if he's in retirement or semi-retirement, he's certainly deriving no joy from the inactivity. It would have been his wish he was still FBI Director, revelling in the glamour and power of office and he wasn't going to like it at all he was kicked from office by a man who has certainly not filched hair from sheep and whose hands are not really out of proportions as we think, virtually the only positive things he said about President Trump in his trending memoirs. If Mr Comey was out to unleash some vendetta, have some pound of flesh, a direction some memoirs are now turning, he has given himself some relief. Let's be sincere, Comey's sacking surprised even himself, he has been chafing all the while and he was certainly going to fight back and he has done plenty of hitting back in his latest book.
And the book isn't really going to do much more than that. He could write tomes and tomes of horrendous things about his ex-boss and still not say more than what we already know about him. Many of these thing's are in the open: Trump has a mafia-like impulse for elimination and it is hardly all about execution, even the most trenchant exhibitions of loyalty do not guarantee aides they would be spared the axe. What saved you today might be your death sentence tomorrow and in this way, you might liken him to the infamous Ugandan dictator, Idi Amin. In fact, Trump sounds and looks eerie because so many personae swirl around him, images from many outlandish, troubling figures of history. Comey's memoirs will contain so many truths, and a rich sprinkling of outright fables, but it wouldn't matter a jot: Trump is such a grotesque character that anything trivial or prodigious redounds on him. He is a sort of Pandora Box and many of us are resigned to whatever he might throw up.
And out of view, Mr Comey might be silently bitting his ow fingers. If he had been convinced he did right by reopening the Clinton e-mails brouhaha when he did then he wouldn't have been making so much noise about Obama's vote of confidence. He reopened that particular nasty box and out flew a president that would busy himself not with substance but with so many unending wars.