Justice Delayed Is Justice Denied.

Russians at the National Prayer Breakfast. Russians with their fingers in the voting rolls, and probably the tabulators. Russians determining US policy through their puppets. Russians making us do everything they want because no one can stop them from sticking their fingers in the back of our heads and making us dance.

Our vaunted, tremendous military spending didn't protect us at all. Our intelligence spending may be trying to help, but the political winds are blowing Russian because a large media presence is mouthing the words Russia chooses for them, and their methods are slowly working on a population that has been prepared for programming for fifty years.

It's getting close to the end, one way or the other. But I have to say this one thing -- people have been hurt. People have died, people have been traumatized, people have had their lives upended, and all decent people the world over have spent the last year bearing an intolerable weight on their souls.

A Democratic president would, with exactly the same evidence, be in prison now, and the Democratic Party destroyed forever. Any other non-white, non-conservative citizen of this nation would be in prison right now. This delay is the direct result of privilege -- for the wealthy, white, conservative, and boundaryless.

Justice is being denied to the nation because some people are more equal than others. It has always been this way, but it has never been more evident than right now.

Without justice there will be no peace, no stability, no place to stand. We will turn in on ourselves and balkanize, and the rest of the world will pick up our pieces. Justice will be forced to wait, perhaps for generations.

Mr. Mueller, I believe you are an honest officer of the law. But the time is coming soon when that role will become meaningless. There will be no law, only power. And that will mean the end of you, and us, in the roles we serve.

It's getting late, sir. The shadows are growing. We all understand the need for process, inequal as it may be for some. But there must come a moment when your process will vanish into the wind like dust.

Now or never has appeared on the horizon.