JEFF CHILDERS

The next story ties into both of the week’s big reveals. On Wednesday, the Times ran a wonderfully encouraging article headlined, “Maurene Comey, Prosecutor of Jeffrey Epstein, Is Fired.” Bye, Felecia!

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Another high-profile head just rolled out of the DOJ. This time, it was Maurene Comey, assistant U.S. attorney in Manhattan, who prosecuted both Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell, and also happens to be the daughter of Trump nemesis James Comey, the former FBI Director implicated in Pam Bondi’s nuclear RussiaGate disclosure.

Maurene was the DOJ’s face of Epstein’s prosecution. She oversaw everything from the Ghislaine Maxwell trial to repeated attempts to block FOIA releases of Epstein-related records. Just last year, she filed a sworn declaration arguing that more disclosure “could embarrass and harass witnesses” in a potential Maxwell retrial. The judge agreed, and the files stayed sealed.

She wasn’t just fired. She was surgically excised, one day before President Trump ordered Attorney General Pam Bondi to petition for unsealing Epstein’s grand jury records, and two days before DNI Tulsi Gabbard publicly implicated her father, James Comey, in the RussiaGate hoax.

The timing wasn’t a coincidence. Come on. It was choreography.

Maurene is the highest-profile federal prosecutor booted since Trump dropped the corruption case against Mayor Eric Adams, which triggered a walkout of (at least) eight DOJ attorneys. The Times pretended like nobody knows why she got the curt pink slip. “The reason for Ms. Comey’s firing was not immediately clear,” the Times snarled.

Well, maybe not immediately. But over the next two days, the clarity improved significantly.

I’ll just say this: Some of our blackpilled friends immediately claimed Maurene’s firing was a knee-jerk response to the brewing “Epstein is a Democrat scam” scandal. That flawed reasoning assumes the Trump Team is flying blind, lurching from one headline to another, always in defensive fire-control mode.

To believe that, you must ignore every bit of available evidence. Trump is consistently beating the Swamp. That would be impossible by improvisation. If Trump were flailing, the Swamp would be winning. Instead, it keeps losing ground.

Look. You don’t time a key prosecutor’s firing one day before a seismic unsealing request, and two days before a public declassification attack on her father, unless you’re running a playbook. What Trump’s critics really want —especially the ones ostensibly on his own side— is to be let in on the plan. They want the playbook opened, the cards shown, the finale spoiled.

That’s a loser’s impulse. And it is so obviously a loser’s impulse that one is tempted to question the critics’ motivations. I won’t do that, though, because my philosophy is to avoid joining in friendly fire. But I strongly suggest the critics get a grip on themselves. Let the man work.