The Harder They Fall…. The saga of Anthony Fauci is a now all too familiar example of narcissistic and bureaucratic insiders who start with a classic rise only to fall into utter destruction. Think also John Bolton, James Comey, Jack Smith, and now Anthony Fauci. Fueled by media flattery, and their over the top rhetoric, they posture as consummate “professionals.” These egomaniacs convince themselves they are our untouchable defenders of the established Washingtonian order, as supposedly sober and judicious custodians of the government. And when warned where they are ultimately headed, and to tread lightly, they instead interpret such sound advice as the jealousy of the envious. In the current decade that arrogance is best manifested as crusading against public enemy number one, Donald J. Trump. So insidiously they up their Trump derangement rhetoric. They cite their titles and degrees as they vaingloriously skirt the law. Finally drunk on leftwing media adulation, they delude themselves into believing that their megalomaniac behavior is exempt from any consequences. And then what? At the apex of their hubris, Nemesis strikes. And they fall hard by their own overweening arrogance. John Bolton could not just be content and thankful that he finally got a cabinet-level appointment without the need for Senate confirmation, and thus show some deference to his savior Donald Trump. Instead, almost immediately like some rookie intern he began sending classified information over unsecure email—writing an on-the-job, tell-all book, timed to appear during the 2020 election and to sandbag his own president. After all, who would dare to question much less cross the expert John Bolton as he rushed heading into felony convictions and self-implosion? In 2016 FBI James Comey acted as if he was the godhead of American law enforcement. As investigator, prosecutor, judge and jury he alone would adjudicate whether the classified document destroyer Hillary Clinton committed a felony. Comey alone would launch a Steele-dossier witch hunt against Donald Trump, and crown himself the veritable arbiter of presidential elections. And now? His rendezvous with Nemesis rendered him a disgraced leaker and fired FBI director, claiming amnesia or ignorance 245 times under oath before a House committee. Comey was finally reduced to the role of a social media pop philosopher. His final curtain call? Comey was posting seashell “8647” infantile threats—and then denying as a former FBI Director that “86” had anything to with violent acts of expulsion. Jack Smith was an obscure liberal fixture in DOJ circles for years—until he was coronated as special counsel—coincidentally three days after Trump, on November 15, 2022, announced he was running for president in 2024. How strange that the same day, Letitia James was for some reason in the White House. Nathan Wade, Fannie Willis’s paramour, was too, meeting with Biden’s White House counsel. And on that day too Merrick Garland’s number three prosecutor Michael Colangelo (freshly hired from James’s prosecution team) announced he was leaving his billet, soon on spec to join Alvin Bragg’s lawfare. The left began thinking Smith was godlike, a veritable new and improved Robert Mueller, similarly tasked with delivering the federal knock-out blow to Donald Trump. Within months of his appointment, Smith became a holy crusader to the leftwing media. That adulation and his hubris drove Smith to rush his absurd 44 indictments to get Trump as recklessly and quickly as possible—worried that Trump first might be elected and thus by Supreme Court case law immune as a sitting president from prosecution. So the more the media deified him, the more maddened Smith became. Smith finally was reduced to tapping the phone records of U.S. Senators and grabbing National Archive records of Trump’s text messaging, where he was surveying the private correspondence of more U.S. senators. And now? Nemesis reduced him from the heights of would-be Trump slayer to a failed, and unscrupulous prosecutor, omitting to report free and untaxed legal services from his own firm, abandoned by his media toadies, and soon to be facing criminal referrals. You can add John Brennan, James Clapper, Mark Milley, and Robert Mueller to the same cast. They too became intoxicated with government power, and believed they were divinely appointed to end Trump. And so they played out a Greek tragedy, consumed by hubris (overweening arrogance) that drove them to atê (mindless recklessness), only to end in Nemesis (cosmic retribution and destruction). These egos never learned that the amoral leftwing media is a fickle flatterer (remember they even once deified the Stormy Daniels con artist and soon to be felon Michale Avenatti as presidential timber.) These unelected legends in their own minds confuse their enormous government granted powers at their disposal as bureaucrats with some sort of regal right that will exempt them from any consequences of their lawless arrogance. And so soon they lie under oath to Congress, or call up Chinese generals to warn them about their own president, or sign patently false affidavits attesting that the Hunter Biden laptop was the work of the Ruskies, or tap senatorial phones—or almost anything that would ensure their inevitable fall from grace and utter humiliation. So too with the once celestial and now laughingstock Anthony Fauci (who once compared himself to Albert Einstein). The common denominator? The greater their arrogance, the harder they certainly fall.