Comey’s Fate Could Lie In the Hands Of New U.S. Attorney Jeanine Pirro

Former FBI Director James Comey is under scrutiny after posting an Instagram photo showing seashells arranged as “86 47,” which critics claim was a veiled threat against President Trump.

“86” is mob slang for “kill,” and “47” refers to Trump as the 47th president.

Comey deleted the post, claiming he misunderstood the message. The Secret Service questioned him, but charges remain uncertain.

Any prosecution decision rests with Attorney General Pam Bondi, with Trump ally Jeanine Pirro possibly leading it.

Trump and others, including Tulsi Gabbard, insist Comey knew the message’s implications, calling it a dangerous and deliberate threat.

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