From an article in the American Spectator titled “An Elegy for the FBI“:
Thanks to the raid of Trump’s home, the FBI is not only faced with having lost the confidence and cooperation of almost half of America. It has also transformed itself into a despised moral leper colony — a painted, hagged out, repellent, and whorish mockery of what it used to be.
And that really is the tragedy of the FBI. It was once trusted and almost revered by much of America. Today, even its Democratic Party overseers regard it with contempt as yet another tool to be used at their whim. Its Special Agents, once some of the best investigators and crime-fighters in the country, are now no more than apparatchiks for their ideological masters. I used to look forward to working with FBI agents who would come to the prison where I worked to investigate leads and follow them up. Now? Right now, I wouldn’t give an FBI agent the time of day, for fear it would be twisted and used against me.
Can the FBI be restored? I sincerely doubt it. The rot has set in throughout its middle and upper echelons. They’d all have to be fired, to the last man and woman, in order to appoint replacements who were non-partisan and professional; but where would such replacements be found? Almost certainly, not among more junior agents. The agency has long made sure that the people it recruits fit into the mold it’s created for itself. Given that, could they be trusted to be objective and even-handed when promoted to higher rank? I suspect most of us would answer that question with a resounding “No!”
The whole country is the poorer for that.