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FILE - In this March 14, 2016 file photo, Massachusetts Senate President Stanley Rosenberg speaks during a signing ceremony for legislation aimed at reversing a deadly opioid addiction crisis at the Statehouse in Boston. Rosenberg will be the featured speaker at the annual meeting of the Massachusetts Newspaper Publishers Association on Thursday, Nov. 30, 2017, in Boston. (AP Photo/Elise Amendola, File)

The FBI should be devoting a lot more effort to investigating the alleged sexual predations of the state Senate president’s boy toy and a lot less to shamefully brooming the espionage investigation of Hillary Clinton and attempting to subvert the duly elected president of the United States.

The way the FBI has been behaving lately is a disgrace. The corruption right now at 935 Pennsylvania Ave NW is worse than Watergate, worse than Whitey Bulger. As police-state crooked as the Bureau has become, it needs some new initials.

May I suggest KGB?

It was reported yesterday that the local G-men have opened a probe of Byron Hefner, the Pee Wee Herman lookalike who is 38 years younger than Sen. Stanley Rosenberg. This is good news, the first indication in months that the FBI is actually performing a public service – namely, fighting crime, rather than elected Republicans.

Have you been following the adventures of FBI Agent Peter Strzok (rhymes with “suck”) and his FBI-lawyer girlfriend, Lisa Page?

Strzok and Page are the FBI’s most famous extramarital lovers since Gay Edgar Hoover and his deputy director, Clyde Tolson, who for decades played Byron Hefner to Rosenberg’s Hoover. Johnny and Clyde, they called them.

Forget the Russian meddling in the 2016 presidential election, because there wasn’t any. It was the corrupt FBI that tried to fix the election, on behalf of Hillary Clinton.

The Clintons and the FBI spent last year in bed together, just like the never-Trump lovebirds

As we now know, when Page and Strzok weren’t playing doctor with the shades drawn, they were madly texting back and forth about how much they despised Donald J. Trump.

In August of last year, after one such sit-down, Romeo texted Juliet:

“I want to believe the path you threw out for consideration in Andy’s office – that there’s no way (Trump) gets elected – but I’m afraid we can’t take that risk. It’s like an insurance policy in the unlikely event you die before you’re 40.”

An insurance policy? To make sure Trump doesn’t get elected? On his worst day, Hoover never dreamed of fixing a presidential election. He just wanted to keep his job past age 70 and get a few tips from the Mob on fixed horse races.

During the Whitey Bulger years, I got to know a cop from Oklahoma named Mike Huff. He’d spent decades investigating a gangland hit in Tulsa that had been contracted by a crooked Boston FBI agent named H. Paul Rico.

One day Huff flew to Miami to interview the “much-decorated” Rico, the proverbial “cop’s cop” according to his press clippings.

“I grew up thinking the FBI was on the level,” Huff said. “So I walk into Rico’s office thinking I’m about to meet the best cop in the world. After listening to him for about five minutes, it dawns on me – I’m not talking to a cop, I’m talking to The Godfather!”

Welcome to the club, Detective Huff.

Rico died in a prison hospital in 2003, days after his indictment in that gangland hit. He was Zip Connolly’s mentor in the Bureau. Zip, another decorated G-man from Boston, is now in a Florida prison until 2039 for his role in another organized-crime hit, in Miami.

That’s the FBI we know here in Boston. In their dragnets, the G-men leave no stone unturned, except the one the gangsters who are paying them off are hiding under. In this current case, the Clintons.

Strzok deep-sixed the Hillary probe, when he wasn’t heading off to Motel 6 with his married gal pal. She was another great cop – if you want to hide something real good, just stick it in one of Lisa Page’s lawbooks.

When Strzok was finally busted last summer, he wasn’t summarily fired. He now works in the FBI’s HR – Human Relations. Again, the parallels to earlier corruption in the Bureau are eerie. Zip Connolly’s bent boss was a drunkard named John Morris. After he took $7000 cash from Whitey and set up still another gangland hit on Northern Avenue, the agent Whitey called “Vino” was promoted to director of the FBI training academy in Quantico, VA.

To this day, Vino is collecting a government pension. Who says crime doesn’t pay? It surely does for the FBI. Always has, and apparently always will.

So don’t worry, Bryon Hefner. Maybe you too can make your problem go away. Do I have to draw you a diagram?

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Howie Carr is the New York Times best-selling author of The Brothers Bulger and Hitman, in addition to several other Boston organized-crime books and two novels. He is the host of a New England-wide radio talk-show syndicated to more than 20 stations, and is a member of the Radio Hall of Fame in Chicago.

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