There is a name that crawls across the most shameful court filings of our era like a maggot across rotting meat: Jocelyn Ballantine.
There is a name that crawls across the most shameful court filings of our era like a maggot across rotting meat: Jocelyn Ballantine. She has no face. She has no photograph. She has no soul. She is the DOJ’s house ghoul—pale, sexless, and utterly invisible.
