Republican Congressman Brandon Gill of Texas has officially dropped the hammer — filing articles of impeachment against U.S. District Judge James Boasberg for his central role in the Biden administration’s surveillance scandal, Operation Arctic Frost.
Boasberg was the judge who rubber-stamped the subpoenas that gave Special Counsel Jack Smith the green light to spy on Republican lawmakers — a breathtaking abuse of power that reads like something out of an Orwell novel. This wasn’t oversight. It was overreach:
“Chief Judge Boasberg has compromised the impartiality of the judiciary and created a constitutional crisis. He is shamelessly weaponizing his power against his political opponents, including Republican members of Congress who are faithfully serving the American people within their jurisdiction,” Rep. Gill told
“Judge Boasberg was an accomplice in the egregious Arctic Frost scandal where he equipped the Biden DOJ to spy on Republican senators. His lack of integrity makes him clearly unfit for the gavel. I am proud to once again introduce articles of impeachment against Judge Boasberg to hold him accountable for his high crimes and misdemeanors,” he added.
The articles of impeachment charge Boasberg with one count of abuse of power, according to text obtained by Fox News.
“Ignoring his responsibility to wield the power of his office in a constitutional manner, Chief Judge Boasberg granted Special Counsel John L. Smith authorization to issue frivolous nondisclosure orders in furtherance of the Federal Bureau of Investigation project codenamed ARCTIC FROST,” the text read.“These nondisclosure orders covered Members of Congress who were acting in accord with their legislative duties and privileges guaranteed by Article 1, Section 6, Clause 1 of the U.S. Constitution.”
Article I, Section 6, Clause 1 of the Constitution couldn’t be clearer — members of Congress have the absolute right to speak, debate, and legislate without interference or intimidation from outside forces. It’s one of the bedrock protections against tyranny — and exactly what Operation Arctic Frost trampled over.
The trove of Arctic Frost documents released last month by Senator Chuck Grassley (R-IA) exposed just how far the Biden DOJ and Judge James Boasberg were willing to go. They revealed subpoenas for the phone records of 10 U.S. senators and one House lawmaker — along with gag orders to Verizon and AT&T instructing them not to alert the targets. Verizon quietly complied; AT&T refused.
What’s still unclear is what, if any, documentation Boasberg reviewed before greenlighting this outrageous violation of constitutional privilege.
As I stood there, vulnerable and exposed, I felt a surge of emotions that I couldn’t quite describe. The room was filled with a heavy silence, interrupted only by the awkward shuffling of feet and the hushed whispers of guests. My mother-in-law’s triumphant smirk seemed to widen, but her moment of victory was short-lived.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the tension. It was my best friend, Sarah, who had been with me through every part of my cancer journey. She stepped forward, her voice unwavering and strong, “How dare you humiliate someone who has already battled so hard to stand here today?” Her words echoed in the church, bouncing off the walls and penetrating the hearts of everyone present.
Before I knew it, other voices joined in. My bridesmaid, my college friends, even some of the groom’s relatives began to speak up. “You’re beautiful just the way you are,” someone said, while another added, “She’s a survivor, and that’s more than admirable.” Their words wrapped around me like a warm embrace, and the shame I felt moments ago began to dissolve. My groom, still holding me close, turned to his mother with a stern expression. “Mom, this is not how I wanted this day to go,” he said, his voice firm but filled with disappointment. “You owe her an apology.”
The mother-in-law’s face turned from smug satisfaction to one of embarrassment. The power of the crowd’s support had turned the tide, and she suddenly found herself the focus of judgment. Her cheeks flushed, and she mumbled a begrudging apology, though her eyes still held a shadow of defiance. But it wasn’t her apology that mattered anymore. What mattered was the unexpected outpouring of love and solidarity from the people around me. The guests, one by one, began to clap, a slow and steady rhythm that built into a crescendo, their smiles and nodding heads communicating far more than words ever could. I felt a warmth spread through me as I realized that I was not alone.
In that moment, I understood that the wig had been a shield, but it wasn’t what defined me. The people who stood by me, who saw past the bald head to the person I truly was – they were my strength. My hair, or lack thereof, did not determine my worth, and the love of those around me was more beautiful than any wig could ever be.
As the clapping continued, I wiped away my tears and stood tall, feeling a renewed sense of confidence. My husband-to-be gave me a reassuring squeeze, his eyes filled with pride and love. Together, we walked down the aisle, past the rows of supportive faces, ready to face our future side by side.
The incident with my mother-in-law, intended to humiliate, instead became a powerful reminder of resilience and the strength found in community. It was a testament to the fact that love, in its truest form, sees beyond appearances and embraces the spirit within. And on that day, my wedding day, I felt truly loved and accepted for who I was, bald head and all.