Comey is only barely in control of the FBI

In Leaked Memo, James Comey Explains Why FBI Told Congress About Reopened Clinton Probe

From everything I've read, the agents below Comey are in an uproar about not indicting Clinton. Once these new email files were found, Comey had to choose between allow the investigation to go forward without publicly acknowledging this, or say something publicly. Comey cannot control his agents and he knows this, if the investigation went forward sub rosa, these agents would have leaked the information, and likely the most damaging email files. This could have unhinged not just the election, but the American public who already thinks the FBI is in the bag for Hillary. 

It would also likely have unhinged lower level FBI agents who feel like Comey is pissing away the reputation of the Bureau. 

As it is this is sliding sideways, especially for Hillary. But this is all driven by her corruption, she made the bed, she should sleep in it, short sheets, and all. 

This is an OK prank. 

But the sticky bun bed is even better, especially if the person will be out drinking/partying. It works best with white sheets but can work on colored sheets as well. All you need to do is pull down the sheets, and using a sifter/sieve/strainer tap a little bit of powdered sugar on the sheets from about waist down. If the sheets are colored, make sure you keep the powdered sugar as low in the bed as possible around mid thigh, and lower.

When the victim first gets into the bed they will not know about the sugar, but as they sleep they will become hot, and sweat a little. They will very quickly become a sticky bun as more and more sugar sticks to their sweat. Soon the sheets will be stuck to them, and they will become entangled in the bedding. 

I had one roommate drunkenly wander out into the living room with his sheets stuck to him like a super glue Toga. Pretty funny. He was really drunk, and I used a lot of powdered sugar. He slept in the living room that night, I went to bed. 

Best policy: be a light drinker, it helps limit pranks. Unfortunately, it also has a Devils workshop like effect on some, like me, and I used to engage in all kinds of pranks. This is very tame, and the worst all turned out to be huge disasters. 

Like the Duck Pond Prank. 

I went to a residential Christian college for about a year. I had to live in the dorms, with a curfew. This was a very bad requirement since it placed me close proximity to lots of people, and left me with too much time on my hands. 

When one of the guys left for a long weekend, I took a dozen cinder blocks, some plastic sheeting, and made a "duck pond" in his room filled with water. Cute, but insufficient. So, I then went down to Mill Creek to a place where one of the street bridges was very low. I took a buddy. He chased a few ducks under the bridge, I laid on top, and snagged one as they swam past. I threw the duck in a sack, and took it back to the dorm and put it in the "duck pond."  Now it was cute! 

The duck was in the pond less than a day, and it pooped at least 500 lbs. of poop, lost 200 lbs. of feathers, off one average duck. It also managed to move all the water from the pond to the rest of the room. It was a slurry of duck poop, feathers, and water everywhere, on the ceiling, on the windows, on the books, the homework, in the dresser, everywhere.

Poor guy actually cried when he opened the door and saw the mess. 

So, I went down, took responsibility for the deed, and spent hours cleaning up the mess, after I pitched the duck out the window, and sopped up the remaining water. It felt like I did more laundry in that one day then I had in my life.  In the end, I had to come back later with a ladder, and a scraper to get the mess off the ceiling. 

With the passage of time, that prank became funny, at the time not so much. We remained friends, and I was kept busy for a couple of days, I guess that's as close to win/win as I could get after that disaster.