When my wife, the Fair Jessica, was having her background check for her DOJ job, the FBI talked to almost every person she ever made eye contact with. They interviewed friends, co-workers, dental hygienists; everyone. The only person they didn’t talk to even once was, well, me. Now I understand that spouses are sometimes left out — even though Jess and I were only engaged at the time — because it’s assumed we’ll “cover” for our wives or husbands. But what if I spent my days polishing shotguns with my “Remember Waco” T-Shirt? You’d think the FBI would want to know that before okaying my wife to work in the top echelons of the Justice Department.
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Jonah Goldberg is a National Review contributing editor.
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