As former FBI Special Agent in Charge of Counterintelligence for the New York Field Office, Charles McGonigal was entrusted with safeguarding America’s secrets. Instead he betrayed them. While holding one of the most powerful national security posts in the country, McGonigal covertly accepted illicit foreign payoffs from Russian oligarchs, Balkan gangster syndicates, and Chinese Communist intermediaries. He was instrumental in orchestrating the infamous “Russia Collusion” hoax that upended the lives of countless innocent Americans, including President Donald J. Trump and my own. Yet despite the enormity of his treachery, conduct that would have been charged as espionage had any ordinary citizen done it, McGonigal was indicted only on narrow, watered down counts of money laundering, foreign influence, and false statements, ensuring no asset forfeiture and sparing the FBI maximum public humiliation. The result: minimal penalties, three successive sentence reductions, and a mountain of unrecovered “blood money” still bankrolling his family’s lifestyle.
On October 18, 2025, in Stonington, Connecticut, the degenerate dynasty of Charles McGonigal will converge for what bridal registries fatuously trumpet as a “fairy tale” wedding. The couple’s own registry at Zola lays it out for the world to see.
Fairy tale indeed. But the central question remains: who is underwriting this bacchanal? Who is financing the venue? Who is purchasing the dress? Who is paying the florist? Who is paying the photographers? Who is subsidizing the champagne fountains and hors d’oeuvre trays? How will the hair stylist and makeup artist be compensated? And how many cash tips are allocated for those employed by the vendors? Where is that cash coming from? Every dime must be examined because the stench of blood money wafts from this celebration like a sulfuric cloud.
As soon as Charles McGonigal’s arrest was made public, President Donald J. Trump declared unequivocally that McGonigal was one of the initial players who victimized the President, me, and many others with the Russia Collusion Hoax. Trump was right then, and he is right now. The Blood Money Wedding is nothing less than the obscene culmination of years of treachery, deceit, and grift.
The Architect of a Hoax
Charles McGonigal was no faceless functionary. He was the Special Agent in Charge of Counterintelligence for the New York Field Office, hand-selected and exalted by James Comey. McGonigal slobbered that Comey was “the most loved leader”. It was James Comey who installed him in arguably the most powerful counterintelligence post in the nation. And what did McGonigal do with that power? He engineered Crossfire Hurricane – the perfidious Russia Collusion Hoax that immolated my family both financially and emotionally. McGonigal once whispered to his mistress, “Roger Stone is going down.” And I did go down for crimes I never committed. Only the unredacted Mueller Report revealed my complete exoneration.
The Lavish Largesse of the McGonigal Household
As I revealed here, court transcripts expose Charles claiming that he and his wife Pamela maintained “separate” finances. Separate? Absurd. Pamela luxuriated in Chanel bags, Hermès accessories, Louis Vuitton luggage, and jet-set vacations on a mere $140,000 DOT salary. The Daily Mail documented the bags, the luggage, the luxury escapes. Just as Rosario Ames’ couture obsession betrayed Aldrich Ames’ espionage windfalls, Pamela’s extravagance screams dirty money.
As for Sarah McGonigal, she has been permitted by the media to live a life of luxury and privilege off this blood money receiving velvet-glove treatment by a press that savaged my family and me. It is imperative that the McGonigal blood money be traced, seized, and returned to the American people.
A Sentence Without Justice
As I documented further, McGonigal was never charged with espionage. He was instead charged with the absolute minimum in order to spare the FBI maximum embarrassment. The Bureau of Prisons has now reduced his sentence not once, not twice, but three times. His fines were trifling. There was no asset forfeiture. Not a single cent of the McGonigal blood money has been clawed back. The ill-gotten gains remain comfortably in the clutches of his family. That money does not belong to them. It belongs to the American people.
Feasting on the Fruits of Treachery
And who, precisely, will attend this ghastly gala? Do they feel no moral revulsion sipping vintage champagne and gorging on entrées underwritten by Russian oligarch cash, Balkan gangster syndicates, and Chinese Communist intermediaries enmeshed with the Biden Crime Family syndicate? Every vendor, every caterer, every lodging arrangement deserves forensic scrutiny. This wedding may prove to be the Rosetta Stone of the FBI’s greatest scandal.
An Espionage Indictment Yet to Come
Charles McGonigal betrayed his country. He enriched himself on foreign payoffs while fabricating the hoax that nearly toppled a president and destroyed countless innocent lives, including my own. The nuptials of his daughter should not be celebrated. They should be investigated. Every payment, every receipt, every vendor must be subpoenaed. Only then will the American people know whether this matrimonial masquerade is a family milestone or a money-laundering operation cloaked in white satin.
This is not a wedding. It is an orgiastic spectacle of corruption. A vulgar carnival of kleptocratic excess. It is quite literally the Blood Money Wedding.
