Staff Reports
In the world of political showdowns, the current on-again, off-again spat between California Governor Gavin Newsom and podcast mogul Joe Rogan has all the theatrical flair of a heavyweight boxing match. Newsom, not shy with his words, apparently called Rogan a chicken — a bold move, some might say, given Rogan’s own formidable verbal sparring skills. Sensing an opportunity to teach the governor a lesson in humility, Rogan delivered a verbal haymaker, dismissing Newsom’s boasts and challenging his accomplishments with the reality of California’s perfect weather. It’s almost like watching a reality TV episode, except it’s political theater at its finest.
Meanwhile, the drama doesn’t stop with just Rogan and Newsom. Enter stage left, the enigmatic “Binder,” who has now emerged with a new look and a new book, creating more headlines than her Democratic comrades can handle. As she undertakes a soul-searching journey of transition from party loyalist to independent agent, Binder seems to be going through more personal phases than a moon cycle. With her ballooned highlights, she’s scheduled to fly high on the pages of her latest publication.
However, Binder’s latest move is curious at best. It seems she’s transitioned so much that she’s now angrier at those who hoped to push President Biden out than at any visible foe. Truly a feat of emotional gymnastics worthy of Olympic praise, Binder navigates the treacherous waters of political discontent, decrying the behavior of her own party as it flounders to act as a legitimate opposition. One must wonder if the journey from the cozy confines of the White House to this precarious platform of independence has left her a little unsteady.
With Binder’s multi-stop book tour kicking off—apparently bouncing from CBS to any other liberal outlet that will have her—she has packed enough punchy assertions to fill a junior mystery novel. From bemoaning that Democrats have left Biden under Harris’s electric school bus, to lamenting the good old days “when men were men” and leaders more robust, Binder’s rhetoric seems to lack a certain je ne sais quoi. It’s as if her remarks are part of a “fortune cookie” series, with her own nugget of wisdom: “Age is what happens when you get older.”
Binder’s current narrative, rife with concerns about mental acuity and impaired press dialogue, renders her an unwitting comic relief character in Washington’s drama. She claims that President Biden participated in far fewer press engagements than the previous administration while failing to make the usual rounds. Her critique reads like the back cover to the party’s comedic novella: where truth is clouded by nostalgia for a time that seemingly never was.
It seems the Democratic Party’s internal woes have only deepened with frayed allegiances and divided focus, appearing like a reality show in its final episodes. As if that weren’t enough, the airwaves remain saturated with images of Trump navigating waves—both literal and metaphorical—leaving behind a Democratic Party struggling for a solid footing in turbulent waters. The unintentional hilarity of this spectacle cannot be overstated. With tensions within and impending shifts without, it’s almost too much drama for any Conservative commentator to handle. What’s clear, however, is that all these political theatrics make for quite an entertaining show, providing ample fodder for any columnist’s pen.
