Staff Reports
As America watches the triumphant return of Donald Trump, it seems the liberal elite’s heads are spinning faster than a Democrat’s spin on economic policy. Enter Carrie Underwood, a singer willing to brave the storm by performing “America the Beautiful” at the inauguration. It’s almost as if she’s saying, “Sorry, Hollywood, I’ll take my dignity and patriotism over your tantrums any day.” Naturally, this has sent the progressives into a tailspin, resembling a flock of chickens caught in a rainstorm. Who knew that patriotism could be so controversial?
The queens of daytime drama—yes, The View—are on the verge of a collective fainting couch moment. These old bags have realized that not all A-list celebrities can be scared off by the mere mention of Trump. The shock! The horror! One of their precious Hollywood darlings has chosen to support what they deem a “convicted felon” while simultaneously boasting their love for the country. It’s a head-scratcher, isn’t it? One can almost envision the grimaces as they circle around in their bubble, trying to reconcile their lives with the reality outside their perfectly curated windows.
Meanwhile, TikTok activists are jumping on the cancel-culture bandwagon. They’ve unearthed the modern-day equivalent of burning books: blocking Carrie. Yes, folks, if you find yourself horrified by her performance, just click a button and pretend she doesn’t exist. The idea that you might actually engage with music you dislike is, of course, preposterous. In the world of wokeness, if you can’t control it, just cancel it—it’s like playing dodgeball but with artists instead of balls.
Over at the confirmation hearings for Trump’s new Secretary of Defense, Pete Heth, it was a scene straight out of a circus tent. The Senate suddenly felt like a middle school debate team where one side couldn’t agree on the basic concept of gender. When the honorable Senator asked how many genders there are, one might think they just inquired about the meaning of life. Spoiler alert: there are two. The liberal ladies lost their minds, with some claiming that Heth’s views render him unqualified for public service. It’s almost laughable watching them clutch their pearls. Newsflash—this is not a gender studies class; it’s national security.
But wait, it gets more entertaining! The filibuster-worthy altercation between Congresswomen Jasmine Crockett and Nancy Mace was worthy of its own highlight reel. Between heated exchanges over trans girls in sports and calls for fisticuffs, one can almost picture the Congress floor transforming into an outlet mall food court brawl. It’s reality television at its finest, showcasing how serious disagreements have devolved into personal barbs. God bless America, where political theater can outshine any scripted drama on television.
And just when you thought it couldn’t get any sillier, Elizabeth Warren took her turn to shine at the confirmation hearings, strutting her stuff like a peacock to ensure accountability in the defense industry while accumulating scattershot nonsense in the vein of “whataboutism.” It’s as if she’s auditioning for a role in a dystopian film about the rise of woke politics. Meanwhile, the L.A. Fire Department continues to face the absurdity of racial quotas instead of hiring the best candidates. It’s a wonder that in an era where life and death situations are a norm, the emphasis is on making sure your firefighter has the “right kind” of background rather than the right skills.
As America marches bravely toward this new chapter, it’s merely a distraction for the left as they argue over semantics and fisticuffs. The rest of us are left shaking our heads and hoping the rest of the country can see through the theater of the absurd we currently call politics. Perhaps the woke warriors should take a break, grab a coffee, and ponder what happened to reason, logic, and good old-fashioned American values. After all, it’s not hard to find humor when everyone takes themselves way too seriously.
