Eric L. Mitchell

So let me get this straight…

The Secret Service can lock down an entire arena when the President, his cabinet members, and half of Washington show up to watch Dana White’s guys beat the snot out of each other on a REGULAR BASIS… but security was apparently optional at an event where POTUS, the VP, and a large chunk of the line of succession were all in the same room?!

We’re talking the same crew that shuts down whole city blocks every time they want to watch an octagon fight or a college football game. Cabinet members are basically UFC SEASON TICKET HOLDERS at this point.

They will move MOUNTAINS to make sure these guys can safely watch two dudes choke each other out on a Saturday night…

But protecting the entire leadership of the United States government in ONE location just BLOCKS FROM THE WHITE HOUSE? Apparently above their pay grade.

Let that sink in. BLOCKS. FROM. THE WHITE HOUSE. The most secure building on planet Earth is literally around the corner and the President of the United States had security so weak that a shooter was able to expose it in broad daylight.

AND THEN… when the shooting started, the Secret Service returned fire and hit the shooter…

ZERO TIMES.
Z-E-R-O.

The shooter thankfully failed and didn’t hurt anyone, but that’s not the win people. That is NOT the flex. The “win” here is that we got extremely lucky while simultaneously finding out that the Emperor has no clothes and our nation’s leadership is out here with the security equivalent of a “Beware of Dog” sign and no actual dog.

These are supposed to be the most elite agents on the planet and they came out here shooting like Stormtroopers who skipped every training day since the Academy. Meanwhile the most powerful office in the world nearly got exposed WALKING DISTANCE from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

I need ANSWERS and I need them NOW because this math is absolutely NOT mathing and a whole lot of people need to be sitting in very uncomfortable chairs in front of a very unhappy Congress.

We didn’t just lose our way as a country, we turned the whole damn thing into a clown show and half the audience is still cheering because their clown is the one holding the microphone.

We love to run around telling the world how great we are, how we’re the example, how everyone else should aspire to be us. Meanwhile we can’t even agree that basic facts are real unless they come from the political tribe we belong to.

We’ve turned morality into team merchandise.

We used to agree on a few basic things. Pedophiles were monsters. People attacking our country were the enemy. Law and order actually meant something. Now people suddenly develop selective outrage depending on which political jersey the offender is wearing.

If it hurts the other side it’s a national emergency.

If it hurts their side it’s “context,” “misinformation,” or “let’s not rush to judgment.”

That’s not principles, that’s moral bankruptcy.

Then every four years we pretend we’re participating in the greatest democratic process on earth when in reality we’re choosing between two candidates most of the country openly admits they don’t even like. Listen to people talk about voting. It’s always the same pathetic line: “well we had to pick the one who sucks less.”

That’s the bar now.

Not leadership, not vision, not competence. Just slightly less terrible.

And when the election ends the losing side screams the same script every time. Rigged election. Stolen country. Democracy is dead. Evidence never really shows up but the outrage machine runs at full speed.

If their candidate wins though, suddenly the system works beautifully.

It’s the political version of a toddler flipping the board game when they lose.

Meanwhile the media reports something critical about the president and half the country screams “fake news” like it’s a religious chant. Apparently journalism is only acceptable if it’s worshipping the administration like a state propaganda network.

We now have White Houses throwing public tantrums because reporters dare to mention failures. Imagine living in a country founded on rebellion against authority and deciding criticism of leadership is somehow “un-American.”

That’s the level of intellectual decline we’re dealing with.

And because we’ve completely lost the plot, we’ve elevated podcasters and influencers to national expert status. A guy with a ring light and a supplement sponsor suddenly knows foreign policy, military strategy, virology, economics, and constitutional law all before lunch.

Millions of people treat it like gospel because it confirms what they already believe.

Then you’ve got the old television dinosaurs beating the war drums from studio chairs they’ve never left. These people cheer for conflict like it’s a pay per view fight. Bomb this place. Send troops there. Show strength.

Real easy to be brave when it’s someone else’s kid coming home in a flag covered box.

And the government itself isn’t exactly inspiring confidence either.

We’ve got a former TV anchor running the Department of Defense like he’s cutting a wrestling promo, looking like he’s auditioning for the WWE after three Red Bulls and a line of Uncle Pablo’s bo**er sugar. The guy responsible for the most powerful military on the planet shouldn’t look like he’s about to smash a folding chair over someone’s head on Monday Night Raw.

The Director of the FBI seems more interested in chasing clout and cable news appearances than the criminals he’s supposed to be hunting.

And the Attorney General still can’t seem to release the Epstein files because apparently the list of powerful people involved would make half of Washington choke on their lunch.

Everyone knows it. Nobody does a damn thing about it.

But don’t worry, the same politicians who can’t manage transparency will happily stand on television and call their opponents traitors. We throw that word around now like Marines drop the word “f**k” in a sentence.

Traitor this. Treason that.

Meanwhile the same government managed to pardon every single piece of garbage involved in January 6. The same people who stormed the Capitol, assaulted police officers, smeared human s**t on the walls, and walked around screaming how much they “love the police.”

Apparently that love only lasts until the moment a cop is standing between them and their political fantasy.

And the response from half the country wasn’t disgust.

It was cheering.

We’ve also reached the point where Americans are told they should put another country ahead of their own. Let me make this simple for anyone confused.

I’m American. My family roots here go back to 1683. This is the country my family built a life in. So no, I’m not putting another country before mine.

That doesn’t mean I hate anyone. It means I understand what country I belong to.

Apparently saying that out loud now gets you labeled something ugly if the country you’re not worshipping happens to be Israel. Here’s the reality: not putting another nation first doesn’t make someone anti Semitic.

It makes them an American citizen who knows what country they live in.

And somehow the insanity keeps escalating.

We now have United States senators claiming that saying “Christ is King” is secretly coded hate speech. Two thousand years of Christian belief suddenly rebranded as an extremist slogan because politics needs a new outrage headline.

That’s how far off the rails this place has gone.

We’ve replaced leadership with narcissists, expertise with influencers, journalism with propaganda fights, and citizenship with tribal warfare.

Families cut each other off over elections. Friends disappear over political memes. Entire identities are built around defending politicians who wouldn’t cross the street to spit on their supporters if they were on fire.

And the next generation is watching all of it.

Watching adults behave like feral idiots online while claiming to be the defenders of democracy.

We didn’t just screw up the moment.

We screwed up the example.

We handed the next generation a country addicted to outrage, allergic to accountability, and completely convinced that the biggest threat to America is the other half of Americans.

And somehow people still walk around acting like we’re the smartest country in the room.

Right now we don’t look smart.

We look loud, gullible, easily manipulated, and proud of it.

If that stings a little, good.

Because the truth is this country doesn’t have a feelings problem.

It has a reality problem.

The Trump administration is giving off serious “coked up Harry Ellis realizing that Hans Gruber might actually be dangerous” energy right now.