So, late Friday night, Trump decided it was time for some late-night shenanigans. You know, the kind of thing where you think, “He’s either drunk on power or he mixed Ambien with Fox News again.” This time, he fired 17 inspectors general. Seventeen! Not one or two—seventeen! That’s not a dismissal; that’s a Costco-sized firing spree. It’s like he woke up and said, “How do I make this government run worse than a gas station sushi joint?”
For those keeping score at home, inspectors general are like the referees of government. These nonpartisan superheroes blow the whistle when someone’s cheating. And Trump? He just yanked the whistle out of their mouths, threw it in the trash, and lit it on fire with his Big Mac wrapper. Oh, and he didn’t even give Congress the legally required 30 days’ notice. I mean, come on, Donny, 30 days! It’s not a cancellation policy at a Motel 6—it’s the law.
Even Adam Schiff, who’s usually more composed than an NPR pledge drive, couldn’t take it. He called it out as illegal. Illegal! That’s a word Trump hears so often, I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to trademark it yet. But Schiff’s not wrong—these inspectors general are crucial. Without them, the government is like a buffet with no sneeze guard. You think it’s bad now? Wait until someone dips their fingers in the democracy ranch dressing.
But hold on, it gets better. Chuck Grassley—yes, the guy who’s been around so long he probably remembers when they invented paperclips—even he’s pissed! Grassley, a Republican, said, “Hey, explain yourself, Don.” I mean, when Grassley starts coming for you, you know you’ve stepped in it. That’s like your grandma telling you your casserole sucks—it doesn’t happen unless it’s really bad.
Now, let’s talk timing. Why Friday night? Oh, right, because if there’s one thing Trump’s mastered, it’s the art of sneaky Friday-night dumps. It’s like his version of “Netflix and Chill,” except it’s “Democracy and Kill.” And why now? Oh, just because the Supreme Court recently said presidents can’t be held accountable for their official acts. So, basically, it’s like handing a toddler a flamethrower and saying, “Have fun, kid, just don’t burn the Constitution.”
But seriously, firing these watchdogs without notice? It’s not just illegal—it’s like firing the lifeguard and then wondering why everyone’s drowning. Inspectors general are there to make sure no one’s stealing from the cookie jar, and Trump? He just smashed the jar, ate all the cookies, and then blamed the dog.
You’ve got to admire the audacity, though. It takes a special kind of ego to say, “Screw oversight, I’m going full dictator cosplay.” This isn’t governance; it’s a one-man dumpster fire, and the whole country is standing around like, “Should we grab marshmallows or call the fire department?”
So, what’s next? Who knows? Maybe Trump will cancel gravity. Maybe he’ll fire the sun. But here’s the thing, folks: We can’t let this go unchecked. The man’s already turned the government into a reality show, and now he’s trying to cancel the refs. It’s time we all stand up, because if this dumpster fire keeps raging, there’s not gonna be anything left but ashes—and a Twitter rant about how it’s all Obama’s fault.
