So, let’s talk about Representative Nancy Mace. She’s the kind of politician who reminds you why some people prefer the company of their houseplants. On January 26, a guy on Twitter—because all great ideas start there—posted that he would pay to watch deportations on TV. Classy. And then Nancy Mace, a sitting member of Congress, jumped in with, “Can they be live-streamed somewhere? Asking for a friend.”
Now, I don’t know who her “friend” is, but my guess is they own a MAGA-branded popcorn machine.
Let’s break this down: deportation is one of the most devastating things that can happen to a person. Families torn apart. Lives uprooted. Dreams destroyed. You don’t “live stream” that unless you’re a villain in a Disney movie. This isn’t pay-per-view; it’s people’s lives.
And yet, here’s Nancy, making jokes like she’s the warm-up act at a dystopian circus. It’s not enough that deportation exists—she wants to add a laugh track. Nancy, do you want a halftime show with that? Maybe throw in some commentary, like, “Ooh, tough break for Juan on that last appeal!”
Here’s the thing: cruelty is having its moment. It’s trendy now, like kale salads were a few years ago. And some of our politicians? They’re not just eating it up; they’re serving it. Nancy Mace didn’t come up with this idea, but she sure leaned into it, like a drunk aunt at karaoke. And the rest of us are stuck listening.
But here’s where it gets real. When a leader like Nancy Mace—someone who’s supposed to represent the people—turns human suffering into a punchline, what does that say about the rest of us? Are we really okay with this? Are we going to let our leaders turn deportation into the Hunger Games? Because if so, I’m not volunteering as tribute.
So, congratulations, Nancy. You’ve earned yourself the Skid Mark of the Week—an award no one wants, but you seem to be working hard for. And honestly, given the direction you’re heading, it might not be your last.
Here’s some advice, though: if you’re going to take joy in other people’s misery, keep it to yourself. Or better yet, resign and start a podcast. That way, the only people who have to hear your garbage opinions are the ones who go looking for it.
The rest of us? We’ll be here, trying to scrape the skidmarks off of democracy.
