Politics | Pete Hegseth

Drunk As A Skunk Pete Kegseth Continues To Fry His Liver & Our National Security At BAC 0.12

The keg is clearly not in the corner

One of the blind spots of white supremacy is that it gives a sense of credibility to all it’s men: Poor, fat liars, school shooters, frauds, rapists, uneducated, toothless, bald, smelly, drunk, you name it. That is how we arrived at drunk-as-a-skunk Pete Hegseth becoming the Secretary of Defense.

When Trump’s Project 2025 boys’ club put their best heads together to design their groundbreaking anti-DEI policies, they did it under the wisdom of this arrogant assumption.

This blind spot is so pervasive, it’s the only reason the same white people who suffer under Republican presidents, who come in and slash funding for the programs they depend on, ended up voting the way they did because regardless of what they say in public, when they get inside a private voting booth, that’s the only thing that’s on their mind.

‘Trump could have picked any white guy,’ is what more and more people think now, with every fresh look at Pete Hegseth, who’s now implicated in a second signal gate scandal for sharing highly classified war plans with his attorney and his wife.

Pete Hegseth is the manifestation of a broken system of weaponized arrogance of a culture so drunk on spectacle, it couldn’t tell the difference between torpedoes and loose lips. Every day of this administration feels like the country is standing on the edge of a cliff while the other half chants, jump!

We all knew that Pete Hegseth was incompetent. Pete Hegseth knows that he’s incompetent. Pete Hegseth knows that we know he’s incompetent. Pete Hegseth(s) are the type of people who need forced help because nobody respects them as their boss. The only thing I want to see Pete Hegseth do is a solo keg stand.

At this juncture, it’s safe to assume that any random Walmart employee stacking shelves tonight likely has more respect and more working knowledge about the role of Secretary of Defence of the United States than Pete Hegseth, who was forced to punch in way above his intellectual weight class.

It’s time for MAGA to admit that their best guy is a drunk, way out of his depth. He’s slurring more and more, and gets awkwardly animated every time he gets in front of the cameras. The way he was waving his hands around at the easter egg roll made me fear that he was millimetres away from a bad fall.

What’s with MAGA and these addicts anyway? Elon with Ketamine, Bottom-of-the-class RFK can’t put the pipe down, and Pete Hegseth, the DUI hire. This is why I don’t trust MAGAs near me; they derive a sense of righteous indignation from the suffering of others. It’s the same giddy feeling they derive from forcing teenagers to carry a pregnancy to term.