
People are giving condolences for Lindsey Graham, if you can believe it. People like Trump, like Mark Levin—you know, awful ones, and it makes sense, right? Birds of a feather mourn each other—especially when they’re covered in the same blood, or however that saying goes.
But wait—Democrat Amy Klobuchar had something to say, too. Say what, Amy?
“Even in his sixties, he would get off a plane in a foreign land with a twinkle in his eye and look at me as if to say, ‘Can you believe we are actually here and doing this?'” … “I will miss him.“
I know the feeling, Amy. I still miss Stalin myself. I mean, who doesn’t?
Cory Booker, the other AIPAC Shakur, was not to be outdone. His secretion came in the form of a video:
“I will miss my perhaps most unexpected friend in the Senate and someone with whom I got some good things done.”
Look, it’s a normal human impulse to miss your baby-killing homie when he dies, okay? Seriously, what kind of person would Cory be not to miss him? Sheesh.
Adam Schiff? You had a jaw wag, too?
“Though we did not often agree, Senator Graham was never disagreeable.“
Never? As in, not once? What would have made him disagreeable to you, Adam? Heck, even I am disagreeable sometimes. Ok—most of the time.
I guess if Graham were a pro-Palestine advocate…
And no—I’m not surprised. It was the Democratic establishment, after all, that gave us the Gaza Holocaust, remember? It was Dems like Blinken and Sullivan and those conspicuously Black outpatients vetoing ceasefires at the UN. Good times.
So no, it’s not surprising. Not one bit.
But let’s take a step back and ponder the ghoulishness here. Really live it for a minute. These Dems know for a fact that Missile Slut Graham was at least an open advocate for—if not responsible for—the deaths of countless people, possibly millions of human beings. Put yourself in the place of a father in Fallujah or a mother in Gaza who lost all their loved ones and their home. Think of the kind of person, the caliber of Homo sapiens, who would give condolences for the person who took away your everything and had no regrets about it.
Take it a step further: consider the fact that Lisping Lethal Lindsey was, for almost certain, going to be the reason why many more innocent people would have died had he lived. Wrap your head around the fact that anyone could be sad that he was stopped before he could bring said death upon others. Let it declare itself in your mind just as it is: they are sad that the life of a perpetual killer—who they know would have killed many more people had he lived—ended. If I’m wrong, please correct me.
And they went out of their way to publicly mourn him! Who forced you to do it, Democrats? Who would have been mad at you for not speaking? Whatever happened to your golden god of silence? Remember? It’s the thing you’re used to doing when it comes to Gaza. Your votes kill Palestinians every single day and you’re silent about it every single day. Can’t you extend the same superpower of shutting the f*ck up to the death of a literal murder fetishist?
But let’s also ponder the tribalism. The degree of it. Graham is one of ours, so he gets to kill children and be missed when he croaks. Palestinians? Afghans? Why, they’re complicated. Like, they dress differently, darn it. Also, they don’t drink. They’re this other tribe, you see, but Lindsey looked like us, he hung out around us, he spoke like us, so it follows naturally that we can mourn the death of an unrepentant mass murderer.
Seriously, try to let your mind sink into it for a minute. Try to justify it to yourself, if you can.
I ask in the name of all the life God has breathed: What in the actual f*ck is wrong with these Democrats?
Ponder the dehumanization. Would Warren have tweeted kind words about Graham had it been one of her family members killed by him? Not in a million years, and she knows it. But it wasn’t one of her kin. It was other people whose lives aren’t as important. Yes, that’s the simple, naked truth, and let’s not conceal any part of it with analytical embellishments. Ponder it, because we need to understand the kind of people we’re dealing with here.
Ponder the heartlessness. Ponder how the deletion of millions of human lives is such a footnote of a footnote, such a neutrino that it doesn’t even get a mention. Not one word in all the elegies. Think how it becomes pure casual happenstance for politicians to snuff out other people’s souls that, to them, it stops registering. It’s not a thing. It’s nothing. No meter beeps. What people? What moms? What crayon-holding 8-year old girls? What doting grandpas? What memories? What joy? What childhoods? What homes?
But, perhaps above all, ponder the deceit. The deceit of a party that branded itself as the champion of human rights. Ponder the conniving nature of such individuals. The Machiavellianism, the coldness of cunning, the lengths their manipulative ways would go to. The sheer perniciousness of using the mask of kindness as a weapon to enable the macabre.
Here’s the thing—I didn’t want to have to ponder any of that. I didn’t want to realize that level of dark, that low of a stoop. I was happy living in my ignorant bliss. I didn’t want any of this; it was shoved into my being. They forced me to see them for what they are in spite of me. They grabbed my face, peeled my eyelids open, and looked me in the eye as they metamorphosed into something I wish I could ever unsee.
I can’t unsee. I can’t unrealize.
These people have to go. Humanity cannot move forward with them planted in our collective back like a dagger. We can’t have a Capitol made of murderers and the mourners of murderers. This can’t be the best we can get.
Look, I’ll give credit where it’s due. When Ro Khanna calls Gaza a genocide—which he did, co-sponsoring Rashida Tlaib’s resolution in 2025 that officially recognized Israel’s actions as genocidal—he’s saying something real 1. When he went to the West Bank and got blockaded by armed settlers with American-made M4s, he did what every congressperson should do: see the occupation through Palestinian eyes, not the usual wine-and-dine tour where they kiss the Western Wall and come home to write a glowing op-ed 2.






