Dear Ma & Pa MAGA, Now, I know reality is about as useful to you as a National Anthem not sung by terrorists, a thesaurus and a new toothbrush, but it doesn’t change the fact that you don’t get to pick what’s real and what’s not like it’s the goddamn Golden Corral. “Whoopsies” drunk-texting a journalist battle plans, attack plans, war plans, military operational plans or whatever the fuck you want to call plans regarding the when and with what you’re going to bomb another country, is not “good”. It is not a “sign of strength”. It’s not “proof” that the leads in our intelligence apparatus “communicate with each other”. It’s not “human imperfection”. And it is not “the fault” of a “woke leftist reporter.” It is a major fuck up. It’s not “irrelevant” because the mission was “successful” even though we don’t actually know that it was. It’s not “like Hillary’s emails” or “Biden’s garage”. It’s stupid, lazy, incompetent, arrogant, egregious recklessness that could have been catastrophic. And it is fundamentally antithetical to protecting our national security and the safety of our troops. And while I know you are required by some fucked up oath of blind fealty you swore to in a Facebook chat for fucking morons, posting about it being a “nothingburger”, is literally pathetic, because even you know this is bad. You know it’s really bad. And it scares the fuck out of you. As it should. This doesn’t “own the Libs”, it doesn’t make us “cry harder”, it isn’t “winning”, and it sure as shit is not making America “great”. Again, or at fucking all. And you know it. Your incel chat room rage jerk pals know it, your kids know it, your dog knows it, hell, that fake plant you put in your front yard tire topiary knows it. So cut the shit. And call this insanity what it is. Because like it or not, we’re all strapped into the same motherfucking rollercoaster, and the track your shitty-ass “heroes” are ripping up ahead of us, is the one you’re riding on too.