MAGA Is Irredeemable

An open letter to MAGA. On consequence, complicity, and why you will be shunned and shamed forever.

Some of you did the thing I told you to do. You found each other, you built your little support groups for the suddenly disillusioned, you started your podcasts about how you were misled, how you “didn’t know,” (that’s always my favorite) how no one could have predicted this. You’re doing the rounds. You’re getting your hugs. Awww, good for you.

But a lot of you didn’t go. A lot of you came back. You showed up in comments and DMs and think pieces about “reaching across the aisle,” and you’ve been quietly watching what’s unfolded since February 28th, and something about the war, something about the bombs dropping on Iran, about the lies the administration told to justify it, about the shifting explanations that changed day to day depending on who Dickhead Donald talked to that morning— something about all of it finally cracked something open in you.

But I still do not care.

You want to talk about Operation Epic Fury? Let’s talk about it.

On February 28th, your guy, President War Crimes, launched joint US-Israeli strikes on Iran. He killed the Supreme Leader and several of his family members. He stood before the country and claimed Iran was building missiles that could reach the United States. A claim directly contradicted by the Defense Intelligence Agency’s own unclassified assessment, which said Iran wouldn’t have that capability until 2035 at the earliest.

Picture of Iran’s Supreme Leader, Ali Khamenei’s, compound after being bombed. Photo Credit: The New York Times

He lied. To your face.

To your flag-waving, bumper-stickered, red-hatted, smug fucking face. And then he gave four different answers in four days about what the endgame was. He said he was going to take the whole country, end it in “two weeks, four weeks, I don’t want it to go too long.” Every answer a different answer. No strategy. No plan. Just a narcissistic man-child with the nuclear codes and the attention span of an under-developed goldfish.

Just like you. Right? I mean, that’s why you voted for him— because y’all didn’t just relate to the pedophile President, you saw in him the version of yourself you wished you could be. Unfiltered. Consequence-free. Saying the quiet parts out loud without apology. Racist. Kiddie-fucking, grab-em-by-the-pussy piece of shit human being.

And on April 7th, 2026, he stood on the world stage and threatened to erase an entire civilization. Not a military target. Not a weapons facility. A civilization. He posted on Truth Social that “a whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.” He threatened to destroy every bridge and every power plant in Iran. He threatened water treatment infrastructure. He promised, in writing, to reduce everything that keeps 90 million human beings alive to rubble. Legal experts unanimously agreed that targeting civilian infrastructure without distinction between military and civilian targets is a war crime under international law and under U.S. law.

The International Committee of the Red Cross said it. The United Nations said it. The entire world said it. Congressional Democrats called it genocidal. A representative from Arizona said Trump was “escalating a devastating, illegal war.” And when a reporter asked him if he was worried about committing war crimes, he said he wasn’t worried about it and that the real war crime was “allowing Iran to have a nuclear weapon.”

Then Iran didn’t flinch.

And your guy? Ninety minutes before his own deadline, the man who promised to end this in “two weeks, maybe four,” the man who posted that “Tuesday will be Power Plant Day, Bridge Day, all wrapped up in one” …folded.

He surrendered to Iran’s 10-point proposal as, in his words, “a workable basis on which to negotiate.” The same 10-point plan he previously refused.

Let’s talk about what’s in that 10-point plan, because you should know exactly what your Peace President agreed to sit down and discuss. Iran’s demands include: lifting all U.S. sanctions, unfreezing Iranian assets, withdrawal of U.S. combat forces from the region, financial reparations for war damages, a binding UN resolution guaranteeing the deal, control over the Strait of Hormuz, and, the one the Dollar Menu Dictator spent four years screaming about, the one he said was the only actual war crime— RECOGNITION OF IRAN’S RIGHT TO ENRICH URANIUM.

Iran’s Supreme National Security Council celebrated. They said “nearly all the objectives of the war have been achieved.” They called it an “enduring defeat” for Washington. And Fraudster 47, that same day, called it “total and complete victory.”

One of those things is a lie. But it seems you’re too goddamn stupid to see which one is.

Meanwhile, MAGA Voice posted prayer hands and called him the Peace President.

Because that’s what you do when your guy picks a war with no plan, threatens nuclear annihilation of a civilization on a Tuesday, and then backs down 90 minutes before his own deadline to negotiate on Iran’s terms. You post prayer hands. You tell your echo chamber that you’re winning.

This is not me being hysterical or conspiratorial. This is not me spinning the news. This is what happened. Your president threatened to kill a civilization. Iran held the line. The Rusty Ballsack twitched, probably shit his pants, then folded like the coward he is. Iran is calling it a victory. And you are out here with prayer hands saying he just proved every democrat wrong again. The Peace President. How embarrassing.

There were Iranians—mothers, students, professors— forming human chains around power plants with their bodies, because the president you shit-stain MAGA Americans elected was threatening to blow up the infrastructure that keeps them warm and alive. Fourteen million Iranians said they were ready to die, wielding more bravery, courage and might, you’ll ever have. Children. Families. People who had nothing to do with any of this.

And Iran didn’t budge. Iran held the line.

And your guy? The Pedo-President, surrendered. Ninety minutes before his own deadline, the man who promised to end the war in two weeks, who said he alone could fix it, who screamed into the void that Tuesday would be “Power Plant Day” and “Bridge Day” — agreed to a two-week ceasefire after receiving a 10-point proposal from Iran, that he called a “workable basis for negotiations.”

Iran’s Supreme National Security Council declared it a victory. They said “nearly all the objectives of the war have been achieved”— from Iran’s perspective.

Iran’s Supreme National Security Council Statement on Two-Week Ceasefire

They demanded lifting sanctions, releasing frozen assets, the withdrawal of U.S. combat forces, reparations, and the right to continue nuclear enrichment. And the man you elected, the tough guy, the dealmaker, the one who was going to make America so feared and respected. He accepted the framework. Then MAGA Voice posted that tweet. “The Peace President.” With prayer hands. Don’t forget the prayer hands.

Your president threatened nuclear annihilation of a civilization, watched 14 million people form human chains with their bodies because they believed him, and then folded like a wet napkin 90 minutes before his own deadline. And your response was prayer hands. Praising hands. Peace President.

He didn’t bring peace. He brought the world to the edge of a nuclear exchange and then flippantly left the room. That’s not strength. That’s a hostage negotiation where the hostage taker got tired and went home.

Credit : NOAH BERGER/AFP via Getty

And while we’re being precise about lies, I believe in my heart of hearts that Kamala Harris won. I say this without the performative qualifiers polite discourse demands. I believe it. I believe the woman who stood in front of this country, steady and prepared and more qualified than anyone who has held that office in my lifetime, won. And I believe it was taken from her.

Not because I can’t accept an outcome I didn’t like. I know what that accusation looks like, because we watched you make it for four years over an election that was audited, litigated, and certified sixty times over. This is different. This is looking at the systematic dismantling of every election oversight mechanism in the country and calling a spade a spade. This is watching the FBI seize boxes of 2020 ballots from Fulton County while officials sue to get their own records back and witnesses describe the scene as chaos. This is watching voter suppression infrastructure get built out, brick by brick, state by state, court challenge by court challenge, while the administration that benefits from it waves away every concern as hysteria. This is watching a man who tried to overturn one election get handed the machinery to control the next one.

And before you drag out your little talking point— yes, Democrats have objected to electoral certifications. In 2001. In 2005. In 2017. Go ahead and write that down, because that’s the full extent of your gotcha. What you conveniently leave out every time you say it is that in every single one of those cases, the losing candidate had already conceded. Al Gore gaveled down his own party’s objections with his own hand. They did not coordinate a pressure campaign on the Vice President. They did not summon a mob that wiped shit on the Capitol walls like feral animals. They did not scream to hang the Vice President. They did not make a phone call to a state official begging him to find votes. They did not inspire an insurrection and then sit in a dining room watching it on television for hours while people made frantic calls for help that went unanswered.

That is not the same thing. It has never been the same thing. And you know that.

The gas prices finally did it for you though. Not the children in cages. Not January 6th. Not the pandemic death toll. Not the women who lost their bodies. Not the trans kids legislated out of their own childhoods. Not the 260,000 federal workers who got fired, rehired, and fired again. Not the elderly Americans who can’t access Social Security benefits because they gutted 7,000 SSA employees and closed the field offices. Not the 61,000 TSA workers who went without paychecks for weeks, losing their homes, their cars, while Tom Homan deployed ICE agents to airport security checkpoints to run deportation operations on the people who missed their flights. Not any of that.

The gas prices. The fucking gas prices finally did it for you.

MAGA, you are all bad people and I say that with my full chest. Not because of who you are. Because of what you did, what you knew when you did it, and how many times you did it anyway. You don’t get to separate yourself from your choices. Your choices are the most honest thing about you.

Every single thing that has happened— the war, the lies, the no-plan catastrophe, the nuclear brinkmanship, the threats to erase a civilization for the cameras— all of it was completely, totally, entirely predictable. We predicted it. We said it out loud. We wrote it down. We were mocked for it. We were called liars, crazy, radical, unhinged, socialist, America-hating. You held your middle finger high in the air and told 75 million Americans to kiss your ass.

Kiss mine. You live with the consequences of your vote. You deserve it. Once is forgivable, twice is iffy— but three times? Naw. You can fuck all the way off.

The people marching in the streets right now, the millions who showed up to “No Kings” events in over 3,000 locations on March 28th, who filled cities and town squares and small-town courthouse lawns across this country and around the world, they have been here the whole time. Exhausted and terrified and showing up anyway. Not because gas was $4.11 a gallon. Because it was right.

But, that’s not you. You are not them yet. Maybe one day, after you’ve done the actual work, sitting alone with the full weight of what you chose, with no audience, no absolution, maybe one day far into the future you can stand beside them and mean it.

But not today.

Today you are still the person who needed the threat of nuclear war to feel something. Today you are still the person who watched 14 million Iranians form human chains around power plants with their bodies and needed a MAGA Twitter account posting prayer hands for it to register as news. Today you are still someone whose empathy has a price tag and that price tag is your own comfort.

And MAGA…the ship is taking on water. You feel it. That’s why you’re here, that’s why you’re suddenly having feelings, that’s why millions of you are peeling away like paint off a burning building. You felt the tilt. But you’ll go down with it anyway. Your identity is riveted to the hull. You argued with your family about it. Lost friends over it. You posted about it. You voted for it three times. You cheered when he threatened to kill a civilization. You posted prayer hands when he called his own retreat a victory.

Our grandchildren will call you what you are. American Nazis. And just like the Nazis who thought the statute of limitations on atrocity ran out when the war ended, you are wrong. You will be found. You will be named. You will be held accountable, in courtrooms and in history and in the long, unforgiving memory of the people you let be harmed. The evidence assembles itself. It always does. Slowly. In federal dockets. In congressional briefings. In the testimony of people who were there. There is no running out the clock on this.

You reap what you sow. Every single time. Without exception. The only question is how long the harvest takes.

We won’t let you bastards grind us down.

The left doesn’t need your conversion story right now. The left needs bodies at protests, donations to organizations being defunded, votes in every race from school board to Senate. The left needs people who will do the work when it’s boring and unglamorous and when the cameras aren’t rolling.

So do that. Do it in your community. Do it quietly. Do it without expecting a welcome.

Because I am not extending one.

I am over here, same as I was when you wrote me off. Waking up afraid. Carrying it through every hour. Watching what you helped build eat all of us alive. Watching a man hold the world at nuclear knifepoint and then get called the Peace President by the people who made it possible.

You don’t get my grace. You don’t get my forgiveness. Not today.

You want redemption?

Earn it. Go down with the sinking ship.

And until you do— fuck around and find out. The bill is already due. It has always been due. And Iran just showed the whole world that your guy folds when someone punches back and stands up to him. He’s a bully and a coward.

Remember that the next time you post the prayer hands.