Kash Patel is the gift that keeps on giving; to satirists, that is. He’s as incompetent as Bobby Junior and Pete Hegseth but a bigger clown than either of them.
We’ve never had an FBI director who was into merch before and I hope we never have one again.
Patel is a guy with many quirks, among them is how he signs merch, #9. For those who can’t count, he’s the ninth FBI director. As far as I know, J Edgar Hoover never called himself #1. It does, however, beat the hell out of being called a G-man in a G-string.
Kash is still a conspiracist podcaster at heart. Mooks like him are why I refuse to take the so-called manosphere seriously.
Will Sarah Fitzpatrick’s latest Patel piece be the smoking bottle that leads to Kash’s shitcanning? Only the Kaiser of Chaos knows for sure and he changes his mind every 44 seconds. Stay tuned.
The last word goes to Merle Haggard followed by Elvis Costello:
The only way that Patel could avoid being fired for this stuff, is if he let Trump “wet his beak” on the merch sales.
Doesn’t matter if the amount of money is trivial for a (claimed) billionaire, it’s “the principal of the thing”.
If I placed bets on Polymarket, it would be “Ka$h gone by 1 July”.