Well, Stephen Miller finally said what everyone in the room was probably thinking but didn’t want to say out loud: the “stupid white hippies” aren’t exactly the heartbeat of D.C.—they’re more like a bad drum circle nobody asked for. And yes, he said it in Union Station, of all places, surrounded by National Guard troops while protestors milled around like it was 1972 all over again. The only thing missing was a tie-dye stand and someone selling vegan incense.
But let’s not breeze past this like it’s just another Wednesday in Washington. What Miller did was break the polite, sanitized narrative that the media’s been spoon-feeding the country for months: that all protest is noble, all outrage is organic, and any federal attempt to restore order is just jackboot authoritarianism.
Let’s be honest—this isn’t a protest anymore. It’s a performance. And like all bad theater, it’s being funded, staged, and directed by people who don’t even live in the neighborhood they’re supposedly defending. Miller had the guts to say it. Most of these protestors? They’re not locals. They’re not stakeholders. They’re not even paying D.C. taxes. They’re tourists with picket signs, here to cosplay as revolutionaries for likes and livestreams.
But the real kicker? The actual residents of D.C.—especially the Black residents that the left so loudly claims to care about—aren’t buying into the hysteria. Sure, the media will cherry-pick a few quotes from a local here or there to spin their narrative, but the uncomfortable truth is this: a whole lot of people in D.C. are tired. Tired of crime. Tired of chaos. Tired of watching their city spiral so someone from Portland can scream about “fascism” between yoga sessions.
And speaking of tired… that’s exactly what Miller called out. This crusty, aging protest class—the same one that’s been marching since Woodstock—has become a parody of itself. Gray ponytails waving, fists in the air, yelling about police states while standing next to a Shake Shack. It’d be funny if it weren’t so tragically out of touch.
Meanwhile, the White House isn’t exactly twiddling its thumbs. The feds moved in. National Guard boots hit the pavement. Over 550 arrests have been made since August 7, and the message is crystal clear: playtime is over. But if you expected a thank-you note from the residents who now feel a little safer walking home at night, think again. No, what you get is a Washington Post poll telling us 65% of D.C. residents think Trump’s actions won’t make the city safer.
Right. Because nothing screams “safety” like officers being jeered out of neighborhoods, or crowds cheering when the people who risk their lives to maintain order are forced to retreat.
This is the tone. Why even bother with platitudes? The era of masculine will arises. https://t.co/eUjtnyiiwm
— Cernovich (@Cernovich) August 20, 2025
But don’t miss the forest for the trees here. This isn’t really about crime stats. It’s about control. The federal government stepped in, and the local power brokers didn’t like it. Because it exposed the uncomfortable truth: they lost control. And worse, someone else had the guts to pick up the baton they dropped.
So now the left is scrambling. Screaming “fascism” while conveniently ignoring the actual chaos. Playing the race card while Miller, ironically, reminds them that most of the city’s population isn’t even with them. And let’s not pretend that stat about D.C.’s demographics doesn’t sting a little—once the darling symbol of Black political power, “Chocolate City” has been rapidly gentrified. The same people screaming “justice!” are the ones who helped push longtime residents out of their own neighborhoods with organic smoothie bars and overpriced doggy spas.
The administration knows exactly what it’s doing. They’re forcing the conversation back to crime, law, and order—the kind of issues that turn swing voters into Trump voters real fast. And the louder the screams from the yoga-mat resistance, the clearer that becomes.
So go ahead, keep waving those cardboard signs and lecturing the country from your Whole Foods parking lot. The rest of us will be over here, watching actual leaders get the job done.
