When Policy Meets Hypocrisy

So what he said was:

The truth is that there is a King, and that King is Jesus.

• The President is willing to say it.
• His administration is willing to say it.
• Charlie Kirk was willing to say it, and he was killed for it.

That’s a non sequitur. “No Kings” is about a broken-down, blustering wannabe tyrant bent on bending the Constitution to his will. It takes a special kind of arrogance to drag Jesus into a political rally and call it worship. And don’t you dare mention His name — it just sounds dirty in your mouth.

What followed was a vile cocktail of sanctimony and nonsense, but let’s sip it slowly.

The President has never said it. In fact, when he was running in 2016, he publicly admitted he didn’t really know what his religion was. Although he grifted his own “Bible,” I doubt he could quote more than three consecutive words from it (though to be fair, the “thieves in the temple” part fits him perfectly).

And yet, there are two major points about the God Bless the USA Bible that no one seems to address.

• First: The First Amendment to the Constitution states, “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof.” That alone discounts any legitimate reason for producing this particular Bible.
• Second: Since we’re already ignoring the first of the Bill of Rights, it’s worth noting that in nearly every action he takes, Trump manages to ignore all of the Jesus parts of the Bible as well.

His administration is packed with Bible-thumping false prophets, men and women who weaponize scripture while ignoring its substance. The very churches these people claim to represent should be rebuking them, individually, for their collective blasphemy.

If this White House had even skimmed the CliffsNotes of the New Testament, maybe they’d have skipped these greatest hits of hypocrisy:

“Love thy neighbor.” Unless that neighbor is a migrant family separated at the border under “zero tolerance.” Hard to preach compassion while locking toddlers in chain-link pens.

“Thou shalt not bear false witness.” Yet lying became the official language of the press room, from crowd sizes to election results. Bearing false witness wasn’t a sin; it was a staffing requirement.

“Blessed are the peacemakers.” Unless there’s an arms deal to be signed or a protest to be crushed. Somehow the Sermon on the Mount didn’t make it into the policy briefings.

“Render unto Caesar.” The same folks railing against taxes happily funneled billions to donors and megachurches while slashing food aid and health care for the poor.

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.” Yet the administration’s moral crusaders hurled stones at anyone who didn’t fit their narrow definition of faith, family, or gender.

And Charlie Kirk — if he ever uttered those words — whatever faint virtue they carried was drowned out by the river of hate speech that made him famous. In the spirit of Voltaire: “I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”

That doesn’t make what he said right, and it certainly doesn’t make it righteous. But none of that gives a deranged killer any justification to exact his own justice.

Chip Roy has taken some patently ridiculous positions before, but this one takes the cake. Turning tragedy into theology and politics into pulpit is a new low, even for the self-anointed righteous.

When the powerful claim divine sanction for their cruelty, faith stops being sacred and becomes just another campaign slogan.

I’m just saying.