If Mike Waltz won’t apologize for leaking war plans, he should be stripped of his title, his security clearance, and his delusions of competence. In plain English, his behavior proves that giving him national security clearance was like handing car keys to a blindfolded man and hoping he’d drive straight.
When the cat’s away, the mice will play — but when Mike Waltz is texting, even the mice look more competent. Let’s not sugarcoat what just happened. Waltz, Trump’s National Security Adviser, committed a mistake so dumbfounding, so reckless, so unworthy of his post, that the nation ought to pause and ask: is this the kind of man we trust with classified war plans?
He added a journalist—yes, a journalist—to a Signal group chat where they were discussing detailed, emoji-laced plans to bomb Yemen. Precise targets. Weapon packages. Timing. The whole nine yards. Sent directly to Jeffrey Goldberg, the editor-in-chief of The Atlantic. This isn’t a high school gossip thread—this is America’s national security.
And guess what? He wasn’t alone in the chat. Seventeen other bigwigs were reportedly in there too, including JD Vance, Marco Rubio, Pete Hegseth, and Tulsi Gabbard. The room read like a reality TV reunion—except instead of drama, they were coordinating airstrikes. And instead of security, we got absurdity.
Let me be clear: Mike Waltz committed an embarrassing mistake—the kind of mistake that one can lose his job over. But that decision is up to President Trump. This isn’t a case of forgetting to mute a mic or misspeaking at a press conference. This is about sending war plans to the press. It's about putting lives at risk through sheer stupidity.
But there's precedent. Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin under President Biden also made a serious mistake. He kept his cancer treatment a secret and didn’t inform the White House he was hospitalized. And what did he do? He apologized. Publicly. Ashamed, yes. Embarrassed, of course. But he said the words America needed to hear: “I’m sorry.” And Biden, in turn, allowed him to keep his job.
So here’s the fair deal: if Mike Waltz apologizes to the nation—no excuses, no spin—then it makes sense not to judge his competence or condemn him based on one horrifyingly stupid mistake. We’re all human. Even high-ranking officials can slip. But if he refuses to apologize, if he acts like nothing happened, if he treats this as another day in the swamp—then he is one incompetent, arrogant, and rude white man who thinks national security is just a meme game, who laughs while our soldiers risk their lives, who pretends sending classified information to journalists is no big deal—and he should be fired. Period.
What makes this even worse is the attitude behind it all. These weren’t somber discussions filled with strategic wisdom. No. It was full of mockery for our European allies. Waltz and others sneered about “European freeloading,” joked about making our partners pay the bill for American bombing, and pushed for military strikes not out of necessity, but to look tougher than Biden. Their diplomacy strategy? Emoji fist-bumps and flexed biceps. Their worldview? America acts, others pay.
Even Pete Hegseth—the Secretary of Defense in this reality-show administration—admitted they feared the operation might leak. Irony had a front-row seat. “This might leak,” they said... while a journalist silently sat in their chat, probably wondering if he’d accidentally opened an episode of Veep.
JD Vance tried to be the voice of reason. He said, “I just hate bailing Europe out again.” But instead of caution, they went full-throttle. Waltz declared that the Europeans were too weak, and America alone had to carry the burden. Their solution? Bomb now, bill later.
And then came the greenlight. Trump, through his deputy chief of staff Stephen Miller, apparently gave the go-ahead, with a clear directive: if we bomb for freedom, then we expect something in return. Not peace. Not security. But economic gain. “There needs to be some further economic gain extracted in return,” Miller said. That’s not foreign policy—that’s gangster politics.
And what happened after the first bombs dropped? Mike Waltz cheered. “Amazing job,” he posted, along with a fist, a flag, and a flame emoji. Steve Witkoff, Trump’s envoy to the Middle East, threw in five more emojis—like it was a football game. This is not leadership. This is lunacy.
Witkoff, by the way, doesn’t even hold a cabinet position, but he was in the group. Treated like a “principal.” This man openly fawns over Vladimir Putin, and recently claimed on live TV that Putin commissioned a portrait of Trump and prayed for him at church. That’s who Waltz was trading military strategy with. A Putin fanboy who dreams of a U.S.–Russia alliance in oil, gas, and AI, while dismissing the idea that Russia poses any threat to Europe.
Let me ask plainly: if Waltz is this careless with war plans, what else is he careless with? Our alliances? Our troops? Our democracy? If you give a fool a sword, don’t be surprised when someone bleeds.
And don’t mistake this for partisanship. This is about basic competence. About knowing the difference between war plans and WhatsApp jokes. If this had been a Democrat, conservatives would’ve gone nuclear. But because it’s Trump’s man, we’re supposed to shrug and say “boys will be boys”? Not this time.
Even the National Security Council scrambled to explain it away, calling it “inadvertent.” Really? That’s the best we’ve got? What if Goldberg had tweeted the messages? What if foreign intelligence picked it up? What if lives were lost because Waltz can’t tell the difference between a journalist and a general?
The U.S. military has protocols for a reason. This wasn’t a glitch in the system—it was a glitch in judgment. A breach of trust. A failure of leadership.
So again, let Waltz apologize—publicly, sincerely, and humbly. Let him stand before the American people and admit that he screwed up. Not a “notes app” apology. Not a half-hearted statement through a spokesperson. A real apology. Because that’s what adults do. That’s what leaders do. That’s what people who respect their jobs do.
But if he stays silent or arrogant, then he must go. No fanfare. No honor. Just pack up and leave. America is not a frat house where your status buys you protection. This is the highest level of national security. And if you can’t keep your chat secure, you don’t belong at the table.
Because at the end of the day, if Mike Waltz can leak war plans with the same fingers he uses to send emojis, then maybe his next job should be hosting a podcast—not advising the President of the United States.
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