Let’s Can Hegseth. A Murderous Monster.

We can’t afford to have this man in leadership.

Donald Trump has assembled a cabinet of horrors, a gallery of the unqualified and the unfit, and Pete Hegseth may be the worst of them. Picture him: the Fox & Friends weekend tan, the flag-pin sincerity, the prose-poem tattoos, striding the Pentagon’s E-Ring as though it were a green room with better security. He came to the building promising to scrape the rot of “wokeness” off the American officer corps. What he has delivered instead is the most florid display of unfitness the place has seen in living memory, performed with the serene confidence of a man who has never once been told no by anyone who mattered.

Consider his latest curatorial flourish. The Navy sent up twenty-two names for one-star admiral, the survivors of the most pitiless selection process in American life. Not one of them a woman. And still that was insufficiently pure for our secretary, who reached into the list and plucked out at least seven officers he found surplus to requirements. Two women. Two Black men. The …