Secretary Kristi Noem is the Terrifying Walking Advertisement for the Absolute Bankruptcy of the Trump Administration

Another One Of Donald’s Cos-Playing Cabinet Members Jumps the Shark

I can see her strutting through the corridors of Homeland Security like some demented cowgirl who wandered off the set of a particularly stupid Western and found herself, God help us all, in charge of protecting the republic from its enemies. Though one suspects the greatest enemy now resides in her own spectacular ignorance.

Watch her, this creature of pure performance, this bitch-goddess of manufactured authority, cycling through costumes like a method actor who’s forgotten what play she’s supposed to be in. One day it’s the tactical vest, worn over makeup applied with the delicacy of a mortician preparing a particularly difficult corpse, the next it’s aviator jackets and the kind of prefabricated swagger that suggests someone who learned about power from watching Tom Cruise movies and thought, yes, this is how authority looks, this is how serious people comport themselves when the cameras are rolling and the republic hangs in the balance.