Speaker Johnson Calls it Faith. It’s Temerity Pure and Simple.

Trump Is Only Part Of The Problem.

The most dangerous man in Washington carries a twelve-year-old’s theology in a fifty-two-year-old’s body, wielding a gavel he believes is just divine. Mike Johnson—this peculiar specimen of American democratic decay—built his entire worldview on a child’s magical thinking about his father’s survival, and now he’s dismantling the very systems that actually saved Patrick Johnson’s life while crediting an imaginary friend for the work of trauma surgeons.

Here’s the primal scene of Johnson’s political origin story, the one he trots out like a circus pony whenever he needs to justify his theocratic aspirations: 1984, a cold storage facility in Shreveport explodes, his firefighter father suffers burns over 80% of his body, and twelve-year-old Mike decides that his dad’s survival is a miracle from God. Not the miracle of modern medicine, not the burn unit protocols developed through decades of research, not the Medicaid that helped pay for it all—no, little Mike looked at skin grafts and morp…