Megyn Kelly has never been one to mince words — and after witnessing what she dubbed “the most unintentional comedy hour in daytime television history,” she didn’t hold back.
The episode in question? President Joe Biden’s latest appearance on The View — or as Kelly described it, “a cross between bingo night at the memory ward and a crisis PR disaster wrapped in sequins and teleprompters.” Biden, whose presidency has been plagued by public gaffes and declining approval, was ushered onto the set by ABC producers clearly hoping for a moment of soft-light redemption. What they got instead was a televised train wreck so surreal, it made performance art look coherent.
Kelly opened fire during her SiriusXM podcast with the precision of a prosecutor and the flair of a stand-up comic. “This wasn’t an interview,” she said, “it was group therapy with a fainting couch. The View hosts weren’t asking questions — they were spoon-feeding pre-chewed talking points and praying he didn’t confuse Whoopi for Corn Pop.”
The interview began as expected, with fawning applause and softball questions so gentle they made marshmallows seem aggressive. Joy Behar cited Trump’s “obsession” with Biden, claiming he’d mentioned the president over 500 times this year. “We’re in shrink territory now,” she said, with the self-awareness of a fog machine.
Kelly’s response? “Shrink territory? Honey, this entire segment needed a wellness check.”
But it was Biden’s own answers that sent social media into a tailspin. Between moments of incoherence and rambling references to his own performance as president, viewers were left wondering if this was an interview or a live audition for Weekend at Bernie’s 3.
When asked about economic failures, Biden responded, “I beat him,” followed by a grin that could only be described as internally rebooting. At one point, Dr. Jill Biden was invoked as his character witness. “Joe worked really hard,” she insisted — to which Kelly dryly noted, “The man once thought he was president of NATO. If that’s ‘working hard,’ I’d hate to see coasting.”
Kelly also torched Sunny Hostin, whose role in the segment she summarized as “Olympic-level mental gymnastics.” Hostin attempted to guide Biden through answers like a stage mom mouthing lines from backstage, but even with the assist, the president often appeared bewildered. “This wasn’t a discussion,” Kelly said, “it was a game of charades where everyone pretended not to notice the obvious.”
Even Kamala Harris got roped into the chaos. The View tried spinning her refusal to name any policy differences with Biden as “solidarity,” but Kelly saw through it. “She basically said ‘Ditto’ and they clapped like she’d cured inflation.”
The biggest gut punch came when Kelly compared the entire charade to “political necromancy — a seance for relevance hosted by five liberal ghost whisperers and a malfunctioning teleprompter.” She accused the show of trying to resuscitate a president clearly past his political prime using pre-approved cue cards and verbal incense.
She didn’t stop there.
Kelly even targeted The View’s set design, likening it to “a cruise ship lounge where logic goes to die,” and ripped into their wardrobe with surgical glee. “They dressed like Pinterest boards had a meltdown in a Michaels craft store,” she quipped.
And the table arrangement? “Less roundtable, more coven meeting with better lighting.”
But what made Kelly’s takedown so effective wasn’t just the jokes — it was the clarity. She exposed the show not as a platform for discussion, but as a carefully choreographed echo chamber where dissent dies and applause is on a timer. “This wasn’t journalism,” she concluded. “It was interpretive dance with a side of virtue signaling.”
By the time the final credits rolled, The View had issued multiple legal corrections for inaccuracies aired during the interview. ABC declined to comment, but the clip had already gone viral — with the words “Megyn Kelly” and “The View Meltdown” trending nationwide.
In a media landscape increasingly allergic to honesty, Kelly’s flamethrower commentary didn’t just call out the circus — she torched the tent.
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