“The View” from the Wreckage: How Whoopi Goldberg’s Ego Became Late-Night Comedy Gold

In a world where opinions are currency and daytime television clings desperately to relevance, one name continues to headline not for insight, but implosion: Whoopi Goldberg. The co-host of ABC’s “The View” has long branded herself as a fearless truth-teller. But this week, truth hit back—with sarcasm, deadpan precision, and the kind of public roasting only Greg Gutfeld and Tyrus can deliver without ever entering the room.

It all began with Goldberg’s now-infamous remarks about the Holocaust, which she declared had “nothing to do with race”—a statement so historically and intellectually bankrupt that even ABC hit the brakes, suspending her for two weeks. Yet somehow, Goldberg treated this suspension not as a teachable moment but as an Oscar-worthy display of victimhood.

Enter Gutfeld and Tyrus.

Without shouting, without theatrics, the two Fox News personalities dismantled Whoopi’s worldview with casual mockery and razor-sharp logic. Gutfeld likened “The View” to a cult of grievance wrapped in a bathrobe of delusion. Tyrus, towering and imperturbable, offered metaphors that made Goldberg’s rhetoric fold faster than a plastic lawn chair in a hurricane. And the best part? Whoopi wasn’t even the target. She simply inserted herself into a larger critique of celebrity misinformation—and immediately combusted.

What followed was a masterclass in public meltdown. Goldberg clutched the pearls of moral superiority, stared into the camera like it owed her something, and unleashed a monologue soaked in self-righteous exhaustion. “How dare they question me,” her tone seemed to scream, “Don’t they know I was in Sister Act?”

This wasn’t the first time Goldberg blurred the lines between commentary and performative martyrdom. When she’s not lecturing America on privilege from a multimillion-dollar soundstage, she’s defending disgraced Hollywood icons because they were “nice to her.” When confronted with facts, she doesn’t rebut—she sighs. Loudly. The sigh: Goldberg’s ultimate escape hatch, the theatrical eye-roll of someone who’s run out of arguments but not indignation.

But the internet doesn’t sigh. It clips. It memes. It mocks. Social media exploded with videos of Whoopi’s commentary, not as debate fodder, but as comedy content. YouTube turned her takedown into open-mic night. Reddit lit up like Times Square, roasting her contradictions and rewriting her monologues into ironic merchandise slogans. Somewhere, an Etsy shop is probably selling “It’s Not About Race” coffee mugs.

The core issue isn’t just Whoopi Goldberg. It’s the decaying ecosystem of daytime TV that rewards emotional over intellectual engagement. “The View” has become less a talk show and more a weekly group therapy session for wounded egos in expensive pantsuits. Opposing views are not engaged—they’re exorcised.

And yet, despite mounting absurdities, Goldberg and co-hosts like Sunny Hostin (yes, the one who blamed a solar eclipse on climate change) still perform their ideological kabuki with unwavering confidence. It’s a TED Talk mixed with a Facebook rant—preachy, shallow, and desperately clinging to cultural power.

Meanwhile, Gutfeld and Tyrus? They shrugged. They didn’t storm studios or stage walkouts. They simply pointed out the obvious: that people like Goldberg are not just out of touch—they’re out of ideas. And in doing so, they exposed a truth daytime TV would rather hide—when you wrap every critique in the armor of victimhood, you don’t become brave. You become unbearable.

Of course, “The View” circled the wagons. Co-hosts patted Whoopi on the back with the usual platitudes: “You’re brave,” “Thank you for your voice,” “We love you.” It felt less like a response and more like a crisis management seminar. But outside that insulated bubble, the public saw through the performance. Even longtime viewers began to wonder: if every disagreement is framed as hate and every critic as a villain, maybe the real problem is the mirror.

Will Whoopi change? Unlikely. She’ll return, as she always does, with another hot take so removed from reality it might need a visa. But if recent weeks prove anything, it’s that satire is still alive, facts still matter, and self-importance—when left unchecked—will always find a way to implode.

Goldberg may sit at the table, but the real conversation is happening elsewhere—and the nation’s tuning in.