In the wild circus that is American politics, one of the latest acts features a Democratic Congressman from Detroit whose hairstyle seems to have been inspired by an ‘80s punk rock band. It’s 2025, folks, and if you thought you’d seen it all in politics, think again. This Congressman seems to have stepped out of a Saturday Night Live skit, which might explain why he’s been given a stage in Congress despite sporting a look that screams, “I might or might not throw a cherry bomb at your car.”

Now, the Congressman is pushing for impeaching Donald Trump again—because, apparently, the folks at the impeachment factory just can’t seem to shut their assembly line down. His latest concern? Trump allegedly defied a Supreme Court ruling about a deportation case, which apparently sent the Congressman into a tizzy. But here’s the thing: many folks seem to wonder why illegal immigrants are afforded rights such as “due process” while skipping the line at the immigration office. Trump gets crapped on for using executive power, whereas Biden signed an executive order declaring that if you don’t get the COVID vaccine, you’re about as welcome at work as a raccoon at a picnic.

The key here seems to be the numbers. If you think about it, a gluttonous amount of Democratic votes comes from people living in the country illegally, who magically appear on the census. Their presence boosts the Democrat’s number of representatives in Congress faster than a cat video goes viral. Yet, when the right calls out this ludicrousness, they’re treated like the new kids in school trying to tell the teacher how to grade. It’s precisely this hypocrisy the Congressman neglects to address when he passionately speaks of democracy. Irony at its finest!

And let’s not skip over the part where he’s fabbing about checks and balances. The truth is, many folks aren’t digging into the fine print of every Supreme Court ruling—mostly because people have lives to live. The Supreme Court often avoids getting overly involved in these knotted presidential matters. They’re the adult in the room saying, “Hey, we’ll let the kids figure it out.” But that doesn’t fit well into the Congressman’s passionate narrative, does it? He wants to paint Trump as the tyrant while ignoring the fact that this “tyrant” was put in office with the votes of many who simply don’t agree that he’s an evil overlord.

Meanwhile, the Congressman’s call for impeachment sounds eerily like a toddler shouting that someone stole their candy. “How dare Trump break the rules!” they say, forgetting that the rules only apply when it’s convenient. The truth is that if the Congressman’s party wants Trump impeached, they’ll have to have the votes to back that up—an inconvenient fact that seems to get swept under the rug faster than a hairball on a shag carpet.

So, while he rattles off articles of impeachment, the humor in this situation is like a wink to the audience. It’s a performance on a grand stage called democracy, one where the spectacle may entertain but seldom produces long-term change. Maybe we should be handing out popcorn instead of ballots, given how dramatically these skits unfold. And as they tussle over ideals, Americans at home can only hope someone remembers that all this noise should serve the people—and not merely secure seats in the hallowed halls of Congress.