In a move that oozes swagger and screams dominance, President Donald J. Trump has agreed to sit down with Jeffrey Goldberg—the glorified fiction writer who moonlights as Editor-in-Chief of The Atlantic.
That’s right. Trump, the man who’s been smeared more times than a toddler’s birthday cake, is entertaining a journalist with the same credibility as a Nigerian prince email scam. And he’s doing it with the casual indifference of a man who knows he already won.
Goldberg is the guy responsible for one of the most malicious, provably false political hit jobs in recent memory—the 2020 “suckers and losers” hoax. You remember that lie, right? Goldberg claimed, via four anonymous ghosts (probably all residing in the same DNC group chat), that Trump refused to visit an American cemetery in France because the soldiers buried there were “losers.” That slander spread faster than COVID at a Fauci-funded Wuhan wet market. And naturally, the Left’s stenographers at CNN, MSNBC, and The Washington Post jumped on it like it was the last booster shot at a Blue State potluck.
Never mind that the story was denied on the record by 10+ people, including John Bolton, Trump’s beardy nemesis who was writing books to throw Trump under every Greyhound he could find. Bolton, who would’ve loved to confirm such a story, instead debunked it. But facts don’t matter when you’re Goldberg. What matters is whether your propaganda lands in time to sway a few suburban wine moms and unemployed sociology majors in battleground states.
Now fast forward to today, and we’ve got Goldberg—Mr. Fiction Himself—being granted an audience with the very man he’s tried to crucify for years. Not just Goldberg, either.
He’s bringing backup in the form of Michael Scherer and Ashley Parker, two other cocktail circuit warriors who treat Trump like a piñata at an Antifa quinceañera. According to Trump, the article they’re supposedly working on is titled “The Most Consequential President of this Century.”
Now that’s rich. The same clowns who spent the last eight years calling him a Nazi, a Russian asset, and a threat to democracy now want to sit at his table and nibble on crumbs of access? This is Trump letting them into the lion’s den—just to see if they can resist lying long enough to write a single truthful paragraph.
And make no mistake, this is classic Trump. He doesn’t fear these people—he toys with them. Remember when he rolled into that all-Black women’s forum, where even Kamala Harris, the so-called “first Black vice president,” didn’t dare show her face? Trump didn’t just attend—he owned it. He walked in like a man who’s spent his whole life uninvited to elite circles and made a career out of crashing their parties anyway. He didn’t need to say it, but metaphorically? He marked his territory on their political turf like a golden retriever at a garden party.
Same thing when he donned the McDonald’s uniform and worked the drive-in window, or when he hopped on a garbage truck to pay homage to America’s cleaning crew. These weren’t stunts—they were strategic jabs at a Left that worships academic credentials and media snobbery while mocking the very working-class Americans they claim to represent. Trump showed up in their fantasyland and said, “I’ll be the fast-food king and still be richer than your woke faculty lounge combined.” That’s the power move.
And now he’s doing it again. Only this time, instead of greasy burgers or sanitation gear, the prop is Jeffrey Goldberg, human embodiment of what’s wrong with modern journalism.
Trump doesn’t run from fake news; he lets them come crawling back, then watches them try to act serious for five minutes. It’s performance art. It’s domination disguised as diplomacy.
Let’s not forget Goldberg’s full rap sheet of creative writing. Before trying to smear Trump as a veteran-hating coward, Goldberg was the same guy who wrote “Saddam Hussein has weapons of mass destruction” pieces that helped justify the Iraq War. That’s right—Jeffrey “WMD” Goldberg, one of the mainstream media’s original war cheerleaders, later pivoted to crying about mean tweets and “authoritarianism.” The man has spent his career laundering intel community gossip into glossy magazine spreads, then getting promoted every time his lies become politically useful.
So when Trump posts on Truth Social that he’s doing this interview “just to see if it’s possible for The Atlantic to be ‘truthful,’” you have to appreciate the deadpan humor. He knows it’s not. We all know it’s not. The only mystery here is whether Goldberg will print anything besides his usual cocktail of projection, elitism, and Trump Derangement Syndrome. It’s like asking a mosquito to donate blood.
But Trump? He’s got nothing to prove. This interview isn’t about redemption for The Atlantic. It’s about reminding the world who really holds the power.
Trump doesn’t need Goldberg’s approval. Goldberg needs Trump’s oxygen. This is the former president allowing the parasites a sip from the host, just long enough to keep their little media empires from collapsing entirely.
Because when you’re the most consequential president of the 21st century—and let’s be honest, even the haters know it—you don’t fear the hit piece. You are the headline. The rest are just footnotes.
So go ahead, Goldberg. Write your article. Craft your narrative. Spin your web. Just know that Trump already won—again. And you’re lucky he even remembered your name.
