Tucker Carlson, The Jester Who Mocks Genocide

Tucker Carlson's grotesque laughter isn’t ignorance, it’s the desecration of mass graves, a vile symphony of indifference mocking the blood-soaked agony of the Balkans.

I was appalled. No. Eviscerated in fact, to witness a man of my own noble profession, a supposed custodian of truth, laughing at the unspeakable horrors of the former Yugoslavian wars¹. Tucker Carlson’s grotesque mirth was not mere ignorance; it was a desecration of the graves and memories of those who perished in that blood-soaked crucible. His cavalier chuckling was a macabre symphony, an affront to decency, echoing the chilling indifference that permitted genocides to unfold while the world dithered in moral paralysis. When he speaks of "Christians being bombed," let me clarify, we Albanians are also Christians, you ghastly, bloodthirsty vile reprobate. Your selective, grotesquely distorted narrative is a spit in the face of history and a mockery of the dead.

Tucker Carlson, America's self-styled jester of geopolitics, his laughable grasp of history matched only by his grotesque insensitivity, guffaws at NATO's intervention in the former Yugoslavia, as though the alliance's response …