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Dec. 20, 2025 - Lionel Nation
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Piers Morgan Gets DESTROYED By Candace Owens Over Charlie Kirk Claim

Piers Morgan Gets DESTROYED By Candace Owens Over Charlie Kirk Claim

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Well, good day, my friend.
You know, I hesitated for a long time to even bother with Piers Morgan because normally, and I'm going to say this, I like, well, this is what you're supposed to say.
I don't punch down, but that's kind of silly.
But I go after the substance, not necessarily the commentators attempting to address substance, unless they've done something that is so off the mark that it becomes a story.
And I usually don't waste time on people whose relevance is parasitic, that survives entirely on inherited status and legacy booking power.
But Candace Owens, America's internet sweetheart, lately has reminded me that sometimes the record needs to be set straight.
Not, you know, not out of spite or anger or cruelty, but out of a civic hygiene.
Because there is something uniquely corrosive about a man, a Bootian, a Twit, a nitwit, who presents himself as some serious interlocutor while functioning as a glossy tabloid reflex machine.
And that is Piers Moran, Morgan, a man who manages to combine the intellectual curiosity of a cross between a soap dish and a gossip columnist with a moral certainty of some compromised bureaucrat and the theatrical instincts of some daytime scold.
And somehow, somehow he sells this as journalism, when in reality, it's a human cockfight factory where guests aren't invited to be understood, but to be provoked.
And it's just like a morning zoo.
If you put enough people together, somebody's bound to say something.
And he sits back there with this look.
He's like, is this almost over?
Hoping that there'll be some fight.
You put on the bloviating, hyper, perspiring, junk yogurt screaming with this one.
And he puts people on, not to be understood, but to be provoked and interrupted and misframed and fed into some screaming format that flatters him, gives him the numbers.
I mean, it's brilliant.
Listen, if you've got nothing to say, put people on.
It's like human, it's like bum fights or human cockfights.
I mean, it's Morton Downey.
You know, it's professional wrestling, bad outlaw wrestling.
And all of this leaving the audience intellectually malnourished, starving.
And what makes this especially absurd is that Piers Morgan genuinely believes, he really believes he's above the fray, that he is the adult in the room,
that he is somehow intellectually equipped and spiritually able to handle what's going on, that he's the reasonable one, bravely standing against the unwashed masses of conspiracy theorists and extremists and hate mongers and unserious people, when in fact he believes every official narrative as if it were handed down from Mount Sinai.
And he reacts to dissent, not with curiosity, not with incredulity, not with question, but with contempt.
Because to him, to this man, skepticism is pathology.
And questioning authority is immaturity and wrong.
And this is why he can't understand Nick Fuentes or Tucker Carlson or Candace Owens or how he's being played.
Or frankly, this entire new crop of commentators and analysts who are not playing by the rules of ancient antiquarian antediluvian legacy media decorum because Piers Morgan is an anachronism,
an anachronism trapped in some mental time capsule where he still thinks it's 1983 where the where the gatekeepers matter, where we're shouting, I am the journalist, somehow settles the argument, and where this just this puky smugness passes for rigor.
And it is entirely his fault because when you come up through the tabloids and British tabloids, not us, theirs, okay?
When you come up through that swamp, you learn that confidence matters more than comprehension and understanding and intellectual fecundity and volume matters more than substance.
And this explains why when Alex Jones absolutely, methodically dissected him and schooled him on the Second Amendment.
Remember, during Piers' short lived career on CNN, he didn't get us.
We didn't get him.
That was a disaster.
That was new coke.
That was, I don't know what that was.
But he didn't get it.
He has this idea that guns, I mean, there's probably no example of this simpleton platform, his inability to understand the complexity of our Second Amendment, of our Constitution.
He doesn't get it because he feels, believe it or not, he's superior.
And by the way, this is a guy who goes crazy, goes crazy with Tucker.
And these are hate mongers spewing hate.
And why does Tucker have these hate people on?
Piers Morgan interviews serial killers and gives, let me say this again, serial killers a platform for stardom.
Now you can say whatever you want about Tucker or Nick Fuentes or Candace or I don't know who else is out there in his group of intellectual or moral ne'er-do-wells, but serial killers?
I mean, I mean, don't get me wrong.
The Bernard Giles interview was terrific because Mr. Giles, who by the way, has the IQ of a DART, who was one of the most prolific serial killers, was more interesting than Piers.
An onion ring could have interviewed this man.
But do you understand the hypocrisy of this?
Look, whenever you bring up a name like Fuentes or Candace or anybody, it's not that you're advocating what they're saying, but you're at least saying they have an opinion, listen to them.
You see, this is the argument, especially with Alex, he failed to understand the rudiments of the argument, and the distinction matters, because losing an argument can be instructive, but not understanding one is fatal.
And when Piers Mora Morgan doesn't understand something, which is often the case, often his response is not humility but offense, and when offense curdles into frustration, He does what he always does.
He storms off in a huff, in a myth, panties in a wad, a theatrical sulk, as if indignation were a substitute for knowledge and comprehension.
And this is where his style becomes not just annoying, but fundamentally anti-American, fundamentally unconstitutional, which he doesn't understand.
Because America at its best prizes backbone and guts and authenticity and resilience and the willingness to stay in the room when challenged.
And Piers has none of that.
None of that.
He has no guts, no balls, no background.
He's impuissant.
He's feckless.
He's an invertebrate.
No spine.
Just a polished accent attempt.
And a reflexive disdain for anyone who doesn't genuflect to his worldview.
And I say this as someone who normally, well, somebody wouldn't even give him the time of day, except in this particular case, especially with what he's done to America's sweetheart, Candace Owens.
Except for the small matter that he wants, I think he still does block me from Twitter or X, blocked me.
Fine.
What?
Then I get invited on his show, then disinvited at the last minute, because I was thinking, I don't think this producer knows who I am.
Somebody, and I said, are you sure about this?
Yeah, yeah, we're going to talk about it.
I forget what it was.
Okay.
Then they never, I said, is this still on?
Oh, oh, sorry.
We had a change of plan.
Didn't even have the courtesy to say, by the way, we've made a grave error.
Just doesn't matter.
Seriously, it doesn't matter.
This is how he talks to everybody else.
As long as you're yelling at him.
I mean, if you're yelling at somebody else, it's okay.
But what is, is he afraid?
It doesn't matter.
But I had to tell you that.
So this is fine.
You know, these things happen.
But it's illustrative because it reveals the insecurity, the insincerity at the heart of the operation, which is that Piers Morgan doesn't actually want the conversation, the discussion, the give and take.
He wants control.
He wants the guests to scream at each other.
Nothing against him.
He wants a guest he can manage and spar with theoretically without ever risking exposure.
And listen, listen, in terms of, let me tell you something.
In terms of success, absolutely.
Good for you.
I mean, let me tell you something.
I always thought Geraldo Rivera was kind of like our version of this.
And I thought, not exactly a whiz-bang, though Geraldo gave us the Zapruder film, don't forget this.
But Pierce makes Geraldo look like Niels Bohr.
And I think that's kind of why Pierce struggles so badly with figures Who don't need him or who aren't impressed by him and who don't accept his framing because really he has nothing to fall back on once the script breaks and this is why he ends up looking like a buffoon, like a tabloid hack, but he doesn't care.
It's like Jerry Springer doesn't care.
It doesn't matter as long as the numbers and the clicks and the message.
And I understand that.
I believe I get this.
Like I said, he makes Geraldo Rivera look like Isaac Newton.
But for all of Geraldo's excesses and whatever it was, at least there was a sense of curiosity and risk.
Whereas old PM is allergic to both.
And by the way, he hides this allergy behind this faux seriousness.
You know, this desire to get to the bottom of this.
To having four people who are going to scream at each other.
I mean, have you, do you re do you do do you remember what was it?
Was it Shmuly Botiak and Junk Yogurt?
Oh my God.
What was that?
I mean, listen, maybe you like that.
To me, it's like shallow.
I understand what they're doing.
But his faux seriousness and his moral posturing.
And the real tragedy, the real tragedy here is that he doesn't understand that this style no longer works because the age of the host as referee is over.
Audiences don't tune in to watch some Brit scold and wag his finger at Americans for not thinking correctly.
What is he talking about?
What era is this?
Again, it's an anachronism that we don't do this anymore.
And it gets old because he's going to have to keep upping it and upping it because people are habituating more to the fights.
I mean, good for him.
I mean, people tune in, believe it or not, to hear ideas clash organically and to watch people kind of reveal themselves through argument, not interruption, not screaming, and not this being constantly pissed off.
And what Lord Twit doesn't understand, what in fact he offers, is none of that.
None of it because he has nothing to say beyond the performative performance, the kabuki dance of being offended or being highbrow, taking the moral high ground, knowing what's right, going back after these dastardly tinfoil hats, by the way, it's actually aluminum foil.
We haven't worn tinfoil in years, but these conspiracy theorists.
He has no, he will not countenance the remotest possibility that maybe, maybe there's a nefarious force out there in the world actually causing things to happen and not as described in the media.
I mean, these approved narratives, he just accepts them all.
And this is why, by the way, this is why every show feels the same, regardless of the guest, because the point is not, you know, discovery, it's dominance.
And the irony, the irony of ironies is that in trying to assert control, he reveals his irrelevance because the new media ecosystem, and I hate that word, but I'll say it, doesn't reward scolding, it rewards clarity and courage and intellectual risk.
And old Piercy offers none of that.
None of those things.
He offers a raised eyebrow, a smug smirk, a smile, a leer, and a readiness to dismiss anyone who challenges his priors as, you know, crazy, dangerous, or unserious.
And this is why Candace Owens, who, by the way, is the queen of the internet now, has been so instructive lately because she doesn't shout.
She's always cop.
She doesn't spew coprolalic filth like Timmy the Cat Pool doesn't do that.
She doesn't perform.
She doesn't beg for approval.
She simply lays on arguments calmly and watches putative legacy figures like old Piers short circuit in real time because they can't handle someone who refuses to play the hysterical role, the role that's assigned, the role that's meted out, the role that's been given.
And when that happens, the emperor is exposed because beneath the accent and that attitude and that faux sense of superiority and this whatever it is, the veneer, there is no depth, just reflex and contempt.
And the saddest part, if there is a saddest part, is that Piers seems genuinely baffled by this shift he can't understand.
He doesn't get it.
He doesn't get why yelling no longer wins, why authority no longer persuades.
Don't you know who I am?
And why calling people names no longer ends the conversation.
It's a different story.
We don't understand the term conspiracy theory.
That's like using the word pinko or something from the 60s or it's like people who refer to certain progressive lunacy as communism.
It's like, what?
This McCarthy, these attempts at excoriation, execration, doesn't work.
And the answer is simple.
The audience has grown up and they're smart and they've moved on.
And he is not.
He's like the Japanese soldier who doesn't know that the war is over.
And he doesn't understand it.
So we're left, in essence, with a man cosplaying, you know, relevance, hosting debates he can't moderate and conversations he can't follow.
He's just looking at his clock.
Is it over yet?
Are they done screaming?
Yes, could you bring out Mr. Yogurt?
Yes, and his friend, Ms. Kasparian.
Could you scream?
Yes, could you scream, please?
Whom should we select who makes you scream the most?
Irrespective of the legitimacy or the sapiens of your argument.
Just scream.
That's all I want you to do is scream.
That's all.
I'm Piers Morgan.
I don't even understand the issue.
Good heavens, love it.
Let me tell you something.
This poor guy gets into arguments he can't engage with.
And the result, again, I keep saying this, is this anachronism?
It's not journalism.
It's noise.
Noise dressed up as seriousness and sobriety and theater.
That's it.
Masquerading as thought.
And that's why this needs to be said plainly.
Piers Morgan is not dangerous because he is powerful.
He is dangerous because he is shallow and certainly without the understanding is the most corrosive force in media.
And until he realizes that the problem is not the guests, not America, not the internet rot or the slop or the conspiracy theorists which he so disdains but himself, he will continue to flail, shout, and block, disinvited, storm off, confused and befuddled as to why, why the world is no longer impressed by his act.
And the answer, the answer is because it is no longer 1983, Piers.
And the audience is no longer buying what you're selling.
But I've got to hand it to you.
You fooled them for a long time.
And enjoy the ride as long as you can, Piers, because frankly, we're bored.
We've habituated to it.
We've, well, you know what we have.
And that is it, my friend.
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