Iowa’s own Senator Joni Ernst—a walking, talking monument to callous indifference—recently reminded her constituents just how little she gives a damn about them. During a town hall where real people dared to express concerns about losing their healthcare, Ernst’s brilliant response was essentially: “Who cares? You’re all gonna die anyway!”
That’s right, folks. While struggling families fear being kicked off Medicaid, Ernst—a smug, soulless ghoul—grinned like a villain in a bad movie and dismissed their terror with all the compassion of a rusty scalpel. “We all are going to die,” she chirped, as if that’s a valid policy position. Tell that to the parents of sick kids, the elderly on fixed incomes, and the disabled who rely on these programs to, you know, not die prematurely. But Ernst, a woman who clearly worships at the altar of her own ambition, couldn’t be bothered to fake empathy for five seconds.
Not content with merely exposing her moral bankruptcy in person, Ernst then doubled down with a sarcastic apology video filmed in a cemetery—because nothing says “I’m a serious public servant” like mocking the very people whose lives your policies could destroy. In a performance dripping with contempt, she fake-apologized for assuming her audience understood basic mortality before tacking on a shameless, hypocritical plug for Jesus Christ.
Let’s be clear: Joni Ernst doesn’t know the first thing about Jesus. The real Jesus fed the hungry, healed the sick, and told rich hypocrites to check themselves. Meanwhile, Ernst votes to slash food assistance, gut healthcare, and hand out tax breaks to millionaires. If this woman ever cracked open a Bible, it was to use it as a coaster for her champagne glass at some GOP donor luncheon.
And let’s not forget the bill she’s shilling for—a grotesque handout to the wealthy that would explode the national debt while kicking vulnerable Americans to the curb. But Ernst doesn’t care. She’s too busy cozying up to Trump, a man whose idea of “Christian values” is cheating on his wives and ripping off contractors. When a veteran dared to ask if she was afraid of Trump or just corrupt, Ernst scoffed, proving yet again that her loyalty isn’t to Iowans—it’s to power, money, and her own bloated ego.
Joni Ernst is an embarrassment to Iowa and to basic human decency. She’s a petty, cruel, out-of-touch elitist who laughs at suffering while pretending to care about faith. The only thing that should be “reconciled” is her immediate removal from office. Iowa deserves better. America deserves better. And if there’s any justice in this world, Ernst will soon find herself on the wrong side of an election result—preferably one where her constituents tell her, “We all are going to lose our jobs… including you.”
