For Donald Trump’s birthday, we hail our supreme leader—hosting bum fights on his front lawn for sexy troops and a celebrity row full of wrestlers, boxers and politicians—literally TKO and Trump employees. UFC 250 was a mandatory after-work mixer. No OT. Smile for social media and turn your comments off later.
A tree falling in the woods.
The world celebrated the Knicks winning their first NBA championship in 53 years, and Sunday night, cock fights at Trump’s crib, behind a paywall—a fart in a hurricane. UFC 250 more “in a haystack” than moving the thing.
Last birthday, a military parade with less fanfare than your local town’s most recent St. Patrick’s Day parade. UFC 250 was supposed to echo through hallways Monday morning. Families saving the newspaper covers to document the day in history.
UFC 250 didn’t dent the algorithm. Military recruiters distributing flyers on a military base.
One fighter, Josh Hokit, threw a Hail Mary to extend his zero seconds to 15 minutes.
The undefeated rising star kept the loss column empty with a second-round KO over Derrick Lewis. Dope.
Then he said some corny shit, shouting, “Michelle Obama is a man. Am I right, America?”
The Michelle Obama man jokes haven’t crossed the endzone once. 3rd-grade back-of-the-bus level comedy. These baboons sent Ashli Babbitt to the afterlife shadowboxing a hallucination, fighting the “communists”—or whoever their chosen boogeymen are—to protect their right to scream poopoo peepee without the teacher sending them to in-school suspension.
Tony Hinchcliffe hasn’t told a joke yet, and they’ve crowned him.
Josh Hokit is like, a decade too late for “Michelle is a man” to move the needle.
I know some get pressed. I get it. It’s racist. Life sucks and a neanderthal is doing a racism live on air.
Folks call Melania Trump all forms of sex worker—and although those people are far closer to the truth than the Obama weirdos—it’s never been about who is actually a man and who was a mail order bride.
It’s people getting their frustrations off at administrators whose policies they dislike. We go to work and come home and suddenly it’s more expensive to go to work and come home and you’re one illness away from losing all of it. We see the woman standing next to the president, grinning while we drown, and we get our shit off. So it goes.
Hokit is by no means the first UFC fighter using mic time to say flagrant, careless bullshit to attract attention.
UFC gremlin post-fight bootlicking seshes are done to death. Faux-pas.
They all want to kiss Trump on the mouth. We get it.
Already erasing Josh Hokit’s name from my memory. Good luck to him when he inevitably wants sympathy when Dana White makes a future check disappear.
Congratulations to Donald Trump, I guess.
UFC 250 was a far better birthday gift than that ED parade last year. He got a standing ovation from mega famous celebrities like Roman Reigns and [squints] …vice president jd vance…
Not sure what UFC got out of this, except more negative press.
Dana white immediately condemned Hokit’s comments—telling me Dana wanted this to be a legitimizing night. His company put on a huge, expensive fight card on the White House lawn. They are etched in history.
Andddd it didn’t touch the culture, only the racist comments of a pick-me bubbling to the service to throw more dirt on UFC and reinforce all the preconceived notions keeping newcomers at arm’s length.
Dana White basically just purchased Donald Trump a super expensive birthday gift, benefiting no one but Trump.
At this pace, Jai alai will become the biggest sport in America before MMA does.
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