“Greg Gutfeld Unleashes: Savage Roasts, DNC Meltdown, and the Night The View Was Eaten Alive”

Last night’s episode of Greg Gutfeld’s show wasn’t just another comedy monologue—it was a full-blown, no-mercy, take-no-prisoners roast of the Democratic Party, The View, and everything in between. If you missed it, you missed one of the most explosive, jaw-dropping, and downright savage opening segments Fox News has aired in months. Gutfeld didn’t just bring the jokes—he brought a flamethrower.

The night started with a thunderous crowd, but it was Gutfeld’s opening line that set the tone: “The New York Times is reporting that the Democratic Party is in deep financial trouble. Times are so tough J.B. Pritzker is selling shade under his ass.” The audience erupted, but Gutfeld was just warming up. He tore through the DNC’s woes with the kind of ruthless punchlines that would make even late-night legends blush. “Hillary Clinton is announcing you can now put murderers on layaway. Barack Obama is only eating domestic dogs. Poor guy had to sell his childhood home in Kenya.” No one was safe, and the crowd was loving every second.

But the real carnage began when Gutfeld set his sights on The View. With the 50th anniversary of Jaws as his backdrop, he delivered the line that detonated across social media: “If you want to see a 1,500-pound eating machine, you have to watch The View.” The audience howled. He zeroed in on Whoopi Goldberg, mocking her recent comments comparing life in the U.S. to Iran, and fired back with a stinger: “Well in that case, lady, from now on please cover your face.”

No sacred cows. No holding back. Monica Lewinsky, Bill Clinton, Kamala Harris—everyone got scorched. “A new study suggests cognitive function can be impaired directly after watching porn. I didn’t know Kamala had a sex addiction. Call me.” Gutfeld’s brand of comedy is nuclear, and last night he was dropping bombs left and right.

But beneath the laughter, there was a razor-sharp critique of the Democratic Party’s current state—a party, Gutfeld claims, that’s so bankrupt of both cash and courage that it’s ready to “post feet pics on Instagram” for donations. He mocked the centrist Democrat women recently profiled in The Washington Post, calling their “mom energy” and “group chat chemistry” a thin veneer for the party’s lack of substance. “In this journalistic stroke job, not a single policy position was mentioned—which is weird. That’s like doing a profile on me and not mentioning my many bodybuilding awards.”

Gutfeld didn’t stop at the party’s empty rhetoric. He tore into the toxic culture of appeasement, the “fake empowerment” and cowardice that, in his view, has paralyzed the Democrats. “They substitute substance with nicknames. The Mob Squad. The Bad Ass Caucus. It’s fake empowerment meant to disguise a lack of bravery.” He dared the so-called centrists to answer the simplest question in politics today: Define a woman. “It’s a three-word answer: Not a man. Pass that quiz and you may proceed to taxes, China, and potholes. Because if you can’t handle biology, why should we trust you with anything else?”

The panel discussion that followed was a masterclass in unsparing commentary. Dr. Drew slammed the “toxic empathy” that enables drug addiction and paralyzes progressive cities. Michael Malice ridiculed the Democrats’ refusal to take stands, describing the party as “a collection of appeasement signals where one group must submit to the other.” Kat Timpf eviscerated the party’s spending priorities, reminding viewers that while donations have dried up, the DNC is still splurging on Kamala’s podcast sets and giving raises to party leaders.

Then Tyrus, never one to pull punches, delivered the night’s most brutal assessment: “They have no stars, they have no truth, they have nothing that you will fall behind… This is what happens when the party is over, the lights are on, and now the side part makes so much more sense. They have no stars, they have no truth, they have nothing that you will fall behind because you can be less attractive and be funny… but across the board, they are just unattractive.” The audience roared, the panel laughed, and the message was clear: the Democrats are out of ideas, out of money, and out of time.

But Gutfeld’s show wasn’t just a roast—it was a warning. He called out the Democrats’ fear of their own base, the way “the loudest members of the party are usually white women,” desperate to avoid being targeted for not being woke enough. He compared the party’s virtue signaling to “kneeling in those post-Floyd photo ops—a collective action of masochism masquerading as virtue.” And he hammered home the point that true empathy means protecting the vulnerable, not caving to the loudest activists.

In one relentless, hilarious, and unflinching hour, Greg Gutfeld didn’t just make his audience laugh—he ripped the mask off the Democratic Party’s empty theatrics and exposed the raw panic underneath. The View, the DNC, and every self-styled centrist in “mom energy” group chats got torched. And as the audience cheered, it was clear: this was more than comedy. It was a reckoning.

If you missed last night’s Gutfeld, you missed the most savage political roast of the year. The Democrats may be broke, but after that show, their credibility is bankrupt too.