Brandon Gill Says You’re Uncivilized—But Trump Eats Pizza With His Hands Like a Rabid Raccoon
🍔🧼 Let’s talk about the pearl-clutching, white-gloved hypocrisy of Congressman Brandon Gill—a man whose biggest policy contribution so far is whining about how people eat food. According to Gill, “civilized people in America don’t eat like this,” and anyone who dares to use their hands should “go back to the Third World.” Sir, be serious. By that logic, he just deported every toddler, every Texan at a brisket joint, and roughly 99.9% of Americans during Super Bowl weekend.
And let’s not forget the apex predator of American finger food: Donald J. Trump. The man eats pizza like it’s a crime scene, devours KFC from the bucket with the glee of a gremlin, and once hosted an official White House dinner featuring a Mount Rushmore of Big Macs. He handles Filet-O-Fish the way raccoons handle garbage—frantically, proudly, and with zero shame. So if “using your hands” disqualifies you from civilization, someone tell Brandon his golden god is a caveman in a golf cart.
But of course, this was never about hygiene or etiquette. This was a culture war flare, launched with the precision of a dog whistle fired from a cannon. The photo Gill posted showed Zohran Mamdani, a rising political voice, eating a South Asian meal with his hands—a practice rooted in centuries of tradition and mindfulness. Gill didn’t see food. He saw a threat to his narrative. And he tried to smear it with xenophobia disguised as sophistication.
That wasn’t a critique of dining habits. It was a hit job on identity. Mamdani is everything the GOP fears: young, brilliant, unapologetically leftist, and unafraid to challenge their tired talking points. So they didn’t debate his policies—they attacked his lunch. It’s Mamdani Derangement Syndrome, the latest MAGA mutation of rage addiction, where optics matter more than outcomes and cultural ignorance is wielded like a weapon.
Let’s put this bluntly: eating with your hands predates forks by thousands of years. It’s practiced in dozens of countries and cultures—India, Ethiopia, the Middle East, Southeast Asia—by billions of people with more grace than Brandon Gill could muster at a cocktail shrimp buffet. What the right calls “uncivilized,” the rest of the world calls dinner. What they dismiss as “primitive” is actually sacred, intentional, and clean. Meanwhile, they worship a man who wipes his mouth with executive privilege.
And it’s not just the racism—it’s the cowardice. Republicans can’t win on healthcare, wages, housing, or democracy. So instead they launch Instagram-level attacks on tradition and try to frame cultural normalcy as radicalism. But their desperation is showing. Loudly. Because when your entire worldview collapses at the sight of naan and chickpeas, you’re not a public servant—you’re a panic button in a flag pin.
Trump’s dinner table antics didn’t just normalize fast food—they glorified it. Remember the McDonald’s banquet he threw for college athletes? The one he called “very American”? That wasn’t policy—it was performance. It was the ultimate declaration that mediocrity, as long as it’s covered in cheese, counts as patriotism. And now they want to turn around and police manners? Please.
Here’s a tip, Brandon: don’t lecture anyone about civilization while stanning a man who thinks Diet Coke is a food group. Don’t scold immigrants for their traditions when your party just tried to reclassify empathy as Marxism. And don’t pretend you’re the standard bearer of refinement when your movement worships a man who hawks Bible NFTs and confuses Hannibal Lecter with a founding father.
You want to talk about what’s truly uncivilized? It’s launching drone strikes on hospitals. It’s caging children and calling it policy. It’s ignoring gun violence while banning books about it. It’s letting billionaires dodge taxes while punishing people for eating with their hands. That’s barbarism in a Brooks Brothers suit. And it’s the heart of the MAGA ethos—cruelty first, logic never.
So let Trump keep slathering ketchup on his steak. Let Gill scream about dinner like it’s a national security threat. The rest of us? We’re over here reclaiming dignity, building coalitions, and eating however the hell we please. Fork or no fork, we’re civilized enough to know racism when we taste it—and we’re not swallowing it anymore.
The future doesn’t belong to the frightened. It belongs to the fearless. And it belongs to everyone with the courage to unlearn whitewashed standards of “politeness” and stand proudly in their own history. Because in the end, it’s not about how you eat—it’s about how you lead. And Brandon Gill just served us another reason to never, ever follow.
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