I couldn’t care less what a grown man does in his own time, in his own clothes, on whatever corner of the internet he’s enthusiastically wandered into when everyone involved is a fully consenting adult.

Knock yourself out, mate.

It’s the screaming hypocrisy that really mashes my swede.

Kristi Noem has built a political identity around controlling, judging, and limiting the lives of other people.

Deciding what’s acceptable, what’s moral, what counts as a “proper” way for everyone to exist within her narrow world view.

And all the while, her own husband has been sitting at home exploding those rigid boundaries all over the internet.

I'm not even slightly surprised.

Anyone trying so hard to control others always seems to have a mirror image of what they're trying to control wrapped up secretly in their inner world.

Projection being what it is.

The rules controlling people try to impose on others never seem to be universal.

They're applied outwards on everyone else and rarely inward on themselves.

And then Noem asking for prayers?

I’m sorry, but you don’t get to police other people’s lives and position yourself as the wounded party when the resulting contradiction shows up right at your own front door and makes a mockery of your sanctimony.

That’s definitely not persecution.

That’s just exposure doing what it does.

I know schadenfreude isn't a good look.

I don't enjoy seeing anyone harmed.

I'm not interested in mocking or shaming Noem’s husband.

But I have found this whole Kristi Noem situation superbly funny.

Not because of what her husband was wearing or what he was doing but because she asked for prayers.

As if her whole world view has dissipated in front of her eyes.

A tiny taste of the harm she's perpetuated on others