Ben Sasse, the Trump-critic-turned-University-of-Florida-flunky-turned-cancer-patient, has finally found a worthy opponent: his own pancreas. In a stunning turn of events, the former Republican senator announced he’s been diagnosed with “metastasized, stage 4 pancreatic cancer, and am gonna die.” Gasp! Could this be karma for voting to convict President Trump? Or just another example of the left-wing medical establishment’s finest work?
Well, well, well. If it isn’t Ben Sasse, the man who spent more time virtue-signaling against Trump than actually helping Nebraskans. Now he’s whining about his “death sentence” on X, claiming it’s “nasty stuff” and that “we’re all on the clock.” Spare us the melodrama, Ben. We’ve all been on death row since birth—except you’ve been busy trying to get Trump executed for the crime of winning.
Remember when Sasse was busy playing Senate snitch during Trump’s second impeachment, only to get booted from his cushy Florida university job for being too busy with his family? Classic. Now he’s trying to play the cancer card to get sympathy points. “Oh, the poor guy has pancreatic cancer!” But let’s be real—this is the same guy who spent years trying to destroy the most successful president in modern history. Maybe if he’d spent less time with the Never-Trumpers and more time eating kale, he wouldn’t be facing the Grim Reaper quite so soon.
And what’s this about “gallows humor” and running through “the irreverent tape”? Sounds like Sasse is trying to go out like he lived: annoying, self-righteous, and completely out of touch. Maybe he should’ve taken a page from Trump’s playbook: stay healthy, stay rich, and never apologize.
But hey, maybe this is a blessing in disguise. With Sasse out of the picture, we won’t have to hear his whiny lectures about democracy and norms anymore. And who knows? Maybe his deathbed conversion to “fighting” will finally make him relevant again—though probably not.
Rest in pieces, Ben. You had a good run, but in the end, even your pancreas couldn’t handle your nonsense.
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Former remote-throwing champion turned #1 couch commentator on liberal panic in the media. Born in Texas (or so his mug says), he earned a degree in Fake Newsology & Beer Philosophy from YouTube University.
