National Review’s Charles C.W. Cooke is nothing if not an entertaining writer. His insightful commentary is must-read stuff, and that is apparently no less true when it’s completely satire. We wrote seriously about Joe Biden’s vulgar insult of Fox News reporter Peter Doocy Tuesday. Cooke has way more fun with it.

I still haven’t stopped shaking after [Monday] night’s attack. Standing at the White House podium, the president of the United States — the most powerful man in the world — launched a violent incursion against my friend Peter Doocy, the finest reporter in history. Doocy is a true professional — as good as they get. He is my brother, my friend, my colleague, my inspiration, my valentine, my muse. He is a light shining in the darkness, a petal of truth beneath a gloomy cloud of power, a luscious wave that breaks exquisitely onto the shore. Peter didn’t deserve to be called a “stupid son of a bitch.” Nobody in the media does. America is better than this. 👏 This. 👏 Is. 👏 Not. 👏 Normal.

He jokes about having to explain to his “eight-year-old daughter, Chrysanthemum,” why Biden would ever say such a thing. Part of that exchange has to do with her removing her gas mask and speaking from “her hyperbaric chamber.” He continues:

On the statue I helped removed from New York’s City Hall, there is a quote from the slaveowner Thomas Jefferson that has resonated with me ever since it became convenient to my side at 10 a.m. today: “Our liberty cannot be guarded but by the freedom of the press, nor that be limited without danger of losing it.” Just think about that. Let it sink in. RT if you agree. Our liberty is at stake here.

DontBrowbeatMyPete 🙏

Because no political commentary these days seems to be complete without the obligatory Hitler reference, that’s exactly where Cooke concludes:

I have studied the rise of Adolf Hitler. I know better than most how this happens. The first thing Hitler did after he came to power was call reporters “stupid sons of bitches” when they asked him about inflation. Twelve years later, the world was in ruins. We are closer than you think to that happening again. First, they came for Philip Wegmann. Then they came for Jacqui Heinrich. Now, with the defilement of Peter Doocy — peace be upon him — I fear we are running out of time. We must be brave. For Peter. For America. For the future.

Read the whole thing here.