Yesterday afternoon, right after Trump announced he planned to nominate Matt Gaetz as Attorney General, my phone rang endlessly, as yours probably did too.

One particularly funny friend in DC, who I will refrain from naming because sometimes he tells me important things in confidence, asked “So, how old are your kids now?” “21” I replied. “Oh, good,” he said, “So they, too, are qualified to serve as Attorney General.”

Of course it’s funny precisely because it isn’t.

I belong, by accident, to a group chat of right-wing guys, mercenaries who operate in the Middle East. A source added me by mistake, and for probably a year now, I’ve sat on it quietly, eavesdropping, hoping no one notices me. Mostly the conversation is predictable (Iran must be destroyed; long live Tucker and Trump; Tulsi is fabulous…) BUT even this group was thrown into disarray by the news: “Matt Gates (sic) as Attorney General? All right I think That’s retarded,” somebody wrote. (I’m guessing from his language and spelling this is not a person who goes in for pronouns).

I was almost tempted to blow my cover and post a thumbs-up. But self-preservation kicked in. I didn’t.

Which brings me the point I want to make today: as I see it, my job is to lurk on group chats that I belong to by mistake.

Read on at Vicky Ward Investigates