"Why’s Eric Swalwell yelling so loud about Kash Patel?
Because the only thing barking louder than his speeches is his conscience after that Fang Fang fiasco!"
This is Eric Swalwell unfiltered—part prosecutor, part preacher—sounding the alarm on Patel’s FBI gig like it’s the final straw in Trump’s authoritarian playbook. It’s vintage Swalwell: loud, combative, and leaning hard into his base’s anxieties.
He’s right that the Senate’s 51-49 vote shows GOP lockstep with Trump, but his apocalyptic leaps—mass arrests, a dissolved Congress—feel more like red meat for his X followers than a measured take.
The real juice is in his fight-back plan: courts, states, budget hardball. It’s scrappy and doable, especially from a California perch. But Swalwell’s not just rallying—he’s warning that if Patel’s the attack dog he fears, democracy’s in the crosshairs. We’ll see if he’s crying wolf or calling the shot.
For now, he’s got his district’s ear—and he’s not letting go.
