November 2, 2025 by Jann Scott
If you pick a fight with Donald J. Trump, pack a body bag. He doesn’t slap back—he obliterates. Just ask Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Kimmell, and now Seth Meyers, the latest casualties in Trump’s one-man demolition derby.
I watched Colbert smirk about Trump’s “crowd sizes” while he got thrown off the air. Trump? One Truth Social post—“boring,” “no talent,” “ratings in the toilet.” Boom.  Corbert’s comeback was a lecture on “civility.” Civility doesn’t save sinking ships, Then Kimmell mocked Trump’s McDonald’s runs. Trump dropped a photo of Kimmel’s designer shoes next to a Happy Meal, captioned “Jimmy’s real prize.” The internet lost its mind. Kimmell cried “bully” on air. Buddy, Trump’s playing WWE; you brought a pool noodle.
Now Set Meyers, bland as unsalted crackers, tried a “small hands” jab. Trump countered with a supercut of Meyers bombing jokes, set to circus music. Meyers’ ratings? Cratered. His show’s now appointment viewing for insomniacs and their cats.
Listen up, late-night lightweights: I’ve seen Trump turn punchlines into punch-outs. He doesn’t debate—he devastates. Keep poking the bear, and you’ll be the joke nobody laughs at. Me? I’ll stay in my lane, cracking wise without waking the beast. Smart hosts survive. Dumb ones get Trumped.