Happy Wednesday, unless you’re Whoopi Goldberg, who recently experienced a meltdown so epic it deserves its own Lifetime movie. The trigger? A brutal roast by Greg Gutfeld, exposing the hypocrisy and hollowness of “The View” and its hosts.

“The View,” once envisioned as a platform for spirited debate, has devolved into a group chat with malfunctioning Siri devices arguing over sanctimony. Leading this mess is Whoopi, who believes shouting her feelings over facts makes her the voice of the people.

The trouble began when Whoopi compared the Trump administration to the Taliban, sparking outrage and ridicule. Gutfeld, armed with his signature smug grin and a cannon of satire, decided he’d had enough. He unleashed a takedown so savage it echoed across network boundaries, leaving Whoopi emotionally unstable.

This wasn’t just any roast. Gutfeld surgically dismantled Whoopi’s talking points, exposing the Swiss cheese logic behind her rants. Instead of engaging in a rational rebuttal, Whoopi did what she does best: flail, reaching for the invisible oppression card like a magician pulling out a dove that screams, “How dare you!”

The breakdown wasn’t a moment of vulnerability; it was performance art. “The View” has become a petri dish of ideological conformity, where intellectual diversity goes to die a slow, caffeinated death. The hosts pretend to debate but mostly nod like bobbleheads trying not to chip their veneers.

Whoopi, the undisputed queen of the smug parade, delivers half-baked hot takes with the conviction of someone who skimmed a headline two weeks ago and now considers herself a scholar. Their brains are small, and when someone dares to interrupt, they’re shouted down, gaslighted, or politely escorted into obscurity. It’s less a talk show and more a live-action reenactment of a Twitter mob.

Gutfeld’s truth grenades exposed the self-righteousness on “The View,” so thick it’s practically a sixth co-host. Whoopi, caught mid-monologue, looked like she’d accidentally walked into a logic seminar. Her reaction: pure gold. First came the stare, then the sigh, and finally, the breakdown—a flurry of pseudo-intellectual ramblings and emotional interpretive dance.

The true sign of the apocalypse is someone that dumb has a law degree. Worse, if your name has the word sun in it, there’s no excuse for not knowing how an eclipse works. But it’s no surprise that Joy is the one who understands science. She’s been on the science diet for years.

Gutfeld didn’t just humiliate Whoopi; he revealed how hollow the entire setup really is. His commentary, often dripping with satire, cut through the self-important fog that hangs over “The View” like a bad smell. While Whoopi scrambled for a comeback, her co-hosts nodded in unison, performing the ceremonial circle the wagons maneuver.

They framed Gutfeld’s takedown not as a critique but as an attack on all women, all hosts, and presumably all people who’ve ever owned a coffee mug. Nobody outside that studio was buying it. The internet lit up like a Christmas tree run by a Red Bull-addicted elf. Whoopi’s meltdown was instantly dissected, remixed, and played in slow motion with dramatic violins.

This wasn’t a one-time thing. This was just the latest in a long line of Whoopi moments when her arrogance collides headfirst with actual pushback. Each time it happens, she acts as if it’s the first time someone’s disagreed with her since 1993. It’s almost impressive to be so persistently wrong while remaining so confidently loud about it.

“The View” has mastered the art of being proudly uninformed. It’s like watching a book club where no one reads the book but everyone has an opinion about the cover. Gutfeld didn’t even insult her personally; he challenged her ideas. But in the magical kingdom of Whoopi, challenging her opinions is tantamount to blasphemy.

Why bother engaging in thoughtful debate when you can collapse into a heap of melodrama and claim the moral high ground? Whoopi claims Biden’s loose bowels shouldn’t make voters throw in the towels. Goldberg’s rational so weak. She doesn’t care if Biden can’t speak.

Meanwhile, Gutfeld walked away from the encounter like someone who just won an argument with a GPS system. He didn’t gloat, he didn’t double down, he just shrugged, cracked another joke, and went back to whatever vampire lair he sleeps in when he’s not dismantling televised hypocrisy.

That’s what made the humiliation sting even more. Whoopi brought emotional fireworks to a logic fight, and she lost badly. While she tried to rewrite reality with facial expressions and emotional appeals, Gutfeld stayed grounded in common sense.

By the end of the segment, Whoopi was a shell of her former smugness. Her confidence had vanished, replaced with a haunted look that suggested she might actually have to rethink something—tragic, really. But don’t worry. By the next episode, she was back in full form. Any hint of introspection had been replaced by righteous indignation and a carefully curated rant about how people who disagree with her are morally bankrupt.

That’s how “The View” survives: not by learning, not by growing, but by circling the same emotional drain and calling it discourse. The moral of this melodrama? Even the most self-important voices can’t withstand the lightest breeze of actual critique.

Gutfeld’s secret weapon: laughter. Not the forced studio audience haha, we agree with your politics laughter. Actual involuntary snort out your nose laughter. He doesn’t need five co-hosts nodding like dashboard bobbleheads to validate his opinions. He dismantles hypocrisy with one-liners sharper than Joy Behar’s haircut.

Humor makes truth digestible, even when it’s brutal. Meanwhile, “The View” treats every disagreement like it’s a personal attack on their existence. They’re not here for conversation; they’re here for a claptor—that smug mix of clapping and self-congratulation that happens when someone says something brave like “I don’t like Trump.”

Gutfeld welcomes the tension. He mocks both sides when necessary. He knows that the line between comedy and commentary is where real influence lies. That’s why his audience is growing, while “The View’s” viewers are aging out like expired yogurt.

Younger audiences don’t want lectures; they want sarcasm with a side of truth.

In the end, Whoopi’s meltdown was a comedy of errors, a reminder that even the most self-important voices can be brought down by a well-placed joke and a dose of reality. While Whoopi is out here delivering emotional Ted talks with the intensity of someone who just discovered Wikipedia, Greg Gutfeld is busy doing something outrageous like telling jokes. Imagine that! Humor in political commentary. Revolutionary.