The lights were barely flickering in the Capitol hallways when Democrats decided — again — that the real threat to America isn’t the border, the debt, or the fact that grocery bills look like car payments. No, the existential crisis keeping them up at night is the guy sitting in the Oval Office. The one voters put there. Twice.

Jamie Raskin — New York’s favorite constitutional cosplayer — has dusted off his dog-eared copy of the 25th Amendment and is shopping around a bill to create a 17-member commission that would evaluate whether President Trump is mentally and physically fit for office. A 17-member panel. To examine one man. That’s not governance, that’s a taxpayer-funded therapy session for people who still can’t process Election Night.

The Plan That Was Dead Before It Arrived

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: this bill has the survival odds of a snowball on a Texas highway. Republicans control Congress. Trump has veto power. And any action under Section 4 of the 25th Amendment would require Vice President J.D. Vance to go along with it — which is about as likely as Raskin getting a Christmas card from Mar-a-Lago.

But Raskin doesn’t care about passing legislation. He cares about performing it. This is the same man who admits he already tried this stunt in 2017 and again in 2020. Third time’s the charm, right? Or maybe it’s just the third verse of the same tired song.

The RNC Research account put it perfectly, noting that “Democrats are only focused on stopping President Trump, not helping the American people.”

The bill has 50 Democratic co-sponsors. Fifty grown adults who looked at inflation, fentanyl deaths, and a world on fire and said, “You know what we should spend our time on? A presidential fitness test nobody asked for.”

Raskin’s Greatest Hits

Raskin released a press statement that read like a constitutional fever dream. He wrote:

“The Constitution explicitly vests Congress with the authority to create a body that will guarantee the successful continuity of government by responding to presidential incapacity to discharge the powers and duties of office.”

He then escalated, claiming:

“Public trust in Donald Trump’s ability to meet the duties of his office has dropped to unprecedented lows as he threatens to destroy entire civilizations, unleashes chaos in the Middle East while violating Congressional war powers, aggressively insults the Pope of the Catholic Church and sends out artistic renderings online likening himself to Jesus Christ.”

Translation: Trump is being Trump, and it’s making Jamie uncomfortable.

Raskin also insisted “we are at a dangerous precipice” and called it “a matter of national security” for Congress to act. You know what’s actually a dangerous precipice? Having a Congress so consumed by opposition theater that it can’t pass a budget without a government shutdown every fiscal quarter.

The White House Fires Back

The White House didn’t mince words. Spokesperson Davis Ingle called Raskin “a stupid person’s idea of a smart person” — a line so devastating it should come with a burn unit referral.

Ingle added:

“President Trump’s sharpness, unmatched energy, and historic accessibility stand in stark contrast to what we saw during the past four years when Democrats like Raskin intentionally covered up Joe Biden’s serious mental and physical decline from the American people.”

And there’s the inconvenient truth Democrats keep tripping over. These are the same people who spent four years insisting Joe Biden was sharp as a tack while the man wandered off stage like he was looking for the early bird special. They didn’t want a 25th Amendment commission then. Funny how that works.

Where This Is Really Going

This bill isn’t going to committee. It’s not going to the floor. It’s going straight to a fundraising email near you. Every single one of those 50 co-sponsors will blast this to their donor lists by Friday: “We tried to save democracy — chip in $25 to help us keep fighting.”

That’s the play. It’s always the play. Democrats don’t want to remove Trump. They want to campaign against him — forever, if possible — because they’ve got nothing else on the shelf.

Trump didn’t tiptoe around Iran, he didn’t tiptoe around the Pope, and he certainly isn’t going to tiptoe around Jamie Raskin’s legislative fan fiction. The man governs like he campaigns: loud, unapologetic, and completely allergic to the D.C. playbook.

Fifty Democrats, one dead-on-arrival bill, and zero solutions for the American people. If that doesn’t tell you everything about the modern Democratic Party, nothing will.