The Pencil-Necked Irish Import Who Thinks He Runs America’s Borders

Let’s cut the crap: Niall Stanage isn’t a journalist. He’s a smug, Belfast-born activist who snuck into the White House press corps with a press pass and an agenda thicker than his penciled-in neck. If you read our last article, you'd know, that on January 15, 2026, Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt finally said what everyone’s been thinking—she nuked him live on camera, calling him a “left-wing hack,” a “biased reporter,” and straight-up “not a reporter” but “an activist posing as a journalist.” The room gasped. Conservatives cheered. And Stanage just sat there stammering like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar: “What do you want me to do?”

Here’s what we want, Niall: stop turning the briefing room into your personal protest stage. Stop declaring ICE agents “acted recklessly and killed [Renee Good] unjustifiably” like you’re the judge, jury, and executioner. Stop rattling off cherry-picked stats—32 deaths in custody, 170 U.S. citizens detained—while conveniently ignoring the crimes committed by the illegals ICE is actually trying to remove. You’re not asking questions. You’re grandstanding. And Leavitt called your bluff in front of the entire country.

From Obama Fan Fiction to Anti-ICE Propaganda

This isn’t new. Stanage has been at this politico hack lefty game for years. Back in the day he wrote a whole ass book called Redemption Song: An Irish Reporter Inside the Obama Campaign—sounds less like journalism and more like a fanboy "we're not worthy" diary entry set to one of those old irrelevant Puff Daddy skating rink tracks from the 90s. He worshipped at the altar of Obama's hollow promises of hope and change, then moved on to The Hill where he pretends to write neutral “The Memo” columns while his X feed reads like it's something straight out of Pelosi's greatest-hits of leftist talking points and straight up filth-nasty filibustering.

Scroll his timeline and it’s non-stop: amplifying polls that say the ICE shooting was “inappropriate,” defending Minneapolis street protests as a “good thing for democracy” after a woman got shot in the head, sharing videos of masked agents to make ICE look like stormtroopers, boosting AOC rants about “assassinations in the street”, shading Trump over Greenland, and hyping Fed Chair Powell standing up to “intimidation.” Balance? Zero. It sounds more pro-China than it does pro-America if you ask me. And being as how he's resided in this country long enough now, you'd think that he would owe We The People fair and honest reporting in the very least. His perspective from the American side of the border? Nowhere to be found. I'm just going to ahead and make my own assumptions that he's got his head so far up China's ass that it makes me, and probably any US War Veteran, sick.

And let’s not forget: this guy isn’t even American. Born in Belfast in 1974, raised in a nominally Protestant but secular family that leaned more Irish than British. He went to Oxford, edited a magazine in Dublin. Then somehow, he miraculously parachuted his sorry ass straight into the U.S. in 2003 like he was enlisted to lecture us on our own country, and how we should run our own business, and how we should handle our own national affairs. He spent his early career writing Guardian pieces about British “espionage, double dealing and dirty tricks” in Northern Ireland—positioning himself as the anti-establishment truth-teller. Yet, it's starting to look like it's actually a manifesto on how he operates, but I'm just spitballing here. Now he’s embedded in D.C. like a nasty PC virus that needs removal, and fast. For two decades, he's been either heckling administrations from the podium like some low-rent foreign correspondent with a grudge, or he's been blowing anyone in politics that aligns with his anti-American foreign ideologies. Cray-cray, isn't it?

Pencil-Necked, Smug, and Overstaying His Welcome

Look at that guy. Thin as a rail, newt like a lizard, bobble head lookin' ass, neck all skinny and annoying. In my own honest and heavily biased opinion, he’s the very visual definition of “I diddle myself to the thought of asking Karoline Leavitt stupid ass questions”. He all struts into the briefing room like he’s hot s*it, only to get absolutely silenced by authority as soon as they bark back. Let's look at this from a realistic angle, Leavitt didn’t just embarrass this jerk—she completely exposed him. And believe me when I say that the internet hasn’t dared to let up ever since: MFs on X are calling him a “long-time left-wing hack,” an “apologist for IRA terrorism” from his old Irish days, and the ultimate outsider: “He’s not even American.”

So here’s the skinny on the old pickle: Niall Stanage is the Belfast Busboy, the Irish Interloper, the pencil-necked propaganda peddler, the silly little twit who got slapped down by the US Press Secretary, the nitwit who ever-so strategically turned “The Memo” into post-it note memos for the radical left. Let's be honest here, Stanage's not in this business to do journalism—he’s in this business to agitate the do-gooders from a taxpayer-subsidized seat in the Brady briefing room. He’s just a dick who moved here in 2003, decided he knows better than all the voters and officials, and has spent every day since his arrival to our awesome country lecturing us like we’re just some kind of punk ass b*tch compared to him. Well, I've had enough of punks like this sludging up the politico world here in the United States.

Here's what's gonna happen, Niall. You're gonna stick to writing all your Obama worshipping love letters, because if I see you in the Brady room acting like you got no sense about you ever again, I will slap the living dog s*it out your maggot ass. Do you understand? America ain't playing your s*it anymore, b*tch boy. Don't you ever come up in my house and start talking s*it about the United States, nor any of their Federal Workers. I promise you, I will not turn a blind eye to any of your traitorous activities, and you will not be a happy camper by the time I'm done with you. Listen here, you balding little b*tch boy, the White House briefing room isn’t your personal soapbox to sit here and condemn federal workers that are charged with cleaning up the entire mess of corruption that your insanely insatiable alleged child-murdering scumbag best friend Obama and friends all left behind, and thanks to Karoline Leavitt, now the whole country knows how you're an Obama boot licking cuck. Take the L, little man. Pack up all your smugness, and get TF out of the way for an actual reporter, preferably one who was born in the United States and isn't a complete Obama-era cocksucking champion bending over for China. America’s got real work to do, set your sorry ass aside, Belfast boy.