Tucker Carlson's Interview With Conor McGregor

Pugilist Pummels Reality

There’s nothing quite like watching a man who made his fortune getting punched in the head try his hand at political commentary on Good Friday, Conor McGregor—the UFC’s most famous export since cauliflower ear—sat down with Tucker Carlson, a man whose relationship with facts is more suspect than McGregor’s pre-fight training regimen.

What followed was an hour of rambling political grievances, conspiracy-laden doom-mongering, xenophobic dog whistles and the kind of nationalist fervour usually reserved for drunk uncles singing IRA songs at a West Cork wedding. McGregor, dressed like a cross between a character from The Quiet Man and a Dublin hipster who shops exclusively at vintage tweed warehouses. McGregor presented himself as the saviour of Ireland. His enemy? A shadowy cabal of globalists, traitorous politicians, a complicit media and—presumably—anyone who doesn’t own at least three flat caps and dresses like someone from Peaky Blinders.

McGregor’s flawed rhetoric was a greatest-hit…