If there's one batshit-crazy Orange County-based podcast you need to listen to ...

Nothing touches The Orange Report!

Say no to trans! Say yes to lip fillers!

So, as a general rule, I’m loathe to drawing too much attention toward area right-wing extremists trying to scratch and claw their way toward prominence and fame and social media glow and a guest spot on Megyn Kelly’s next I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter! infomercial.

Today, however, I will make an exception.

In fact, I will do more than make an exception. I will actually encourage everyone (all of you) to take some time out of your day and watch The Orange Report, a new YouTube show hosted by Kira Davis, a particularly odd and wacky MAGA conspiracy theorist who believes in oversized broaches and calling out the deep state (or is it Deep State?) agenda.

And Davis … well, she’s something twinkly. On the bright side, her linked website (justkiradavis.com) no longer works. Also on the bright side, The Orange Report averages about 18 viewers per episode—17 of those with functioning heads. Also also on the bright side, it’s pretty clear she’s as nutty as a half-eaten bag o’ Planters laced with crack flakes and MC Hammer spittle. Also also also on the bright side, she’s a failed local political extremist desperately trying to carve out a lane that doesn’t really exist. Or, as Tupac Shakur once said, “If even the Orange County GOP doesn’t want you around, you’re a fucking lunatic.”

Wait.

Let me re-start.

I was directed toward The Orange Report by a FOTOC (Friend Of Truth OC) and now I can’t get enough. It’s meandering. It’s boring. It goes on and on and on, with tangents galore and rants aplenty. It’s as watchable as a belch—and belches are, mostly, impossible to watch, for they’re invisible. Kira is one of those non-journalists who (thanks, 2026!) identifies as “journalist,” only sans the reporting or writing or editing chops. She wants to have a voice, because nowadays nearly any clown with an iPhone can have a voice.

But watching Kira Davis at work is also important, because she’s a window into the warped and broken world of the local right fringe, where everything is conspiracy chum and no one can be trusted.

So, in an effort to honor that desire, let’s take a moment to dig into what must be considered the greatest episode in Orange Report history, when Kira sits down with Madison Miner, who shares a last name with former NBA Slam Dunk champion Harold Miner and the crazed googly eyes with a starved raccoon rummaging through your tipped-over garbage pail.

In case you don’t know, Madison Miner is regionally sorta/kinda/not really famous for being elected to the Orange Unified Board of Education in 2022, but then being booted via recall two years later. Among other things, she claimed that Children’s Hospital was picking up kids at Orange-based schools and providing abortions. Her family stood with the notorious Westboro Baptist Church. She lied about her job. She hyped a pyramid scheme. Her kids attended Orange County Classical Academy, a charter school founded by the nutty Dr. Jeff Barke that offered “classical education” emphasizing Western civilization and Judeo-Christian concepts. Think Amber Smith, then subtract 30 IQ points and increase the size of the (unironically placed) cross dangling from her neck.

In short, she’s a hoot.

Or, put differently, she’s perfect OC GOP material.

But here’s what I love.

What I love, love, love, love, love.

Madison Miner is vocally against the “agenda” of LGBTQ+ everything. She thinks it’s gross. She thinks it’s wrong. She thinks it’s mutilating people. We are all created in God’s image, folks like Madison Miner will tell you, and God makes no mistakes. God loves us. As we are. Created in His image.

Now, take a moment and look at the podcast episode.

Look closely …

Girl …

Girl …

What the hell?

To be clear, one can do whatever they want to their face. To their eyes. To their nose. To their skin. If you want Botox, go for it. If you have fillers, go for it. KISS Army forehead tattoo? Branded fraternity letters? Calf implants? Have fun. Not my business, not my problem. Do you and feel wonderful about yourself.

But how can one stand as a moral authority on what others should/should not to do their bodies—when you are paying hundreds of dollars to inject hyaluronic acid into your skin? Like, who are you to judge … anyone? Ever? At any juncture?

But the lack of grasping base-level irony isn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part is the certainty with which these people speak. Kira Davis (who, cough, posted this AI-generated image and never removed it) and Madison Miner are absolutists. They are right. You are wrong. Donald Trump is amazing. Those opposing Donald Trump are dumb. Actually, worse than dumb. Davis and Miner and their peeps treat opponents as wicked, sinister entities who shouldn’t even have a place at the discussion table. So what if Donald Trump (repeat after me) cheated on wife 1 with wife 2, wife 2 with wife 3, wife 3 with a porn star he paid off in hush money? So what if he bragged about grabbing women by the pussies and mocked POWs for “being captured”? So what if Trump has said everything is rigged against him—from the Emmy Awards vs. “The Apprentice” to Barack Obama’s birth certificate to the 2016 election he actually won? So what if his defense secretary is a Christian nationalistic alcoholic womanizer and his FBI head flew (on your dime) to party with the U.S. hockey team? So what if everything going down in Iran is the exact opposite of what was promised? So what if gas is $765 per gallon? So what if the White House is doing everything to hide the contents of the Epstein Files (If you don’t think Donald Trump fondled at least one teenager, you haven’t been paying attention).

So fucking what?

To people like Kira and Madison, this isn’t about right v. wrong or consistent v. inconsistent. Instead, it’s about … mattering. Being heard. Having a voice. You’re home alone. Your kids have outgrown you. You’re bored in Orange County—a tough place to be bored. You can only stroll the Irvine Spectrum so many times. So you start jumping on The Facebook (as my mom calls it), seeing your fellow Stepfords complain about sexual books and masked teachers and gay Disney characters infiltrating the sacred institution that is Halloween. You start DMing with other Stepfords, and they introduce you to more Stepfords, who introduce you to more Stepfords, and all the Stepfords feed your Stepford sense of alarm. Even better, there’s a Stepford4Trump Zoom tomorrow night! We’ll talk about it all! The loss of control! The destruction of values! Once upon a time, a high school girl could lose her virginity in the back seat of the quarterback’s Buick and walk away with head held high. Now, with all the swiping left and Hinging right and queer straight boogaloo trans alliances, nothing feels sacred. Why, two nights ago you caught your son staring longingly at a Jonas Brothers poster! Hell, his gaze was focused upon Kevin. Kevin!

This isn’t right! Any of it!

So you join the brigade, and before you know it you’re running a podcast 18 people watch! Or you’re a guest on a podcast 18 people watch! And your injected lips are the size of baby seals! And some of the other mothers sitting outside the Whole Foods recognize you! And smile! And whisper, “You go, girl!” Or, at the very least, “Where did you buy that pigeon broach?”

You are a right-wing Orange County superstar, and now even the lib blogger knows your name.

You’ve made it.

You’re royalty.