đ¨ BREAKING: Former CIA Chief Calls to Remove Trump as War Tensions Explode
đ¨ BREAKING: Former CIA Chief Calls to Remove Trump as War Tensions Explode
A political firestorm is erupting in Washington tonightâŚ
Former CIA Director John Brennan is now openly calling for the removal of U.S. President Donald Trump, warning that the country may be facing a serious national security crisis.
In a statement that is rapidly going viral, Brennan argued that the 25th Amendmentâa constitutional mechanism designed to remove a president deemed unfitâwas effectively âwritten with Trump in mind.â
Former CIA director John Brennan in Washington DC on 23 May 2017. Photograph: Kevin Lamarque/Reuters
â ď¸ âUNFIT FOR OFFICEâ â SHOCK CLAIMS
Brennan did not hold back.
He described Trumpâs recent rhetoric, particularly regarding Iran, as dangerous and deeply alarming, raising concerns about the presidentâs judgment at a time of escalating global tension.
The comments come as Trump has reportedly considered military action against Iran, including potential strikes and aggressive moves targeting critical infrastructure.
For critics, the combination of war threats and unpredictable messaging has triggered urgent questions:
đ Is the president capable of safely exercising power?
đ And should extraordinary measures now be taken?
đ§ 25TH AMENDMENT PUSH GAINS MOMENTUM
The controversy is no longer limited to one voice.
Lawmakers in Washington are increasingly discussing the possibility of invoking the 25th Amendment to the United States Constitution, which allows the vice president and cabinet to remove a sitting president deemed unable to perform their duties.
Some politicians have even gone furtherâcalling for cognitive tests to assess Trumpâs fitness for office.
While such a move would be unprecedented, the conversation itself is spreading rapidly across political circles and social media.
đ IRAN CRISIS FUELS THE FIRE
At the center of the storm is the growing crisis with Iran.
Trumpâs warningsâincluding statements suggesting devastating consequences for Iranâhave intensified fears of a broader conflict in the Middle East.
Critics argue that this kind of rhetoric, combined with real military options under consideration, could push the regionâand the worldâtoward dangerous escalation.
Supporters, however, say Trump is projecting strength and deterrence.
đĽ POLITICAL EXPLOSION IN REAL TIME
This is quickly becoming one of the most explosive political moments in recent U.S. history.
Calls for removalâŚ
Talk of warâŚ
Questions about presidential powerâŚ
All unfolding at the same time.
And while invoking the 25th Amendment remains highly unlikely without support from within Trumpâs own administration, one thing is clear:
đ The pressure is building.
đ The stakes are rising.
đ And the world is watching.
đ˘ FINAL LINE
As tensions grow both at home and abroad, the question now isnât just about politicsâ
Itâs about stability, leadership, and what happens next.
Brennan, who served as head of the spy agency during Barack Obamaâs presidency, told MS Now on Saturday that Trumpâs recent volatile remarks about destroying Iranian civilization and the danger he posed to so many lives merited his removal from the Oval Office.
âThis person is clearly unhinged,â he said. âI think the 25th amendment was written with Donald Trump in mind.â
Brennan added that Trump was too much of a liability to be allowed to continue to be commander-in-chief, with immense firepower at his disposal, including the US nuclear arsenal.
The ex-CIA directorâs comments cast him at the forefront of a mounting debate over Trumpâs decision to go to war with Iran and his increasingly violent threats to inflict mass destruction on that country. On 7 April, the president warned that Iranâs âwhole civilisation will die tonightâ if the Iranian regime failed to meet his ultimatum â a threat Brennan said hinted at the deployment of nuclear capabilities.
As Trump has ramped up his aggressive and expletive-filled rhetoric, an increasing number of Democrats have responded by calling for the 25th amendment to be invoked. The measure, baked into the US constitution in 1967, allows for the vice-president and a majority of the cabinet to remove the president on the basis that he is âunable to discharge the powers and duties of his officeâ.
More than 70 Democrats in Congress have called for the amendment to be applied, according to the latest count by NBC News.
The chances of that actually happening are close to nil, given the lock-tight loyalty that continues to be shown to Trump by his vice-president, JD Vance, and his entire cabinet. However, concern about Trumpâs increasingly charged language and dystopian threats are likely to persist given the failure of peace talks between the US and Iran on Saturday as well as the possibility of renewed hostilities.
Brennanâs comments were especially striking given that he is under active investigation by Trumpâs US justice department as part of the presidentâs vendetta against his perceived enemies. Under pressure from the White House, the justice department put Brennan and the former FBI director James Comey under criminal investigation in July.
Two months later, Comey was charged with two counts accusing him of lying to Congress during testimony in 2020 over the Russia election interference investigation. A judge has thrown out that prosecution.
It is understood that the investigation into Brennan is ongoing. In March, the chair of the House judiciary committee, Trump ally Jim Jordan, claimed the inquiry was âheating upâ.
My Father Threw Me Out at 19⌠He Didnât Know I Would Become Someone He Had to Salute
Twenty-one years after my father kicked me out of the house, I ran into him at my nephewâs wedding. He looked at me with disdain and sneered, 'If it weren't out of pure pity, nobody here would have invited you.' I calmly took a sip of my wine and just smiled. A moment later, the bride grabbed the microphone, saluted sharply in my direction, and announced to the crowd, 'Everyone, please raise your glasses for a toast to Admiral..
PART 1
The first thing I noticed when I entered the St. Aurelia Hotel ballroom was the smell of wealth.
Not fresh money or clean luxury, but something heavierâchampagne bubbles, white orchids, beeswax candles, expensive perfume, polished stone floors, and the faint buttery scent of lobster drifting from silver trays along the walls. Hundreds of guests filled the room beneath crystal chandeliers, moving as though the evening had been carefully staged for their comfort. Women in silk gowns laughed softly with their heads tilted back. Men in tuxedos barely touched their drinks. Staff in white gloves glided between them carrying caviar, smoked seafood, and delicate canapĂŠs I couldnât identify.
I stood at the entrance in a plain navy dress from a clearance rack, worn heels, and no jewelry except a small silver bracelet hidden under my sleeve.
For a second, I thought about leaving.
Then I saw my nephew.
Calder Rowe stood under an arch of white roses beside his bride, speaking with guests near the head table. He had his motherâs eyes, but not her weakness. When he saw me, his expression shifted instantlyârelief, real and unfiltered, like he had been holding his breath until that moment.
âAunt Maren,â he mouthed.
I lifted my hand slightly.
It had been twenty-one years since I last stepped into a Rowe family event. Not birthdays, not funerals, not galas. Not even my grandmotherâs memorialâI had stood outside in the rain instead, listening to the service from beyond the walls.
The last time I saw my father, Alden Rowe, he stood in the doorway of our old house with my two suitcases at his feet. Rain poured down the gutters. My mother stood behind him, pressing a handkerchief to her mouth, more embarrassed than devastated. My brother Griffin leaned against the stairs, smiling like he was watching something he had been waiting for.
I was nineteen.
âYou are a disgrace,â my father said. âYou were meant to marry Easton Bell. That was your responsibility.â
âI donât love him,â I replied.
âYou were not raised to chase love. You were raised to fulfill duty.â
âI wonât do it.â
That was the moment something in him shut permanently.
He threw my bags into the rain.
âThen go,â he said. âBecome nothing. And donât come back when the world shows you your worth.â
Griffin laughed behind him.
âYouâll never be anything without this name,â my father added.
I didnât cry.
I just left.
For twenty-one years, those words stayed with meânot as truth, but as weight I learned to carry.
Now I was back.
The wedding was everything my father valuedâgold-accented cake, ice sculptures, string music, champagne fountains, and guests whose names appeared in financial headlines and political columns. Alden Rowe had built his entire identity around rooms like this.
I found my table near the back, beside a decorative palm and a speaker disguised with flowers. Table 42. Deliberately forgotten space.
The place card read simply: âMaren Rowe.â
No title. No escort. No acknowledgment.
Perfect.
I had just sat down when the room subtly shifted. Conversations softened. Heads turned. A few guests began whispering.
I followed their gaze.
My father stood across the room.
Alden Rowe still carried himself like a man who expected the world to adjust for him. Silver hair, perfect tuxedo, crystal glass in hand. But when his eyes met mine, something in his expression fracturedâjust briefly.
Shock.
Then control returned.
Griffin stood beside him, smiling already.
âWell,â he said loudly, âthe ghost showed up.â
My father didnât smile. His eyes scanned me slowly.
âMaren,â he said. âI wasnât sure Calderâs sentimentality would extend this far.â
I lifted my glass. âHello, Alden.â
A nearby guest gasped at the name.
Griffin chuckled. âStill dramatic, I see.â
My father stepped closer, close enough that his voice could reach only meâbut loud enough that others leaned in anyway.
âPity got you invited,â he said. âNothing else. You donât belong here.â
Silence gathered around us, sharp and expectant.
I looked at him.
For a moment, I wasnât in this ballroom. I was back in rain-soaked asphalt, suitcases in puddles, nineteen years old and erased from a family.
Then I took a slow sip of wine.
Cold. Bitter. Perfectly ordinary.
I smiled.
And my father, for the first time, didnât know what he was looking at.
