Andy Borowitz’s headline was “Nation’s dogs celebrate Noem’s firing,” No doubt people all over the country who were terrorized by Trump’s foremost looney are also celebrating.

“What you mean by foremost?” my neighbor Swamp Rabbit said. “You saying she’s more despicable than them other crooks and loonies in Trump’s gang?”

I told him there are other standouts. Stephen Miller talks like Heinrich Himmler. Pete Hegseth struts like Benito Mussolini. Pam Bondi glares like Irma Grese, the ultimate mean girl. But Kristi Noem, the vacant-eyed, balloon-lipped ex-chief of Homeland Security, is arguably a special case, almost as vile as the guy who hired and fired her.

“You mean because she killed her own dog?” Swamp Rabbit said.

“Because she said the murdered protestors in Minneapolis were domestic terrorists. And because of the role she played in deporting hundreds of Venezuelan detainees to be confined and probably tortured in El Salvador, at a prison that’s run like a concentration camp.”

I confessed to being shocked by the dog slayer’s photo op at the prison — shots of her wearing a designer bill cap and a $50,000 Rolex, preening in front of a cell block jammed with nearly naked male prisoners who hadn’t even been formally charged with any crimes. The video is eerily reminiscent of the film made when Himmler visited a concentration camp in Belarus in 1941.

“Firing is too good for her,” I said. “She belongs in that El Salvador jail.”

Swamp Rabbit choked on his beer. “You don’t mean that, Odd Man. Them inmates are packed in there like sardines. They’d eat her alive.”

“You’re right,” I conceded after a moment’s reflection. “She belongs in Gitmo. There aren’t nearly as many inmates there.”