We’ve seen a lot of things come out of Joy Behar’s mouth over the years. Bad takes. Worse jokes. Halloween costumes that required formal apologies. But this week, the woman who has made a career out of being professionally wrong about everything decided to go after Jesus Christ Himself — calling Him “narcissistic” for claiming to be the Messiah. On national television. During Holy Week. While millions of Christians were preparing to celebrate the resurrection of the Man she just psychoanalyzed from a talk show couch.
Let that satisfying irony wash over you for a second. Joy Behar — a woman whose greatest lifetime achievement is sitting in a chair and yelling over other women who are also sitting in chairs and yelling — just diagnosed the Son of God with a personality disorder. A lady who has spent thirty years demanding that people pay attention to her opinions about things she doesn’t understand looked at the most influential figure in human history and said, “You know what His problem was? Too much self-confidence.” That’s like a goldfish critiquing Michael Phelps’ stroke technique.
The moment aired during a panel discussion on The View — which, for those of you who value your brain cells, is that show on ABC where five women sit around a table and compete to see who can have the worst take before the first commercial break. They were talking about Easter, religion, and faith — you know, subjects Joy Behar is deeply qualified to discuss, given her extensive theological training at the University of Absolutely Nothing.
Behar’s argument, if you can call it that, was that anyone who claims to be the Messiah must be narcissistic by definition. Just think about the intellectual horsepower required to arrive at that conclusion. She essentially said, “If you claim to be something important, you’re a narcissist.” This from a woman who claims to be a comedian.
The other hosts sat there with the kind of frozen smiles you see on people who know they’re watching a career-ending moment but don’t want to get any of it on them. Sunny Hostin looked like she was doing long division in her head. Whoopi stared into the middle distance like a woman calculating how many more years are left on her contract.
Here’s what gets me. We live in a country where you can’t misgender a stranger’s cat on social media without getting banned from three platforms and losing your job at Applebee’s. We’re told every single day that we must respect everyone’s identity, everyone’s truth, everyone’s lived experience. You will use the correct pronouns. You will celebrate every lifestyle. You will clap at every diversity seminar.
But Jesus Christ? Open season. Fire away. Call Him a narcissist on daytime television and the same people who lose their minds over a misplaced pronoun will nod along like bobbleheads on a dashboard.
That’s not an accident, folks. That’s the tell. The left’s obsession with “respect” was never about respect. It was about control. They get to decide who deserves dignity and who doesn’t. And Christians? We’ve been at the bottom of that list for a long time.
If Behar had called Muhammad narcissistic, ABC would have had a crisis management team, three formal apologies, and a sensitivity consultant on set before the next commercial break. If she’d said Buddha was narcissistic, there’d be a think piece in The Atlantic about Western cultural imperialism. But she went after Jesus, so the network yawned and cut to a commercial for yogurt.
Let’s be honest about what we’re dealing with here. Joy Behar is not a theologian. She’s not a philosopher. She’s not even a particularly good talk show host. She’s a woman who discovered forty years ago that saying outrageous things on television gets attention, and she’s been riding that formula ever since like a mechanical bull she can’t figure out how to dismount.
This is the same Joy Behar who dressed in blackface for Halloween and brushed it off like a crumb on her blouse. The same Joy Behar who has been wrong about every major political prediction she’s ever made on that show. The same Joy Behar who once said she’d move to another country if Trump won and then — shockingly — did not move to another country.
And now she’s doing armchair psychology on the central figure of a religion followed by 2.4 billion people worldwide. Two point four billion. That’s roughly 2.39 billion more people than watch The View.
This wasn’t a hot take. This wasn’t a slip of the tongue. This was a window into how Hollywood elites actually think about people of faith. To them, Christianity isn’t a belief system held by billions of people across thousands of years. It’s a punchline. It’s something rubes in flyover country cling to between NASCAR races. It’s something to be tolerated at best and mocked at worst.
Joy Behar said the quiet part out loud. She told you exactly what the chattering class thinks about your faith, your Savior, and your values. They think it’s all a joke. They think you’re naive for believing it. And they think they’re sophisticated for dismissing it.
But here’s what Joy doesn’t understand — and probably never will. Jesus didn’t claim to be the Messiah because He had a personality disorder. He claimed it because He was. And two thousand years later, billions of people still organize their lives around that claim. They build hospitals. They feed the hungry. They visit prisoners. They do the actual, tangible, sleeves-rolled-up work of making the world less terrible.
Joy Behar sits in a chair and yells.
We don’t need Joy Behar to validate our faith. We never did. The woman couldn’t validate a parking ticket. But what we should do — what every Christian watching should do — is remember this moment. Remember that this is what they think of you. Remember that when they talk about “tolerance” and “inclusion” and “respecting all beliefs,” they don’t mean yours.
They never meant yours.
Our advice to Joy is to maybe spend the weekend reading the actual story before you review it next time. You might learn something — like the part where He forgave people who mocked Him, too. That’s not narcissism. That’s grace. And it’s something no amount of sitting in a chair and yelling will ever teach you.