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Fox’s Peter Doocy on Joe Biden: ‘I Will Miss Him’
Fox News White House Correspondent Peter Doocy expressed that he will miss President Joe Biden and their often confrontational relationship.
In an interview with New York Magazine on Wednesday, Doocy discussed his attendance at the Democratic National Convention with Charlotte Klein, a media columnist and features writer.
“I believe people required an outlet to feel excited about something,” stated the son of Fox & Friends co-host Steve Doocy, referring to the convention after he provided updates to his network’s viewers during Wednesday’s edition of Special Report with host Bret Baier.
Klein noted that the Fox News reporter and Biden had engaged in a series of contentious exchanges over the past four years, which had attracted significant attention. He then asked about Biden’s views on the Democratic convention.
Klein wrote:
This is the Fox News perspective on all this Democratic enthusiasm: roll their eyes and wait for the sugar high to wear off. “At some point, they must do more than just enjoy lively music for every state and discuss who Kamala Harris and Doug are, and how much they miss the Clintons and the Obamas.” Speaking of which, what was his opinion of the Obamas last night? “It was powerful,” he remarked, adding, “I’m surprised that in an era where everyone has a platform to share their thoughts on social media, no one can articulate like that.” For “two individuals who are essentially out of politics, they commanded this crowd remarkably well.”
We navigate onto the floor, maneuvering through the crowd, some of whom request a selfie with Doocy—despite his being in a bubble distinct from the one he typically shines in. Regardless of his political stance, they still recognize him. “This particular crowd is likely, per capita, the highest consumers of White House briefings of anywhere I know in America.”
After contemplating his recent brief visit to Chicago, Klein inquired of Doocy whether he believed that Democrats had made an appropriate decision in selecting Vice President Kamala Harris to contest former President Donald Trump in the upcoming November election.
“Considering this week here, yes, but during my time here for the Biden walkthrough, and the familiarity I have developed with him over the past five years—when I observed him gazing out at all of this, it appeared as though he was pondering, am I making the right choice?” Doocy responded.
Doocy acknowledged that he would feel remorse for engaging in confrontations with Biden during interviews and briefings while representing Fox News at the White House for numerous Americans.
“Yes. I truly will,” Doocy stated. “I believe it did not take long for them to understand precisely what to anticipate from me. They were aware that I would invariably pose challenging questions, and he continued to engage for years thereafter, as did his team… thus, yes, I will miss him.”
Klein further remarked:
Doocy’s interactions with this administration have been lively. One of his more notable exchanges with the president occurred during the now-infamous press conference that Biden held following former special counsel Robert Hur’s report. “How poor is your memory, and can you persist as president?” Doocy queried Biden. “My memory is so poor that I allowed you to speak,” Biden retorted. “I believed he had a quick-witted reply to me, but ultimately that marked the beginning of the end.”
This development arises as the Biden-Harris Department of Homeland Security confronts a significant new lawsuit that would compel the agency to address a Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request concerning a task force established in Pennsylvania to address alleged “election threats.”
Democratic Governor Josh Shapiro of Pennsylvania declared the establishment of the “Election Threats Task Force” in a release dated February 29, asserting that it would offer “reliable election information” and “mitigate threats” to elections.
The Center to Advance Security in America (CASA) has reported that the Department of Homeland Security has acknowledged its request for information regarding Pennsylvania’s partnership with the Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency (CISA). However, as per court documents initially acquired by the Daily Caller News Foundation, CASA, which operates as a division of DHS, asserts that it has not received any documents or further communication since that acknowledgment.
CASA’s Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) request was initiated following a March report by The Federalist, which disclosed that the Shapiro administration was working in conjunction with CISA as part of the task force—a fact that was not explicitly stated in Shapiro’s press release dated February 29.
“In March, the Center to Advance Security in America (CASA) filed a FOIA request with DHS-CISA to reveal communications pertaining to the establishment of the Pennsylvania Election Task Force, which aims to censor election-related discourse that it categorizes as ‘misinformation’. CISA has yet to provide a response to CASA’s request,” stated CASA Director James Fitzpatrick to the news outlet.
According to the National Archives, federal law requires the government to respond to FOIA requests within 20 working days of receipt. In its legal action, CASA is seeking a court order to compel DHS to produce the requested documents within ten days of the court’s ruling.
In the initial press release, Shapiro indicated that the task force, which includes various federal and state agencies and offices, would “share information and coordinate plans to mitigate threats to the election process, protect voters from intimidation, and provide voters with accurate, trusted election information” and “establish clear, strategic communication and information sharing among public agencies and officials to identify and mitigate threats to the election process.” The Democratic governor also emphasized a web page that would “fact-check” assertions regarding the state’s election processes in the release.
In June, the Supreme Court reversed a lower court’s injunction that had prevented multiple government actions.
On my birthday, my sister smashed the cake straight into my face, laughing as she watched me fall backward, blood mixing with the frosting. Everyone said, “It’s just a joke.” But the next mo
On my birthday, my sister smashed the cake straight into my face, laughing as she watched me fall backward, blood mixing with the frosting. Everyone said, “It’s just a joke.”
But the next morning in the emergency room, the doctor studied my X-ray and immediately called 911—because what he saw… exposed a horrifying truth.
Part One: “It’s Just a Joke”
On my birthday, the room smelled like sugar and candles and cheap champagne. A pink cake sat in the center of the table, my name written across it in looping frosting. Everyone was laughing. Phones were out. Someone shouted for me to make a wish.
My sister stood closest to me.
She grinned, eyes bright with something that wasn’t kindness. Before I could even lean forward, her hands slammed the cake straight into my face.
The impact was harder than anyone expected.
I felt myself stumble backward, my heel catching on the rug. There was a sharp crack as my head hit the edge of the table, then the floor. For a split second, the room spun in white and pink. I tasted sugar—and then iron.
Blood mixed with frosting, dripping down my chin.
People screamed, then laughed nervously.
“Oh my God,” someone said, still chuckling. “It’s just a joke!”
My sister laughed the loudest. “Relax! You’re so dramatic.”
I tried to sit up. Pain exploded behind my eyes. My vision blurred, and the ceiling swayed like it was floating. Someone wiped my face with a napkin, smearing blood across my cheek.
“You’re fine,” my mother said quickly. “Don’t ruin the mood.”
I remember thinking how strange it was that my ears were ringing louder than the music.
I remember the taste of frosting as I swallowed blood.
I remember waking up hours later in my bed, alone, my head throbbing, my phone full of messages telling me not to be “too sensitive.”
By morning, I couldn’t lift my arm.
Part Two: The X-Ray That Changed Everything
The emergency room smelled like disinfectant and sleepless nights. The doctor asked how it happened. I hesitated, then said quietly, “I fell.”
He nodded, unconvinced, and ordered X-rays “just to be safe.”
I lay on the cold table staring at the ceiling, replaying the laughter over and over in my head. It’s just a joke. That sentence hurt almost as much as my skull.
When the doctor returned, he wasn’t smiling.
He stared at the image on the screen for a long time. Too long.
Then he left the room without a word.
Minutes later, he came back—with a nurse, a security officer, and his phone pressed to his ear.
“Yes,” he said quietly. “I need emergency services. Immediately.”
My heart started pounding. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
He turned to me, his voice careful. “This isn’t a simple fall.”
He pointed to the X-ray. Even I could see it—fine fractures branching like cracks in glass, not just in my skull, but along my collarbone and ribs. Old fractures. Healed wrong. Layered.
“These injuries happened at different times,” he said gently. “Some weeks apart. Some months.”
I stared at the screen, my mouth dry.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered.
He met my eyes. “This pattern isn’t accidental. And the impact that brought you in today could have killed you.”
The word killed echoed in my ears.
“Who did this to you?” he asked softly.
I thought of my sister’s grin. My parents’ laughter. All the times I’d been shoved, tripped, “joked” into walls. All the times I’d been told I was clumsy. Sensitive. Overreacting.
My hands began to shake.
“I think…” My voice broke. “I think it was never a joke.”
Part Three: When Laughter Turns Into Sirens
The police arrived quietly. Calmly. Like this wasn’t the first time they’d seen something like me.
They didn’t accuse. They asked questions.
Who was there last night?
Who pushed you?
How often do you get hurt?
For the first time, I didn’t minimize. I didn’t protect anyone. I told the truth.
By evening, my phone was exploding.
My mother crying.
My father furious.
My sister screaming that I had “ruined everything.”
“You’re exaggerating!” she yelled over voicemail. “It was cake! Everyone saw it!”
Everyone had seen it.
That was the horrifying truth.
Everyone had seen it—and laughed.
The investigation didn’t take long. Videos surfaced. Old medical records were reviewed. Witnesses contradicted themselves. Patterns became impossible to ignore.
What started as a “birthday prank” became an assault case.
What they called humor was documented as violence.
I was moved to a different room that night, monitored closely, safe for the first time in years. As I lay there, ice wrapped around my head, I realized something terrifying and freeing all at once:
If that cake hadn’t been smashed into my face…
If I hadn’t fallen just right…
The truth might have stayed buried forever.
Sometimes it takes breaking something visible to expose what’s been shattered for years.
