The so called private Signal group, where Trump officials are being accused of having discussed war plans against the Houthis, has stirred up a mess, and it’s tough to say if it’s legit or just another Jeffrey Goldberg special.
Goldberg tied to March 15 action, with the NSC whispering “authentic” like they’re half-convinced, and Trump and Hegseth just rolling their eyes. Sounds like a blockbuster, sure, but Goldberg’s the king of bullshit, churning out fables so wild you’d need a hazmat suit to touch them, and his track record proves he’s less credible than a tabloid psychic. Here’s the dirt: this clown’s been caught in lie after lie, and it’s time to rip into why nobody with a pulse should buy his crap without a notarized video to back it up.
Here’s the deal, on March 24, 2025, Goldberg, The Atlantic’s Editor-in-Chief, splashed this “war chat” tale, claiming he was accidentally added to a Signal group chat, detailing strikes that happened on March 15, with the National Security Council calling it “authentic” but as always he was vague on details, and President Trump and Sec of Defense Hegseth brushed it off as no big deal, the report was a lie no war plans were discussed and a distraction from the important issues of the fact our military has successfully responded to terrorists.
But let’s face it this guy Jeffrey Goldberg’s got a rap sheet of bullshit stories, like that 2002 Iraq-Al Qaeda link that flopped, or the 2020 “suckers and losers” Trump tale that half his sources denied to name just a few, so skepticism’s warranted. Dig into his past, and you’ve got a guy accused of bending facts to fit narratives, from his New Yorker days to now, with critics like Greenwald trashing him as a fabulist who keeps failing up.
This is a guy who would never be called as a witness in a trial, his cred’s so shot from years of lies, they’d laugh him out of court before he could be sworn in. Still, the chat’s got some legs with X posts and news buzzing, but with Goldberg’s history, you’d be a fool to swallow anything he says without hard proof.

So who is this guy Jeffrey Goldberg? Well officially he’s the “Editor-in-Chief” of The Atlantic since 2016 after joining in 2007. His decades-long career is known to be built on outright lies, with a record so tainted it demands a hard look at the facts, not excuses. This isn’t speculation, it’s a documented trail of fabrications that have shaped wars, elections, public trust, and the evidence is damning.
Start with 2002, when Goldberg, then at The New Yorker, penned “The Great Terror,” asserting Saddam Hussein’s Iraq was cozy with Al Qaeda. He leaned on a single, unverified claim, a meeting in Prague between Iraqi intelligence and 9/11 hijacker Mohamed Atta, sourced from a dubious Czech informant and a tortured Libyan, Ibn al-Shaykh al-Libi, whose confession crumbled under scrutiny. The 9/11 Commission Report in 2004 obliterated this, finding no operational link, zero, nada, nothing happened between Saddam and Al Qaeda. The Senate Intelligence Committee’s 2006 postmortem on pre-war intel called out such reporting as flimsy, yet Goldberg’s piece, cited by Neo Con war hawks like Dick Cheney, fueled the march to a war that killed over 4,400 U.S. troops, cost $2 trillion. Critics, including former CIA analysts like Ray McGovern, label it a deliberate distortion that padded his résumé while America bled.

Fast forward to September 2020, when Goldberg dropped a bombshell in The Atlantic, Trump, he claimed, called fallen World War I soldiers “suckers” and “losers” during a 2018 France trip. His evidence, four anonymous sources. Against that, 14 named witnesses, John Bolton, Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Zach Fuentes, among many others, who were there, swore on record it never happened. Bolton, no Trump fan, called it “simply false” in his own book. The story’s timing, weeks before the election, reeked of politics, and even John Kelly’s 2023 nod couldn’t erase the stench of a hit job when documents like Trump’s canceled Belleau Wood visit memo, due to weather, per aides, contradicted Goldberg’s tale. X users, outlets like The Federalist, still howl “hoax,” and the lack of hard proof cements it as another Goldberg lie.
His earlier work’s just as rotten. In his 2006 memoir Prisoners, Goldberg spun a heartfelt saga of bonding with a Palestinian jailer, Rafiq Hijazi, during his time as a guard in Israel’s Ketziot prison in the early ‘90s. Critics like Philip Weiss of Mondoweiss dug in, found Hijazi barely remembered him, calling the “friendship” a stretch at best, more literary flourish than fact. Back at The New York Times Magazine in the ‘90s, his dispatches on Islamic extremism, like a 1998 piece on Hezbollah, drew flak from scholars like Augustus Richard Norton for exaggerating threats with thin sourcing, a habit that shadowed his Iraq fiasco. Glenn Greenwald, in a 2010 Salon takedown, branded him a “propagandist” whose lies stick because they kiss up to power, not because they hold water.
Today, Goldberg steers The Atlantic, owned by Laurene Powell Jobs, who’s dumped over $1 million into the failed Kamala Harris campaign not to mention other Dem causes since 2019, per FEC records. That cozy tie only deepens the distrust. His defenders tout his 2003 Pulitzer nod for terrorism coverage, but that’s a thin shield when X threads, voices like Mollie Hemingway at The Federalist, keep piling on proof, from Iraq to Trump, Goldberg’s a repeat offender who’s dodged accountability. The receipts are there, hundreds of dead soldiers, a skewed election narrative, a memoir that’s half fantasy. This isn’t journalism, it’s a con, and Goldberg’s the grifter-in-chief.
So here we are, staring at Jeffrey Goldberg’s latest steaming pile, this Signal group fairy tale about Trump’s team plotting Houthi strikes, and it’s as real as a unicorn rodeo. This lying sack of crap, who’s built a career on fables from Iraq to Trump’s “suckers” slur, has whipped up another nothing burger, cooked to order by Democrat activists like him to smear anyone right of AOC. It’s DOA, folks, a flimsy smear that’ll fizzle faster than a wet firecracker, because when Goldberg’s lips move, truth takes a hike, and this one’s already got one foot in the trash bin of history.