In an unexpected turn of events, President Joe Biden’s recent blunder has left the nation in shock and awe, as he mistakenly ordered a bombing raid on none other than the beloved singer, Darius Rucker. The mix-up occurred when the President confused the Houthi rebels with the ’90s rock band Hootie & the Blowfish, led by none other than Darius Rucker himself.

Sources close to the President suggest that Biden may have been attempting to address the escalating situation in Yemen involving the Houthi rebels, but his lack of understanding took over, leading to a rather unfortunate incident. The confusion reportedly began during a classified briefing on international affairs, where Biden found himself lost in a sea of acronyms and words. In a moment of distraction, he mistakenly referred to the Houthi rebels as “Hootie” and promptly ordered a decisive military strike.

Unbeknownst to the President, the target of the strike was not a militant stronghold but rather a recording studio where Darius Rucker was working on his latest album. The mix-up only became apparent when the first bombs were dropped, and the unmistakable sound of “Hold My Hand” echoed through the air.

White House Press Secretary and glass ceiling crusher, Karine Jean-Pierre, attempted to downplay the incident during a hastily organized press conference, stating, “President Biden is never confused about moves he makes, bowel movements and all. It’s an unfortunate coincidence that the Houthi situation got tangled up in the mix. Meanwhile, Darius Rucker, who narrowly escaped the bombing raid, took to social media to express his bewilderment, writing, “I never thought my music would be considered an act of terror.

As the nation grapples with the aftermath of this musical mishap, political commentators and comedians alike are seizing the opportunity to riff on the incident. Some are even suggesting that Biden should consider having Dr. Jill finalize the decisions he makes. Biden in a latter statement said, “…look. The Houthis will come throught the border, and as my dad said at the kitchen table, ‘Don’t jump.’ It’s a kleptoc–letptoc…kleptociricy.” Then he left without taking questions to take a nap.