This week, I sat down with Stephen Miller, White House Deputy Chief of Staff for Policy. We discussed a range of topics, from his experience in high school to how he plans to restore America to its former greatness by getting almost 100 million illegals out of our country. The full transcript is printed below.

REDFIELD: Mr. Miller, thank you so much for joining me.

MILLER: It’s a pleasure to be here Hoyt, and if I may say you are truly one of our great American patriots. I fondly remember as a child drifting off to sleep to the soothing sound of my grandmother reading your daily crime blotter in the newspaper.

REDFIELD: I’m flattered Mr. Miller, and let’s discuss your younger years. You attended Santa Monica High School, is that true? How was that experience?

MILLER: Terrible, and it is a big reason why I am the man I am today. The horrendous and unacceptable experience I endured — which the administration did absolutely nothing about — made me realize that America needed drastic changes if our people are to survive and rebuild this country.

REDFIELD: Please elaborate, what was so horrendous about the experience?

MILLER: Where do I even began, Hoyt? One time I had forgotten my belt and while running to class my pants fell down. A Hispanic kid laughed at me. He LAUGHED. At ME. A teenager with 10 times, probably 100 times the intellect of his entire bloodline. It was then I realized I wanted them ALL out of my country.

REDFIELD: There are an estimated 45 million people in this country who were born abroad, and another 45 million residents who were born in the United States to those who are foreign born — the so-called anchor babies. That’s 90 million people to deport out of a population of 342 million people. How will you do it?

MILLER: Hoyt, what a ridiculous question. Am I talking to Hoyt Redfield, renowned conservative columnist, or Dana Bash at the Communist News Network? You listen to me. And you listen good. Because the era of weepy, lawless, self-destructive sentimentality is over. Finished. Kaput. I am looking at the numbers—the real numbers, not the fake, bleeding-heart, open-borders-slash-Globalist-slash-NGO-cooked numbers—and I see ninety million. Nine-zero. Million. That is the invasive biomass currently squatting on MY country’s soil. My country. The United States of America. Not a dormitory for the planet’s unwanted. Not a charity ward for the Third World’s failures. And I am here to tell you, with the full, righteous, unassailable power of the executive branch behind me, that every single last one of them is going to be removed. Do not talk to me about “due process.” Do not whisper your cowardly little pleas about “asylum” or “dreamers” or whatever other emotionally-manipulative term your think-tank handlers have printed on your script today. I know the law. I am the law. The Immigration and Nationality Act is my bible, and unlike you, I read it literally. It says “inadmissible” and “deportable,” and that is the beginning and the end of the conversation. There is no paragraph that says “except for the ones who look sad” or “except for the ones who have been here long enough to plant a petunia.” There’s no footnote about “compassion.” Compassion is a foreign contaminant. It is a weakness. It is the chemical that dissolves national borders and national identity. You think I care if they have kids? American-born? So what? That’s a paperwork error. That’s a loophole to be surgically excised. The 14th Amendment was never intended to be an anchor for an illegal alien’s spawn. We will revoke those birthright citizenships on a Tuesday morning and have the whole family unit on a C-17 to Guatemala City by Tuesday afternoon. We will not be separating families. We will be reuniting them. With the shitholes they came from. That is the most merciful thing I can do—return them to their proper place in the global hierarchy. And don’t get me started on the so-called “legal” ones. Oh, you have a green card? You think that’s a suit of armor? That’s a piece of perforated paper. We’re re-adjudicating. Every single one. Did you ever, at any point in your life, say something mildly critical of American foreign policy in a WhatsApp group? That’s a “lack of good moral character.” See ya. Did you use a food stamp? That’s a “public charge.” Pack your bags. Did you look at an ICE agent the wrong way? That’s “potential for terrorism.” Gone. I want the soft, flabby, church-basement, #LoveTrumpsHate wing of this country to watch. I want them to see the mass departures. I want to hear the wailing through the chain-link fences. I want the media to film every second of it. Why? Because you need to learn. You need to feel the consequence of your stupidity. You let this happen. You invited the world to come root through our pantry and drink our tap water and change our culture into a disgusting, low-trust, violent, third-world buffet. You did this. And now the clean-up is going to be ugly. There will be no “quarter.” Do you even know what that means? It’s an old military term. No. No mercy. No “pathway to legality.” No “soft landings.” No “community review boards.” Just a one-way ticket and a bill for the seat. I dream about it. I wake up in a cold sweat of joy thinking about it. Ninety million people, walking to the border, carrying their cheap plastic suitcases, not because they want to, but because there is nothing left for them here. No job. No school. No welfare. No lawyers. No judge. Just me. And the law. And a brand new, gleaming, efficient deportation machinery that will grind them all into geopolitical dust. And when the last illegal is gone, when the last anchor baby is on the tarmac in Tegucigalpa, when the last H-1B tech worker is crying at the gate because his visa was “reinterpreted” into non-existence… then we will seal the border. Then we will have our country back. By God, we will have our home again. Until then, shut your mouth about compassion. Compassion is treason. And we are not in the forgiveness business. We are in the deportation business. And business is about to be very, very good.

REDFIELD: Thank you. How’s Katie?

MILLER: Great. The woman just will not shut up, however.

REDFIELD: Well we have time for one more question. A few weeks ago, you said…

MILLER: Thank you Hoyt for asking that question, yes indeed I am writing a book. It’s going to be called “My Struggle.” And it is going to lay out a bold vision for our country and how we are going to restore it to its former greatness.

REDFIELD: Excellent, I look forward to it. Do any literary works serve as an inspiration for this book of yours?

MILLER: None. I don’t read. Everyone who has ever written a book, I could write a better one, so why bother?

REDFIELD: Thank you Mr. Miller, and best of luck to you.