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Whitewashing the Gallery: Trump’s Smithsonian Revisionism
On August 22, 2025, The Guardian ran Francine Prose’s surgical essay on President Trump’s newest culture-war bonfire: Smithsonian museums, and specifically his complaint that they focus “too much on how bad slavery was.” Imagine saying that in 2025, after four centuries of systemic exploitation, while standing on a marble floor your ancestors never had to
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The Hunger Games of Gaza: When Bureaucracy Outpaces Bread
On August 22, 2025, the United Nations confirmed what the world has been watching for months but refusing to name out loud: famine in Gaza City. Not “food insecurity.” Not “malnutrition.” Not “grave concern.” Famine. IPC Phase 5—the technical apocalypse of humanitarian metrics. The Famine Review Committee ticked the boxes: The tally: over 514,000 people
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Cracker Barrel’s $94 Million Makeover: Uncle Herschel, Dumped by Wall Street
There are breakups that shake families. There are divorces that fracture communities. And then there’s Cracker Barrel firing Uncle Herschel from its logo, which—according to Wall Street—destroyed nearly $200 million in value before the breakfast crowd even finished their biscuits. On August 21, Cracker Barrel’s stock tanked 7.2%, closing at $54.80 and wiping out about
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MAGAfication of the Bureaucracy: How Trump’s America Turned Government Into a Loyalty Points Program
On August 21, 2025, the reporting was clear: the Trump administration is not merely running the federal government; it is remaking it in its own neon-orange image. In place of career expertise, apolitical fact-checking, and that pesky thing called “institutional memory,” we now have a White House governed by loyalty oaths, Silicon Valley imports, and
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Redemption Auditions & Bureaucracies of Mercy: Erik Menendez’s Parole Denial in 2025
Imagine a system where forgiveness isn’t a simple word but a heavily produced gala—complete with judges, cameras, moral gymnastics, and a giant question mark hovering over your head, blinking like a faulty neon sign. That’s the world of modern parole hearings, and on August 21, 2025, Erik Menendez starred in the latest episode of America’s
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Operation Irony Dome: Israel, Gaza, and the Eternal Diplomacy Musical Chairs
It’s August 20, 2025, and Israel has announced the “first steps” of an operation to take over Gaza City. Which is a polite way of saying: the IDF has pulled its boots up to the curb, ordered tens of thousands of reservists back from their poolside August vacations, and is now circling Gaza City like
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How to Politely Erase History Without Mussing Your Hair: The Smithsonian vs. The Woke Exterminators
There’s a special kind of American irony in watching a White House that can’t stop talking about “cancel culture” spend its waning days trying to cancel the Smithsonian. Canceling a comedian’s Netflix special is authoritarianism, we’re told. But rewriting a museum plaque about Benjamin Franklin’s enslaved servants? That’s patriotism, baby. On August 20, 2025, Donald
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The Comedy Coup: South Park, Trump, and the Paramount Problem
America has always needed its court jesters. Kings and presidents come and go, ruling with pomp, paranoia, and paranoia dressed up as policy. But the jester—the clown with a knife behind the punchline—never leaves. In 2025, that jester wears a Colorado beanie, carries a construction paper sign, and is contractually obligated to Paramount+ for $1.5
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Netflix Giveth, Netflix Taketh Away: A Funeral March for the Shows We Loved
The streaming economy is nothing if not biblical: seven years of plenty, seven years of famine, seven executives screaming “cut costs!” while canceling your comfort show. And so, on August 17, Netflix opened the velvet curtain to reveal the latest mass grave of content. FUBAR? Dead. The Residence? Evicted. Pulse? Flatline. The Recruit? Dishonorably discharged.
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Nicolle Wallace, Trump’s New Nemesis: When “MSNBC IS DEAD!” Becomes a Campaign Platform
It always starts the same way with Donald Trump: a half-formed grunt of a post, a cryptic one-word drop (“Bela”), and then the digital jackals descend. A follower serves up a meme, Trump slaps his digital stamp of approval on it, and suddenly we’re all trapped in the world’s saddest reboot of Mad Men, except