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Demi Lovato Finally Made a Pop Album Without a Trigger Warning, and the Critics Don’t Know What to Do With It
Pop critics love pain. They love a tortured confessional, a sonic therapy session, a bruised soul whispering about recovery under a single spotlight. The worse the heartbreak, the higher the Metacritic score. So when Demi Lovato drops It’s Not That Deep, a thirty-minute joy bomb of synths, sweat, and self-acceptance, you can almost hear a
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Let Them Eat Nothing: The SNAP Shutdown and the Epstein Ballroom
The White House East Wing is gone, ground to powder and carted off in dump trucks so that a privately funded, ninety-thousand-square-foot ballroom can rise in its place. Somewhere between the marble sketches and the gilded drapery orders, the president found time to cut off food aid for over forty million Americans. Marie Antoinette said
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How to Rig an Election While Saying the Quiet Part Out Loud
It’s 2025, which means we’re back in the part of the American cycle where politicians stop pretending to govern and start designing the next democracy-themed escape room. The new blueprint—marketed, ironically, as Never Again 2020—isn’t a conspiracy theory or a master plan. It’s a step-by-step guide written in bureaucratic beige and marketed as “election integrity.”
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Trump’s The Apprentice: Kremlin Edition
It took three years, two wars, and one canceled summit for America’s Strongman-in-Chief to finally pretend to stand up to his idol—and even now, it looks more like performance art than policy. The White House has slapped sanctions on Rosneft and Lukoil, Russia’s two biggest oil arteries and the bankroll of Vladimir Putin’s imperial cosplay.
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“You’re on Your Own, Kid”: The Chaos That Would Follow Killing the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare)
Picture it: You wake up tomorrow and the Affordable Care Act—the rickety scaffolding that keeps our health-care carnival from collapsing—has vanished overnight. No repeal-and-replace. No Medicare-for-All sequel. Just an empty folder where your coverage used to live, and a nation of 330 million people standing in line at CVS holding expired insurance cards and prayer
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The Mirage Economy: When the GDP Grows but Nobody Hires
It’s official: America is thriving—on paper. The GDP is glowing like a ring light on a politician’s livestream. The stock market is preening. The White House comms shop is drafting victory tweets about “resilience.” And yet, if you’re an actual human being with a pulse, a rent payment, and a résumé floating in the void,
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Watchdog? More Like Watchdogged: The Tanking of Trump’s “Nazi-Streak” Nominee
You’d think after a year of government face-plants, someone in Trump’s orbit might nominate a watchdog who didn’t actively bite democracy. Instead, the White House delivered Paul Ingrassia—a 30-year-old law school graduate with the résumé depth of a TikTok bio—to run the Office of Special Counsel, the federal agency designed to protect whistleblowers and keep
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The Ten-Minute Louvre Heist: How to Rob an Empire Before Your Coffee Cools
There’s a reason Paris loves a good crime. The city romanticized heists before Hollywood did, and it’s been living off the legend of the 1911 Mona Lisa caper for more than a century. But this one isn’t charming. This one hurts. In a daylight raid that lasted roughly the length of an espresso break, a
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The Ministry of Make-Believe: Karoline Leavitt and the Art of the Manufactured Enemy
There’s a rhythm to authoritarianism, and Karoline Leavitt has perfect pitch. Every press secretary inherits a tone from the boss they serve, but Leavitt’s isn’t mere mimicry. It’s weaponized performance—an acceleration of Trumpism’s original sin: confusing cruelty for clarity. The job isn’t to inform. It’s to injure with flair, to convert talking points into shrapnel,
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The Hunger Games: Trump’s SNAP Shutdown
There’s a moment every fall when America pretends to care about food. Usually it arrives in the form of syrupy commercials: laughing families in sweaters, grocery carts brimming with abundance, the phrase “holiday spirit” hovering over a table that looks sponsored by a butter manufacturer. This year, that tableau feels like parody. Because as the