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The United States of Paranoia: When the National Security Strategy Reads Like a Reddit Thread
The new official policy of the United States is apparently that France is too dark, Russia is just misunderstood, and the Western Hemisphere is a gated community that needs a higher fence. There is a specific kind of document that usually emerges from the White House every few years called the National Security Strategy. Historically,
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The Cartography of Coercion: How the Supreme Court Just Turned Texas into a Republican Fortress
Democracy isn’t dying in darkness; it’s being rezoned in broad daylight with a high-resolution plotter. Somewhere in a windowless room in Austin, under the hum of fluorescent lights and the whir of cooling fans, a team of political cartographers is high-fiving. They have just pulled off the heist of the century, and they didn’t even
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The United States of Amnesia: Importing the European Nursing Home Model to Save the Snowflakes
When the goal is to turn a dynamic superpower into a gated community for the frightened, you end up importing the stagnation along with the prejudice. There is a specific kind of architectural madness currently gripping the West Wing, a design flaw in the blueprint of the new American century that would be laughable if
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The Real Housewives of the House Republican Conference: A Play in Three Acts of Self-Destruction
If you want to understand the current state of the Republican Party, do not look at their policy papers. Do not listen to their speeches about fiscal discipline or the sanctity of the border. Instead, imagine a community theater production of Julius Caesar directed by a substitute teacher who has lost control of the classroom,
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The Closet Has a New Landlord: Why the Trump White House Deleted World AIDS Day
They didn’t just forget. They are actively engaged in the architectural restoration of the closet, one deleted calendar entry at a time. The silence was the first thing I noticed back in 2006. It wasn’t a lack of noise; emergency rooms and clinics are never quiet. It was a lack of acknowledgment. When I was
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The MRI of Dorian Gray: A Medical Mystery Tour in the Age of Trump
We have reached the stage of the American presidency that can best be described as “Medical Gaslighting as Performance Art.” It is a genre of political theater where the lead actor is clearly limping, the makeup is applied with a trowel to hide the pallor, and the press office insists that the audience is hallucinating
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The Board of Directors for Reality™: How Seven Men Bought the Sky and Sold Us the Weather
We operate under a shared and comforting delusion that the “public square” is a real place. We imagine it as a civic commons, a dusty but noble agora where ideas clash, truth eventually rises to the top like cream, and the collective will of the people is forged in the fires of debate. This is
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The Remigration Proclamation: A Sermon from the Ministry of Purgation
On a day usually reserved for quiet reflection or ignoring the news cycle, Donald Trump decided to offer a benediction. He did not issue a bland statement about unity or national strength. Instead, he logged onto Truth Social and drafted what can only be described as a declaration of war against fifty-three million people, disguised
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The Dictator’s Holiday Greeting Card: A Thanksgiving Message from the Ministry of Demigration
There is a specific, terrifying alchemy that happens when a political figure decides to combine the festive spirit of Thanksgiving with the rhetorical structure of a declaration of war. It is the moment when “Season’s Greetings” becomes a threat, and the turkey on the table is replaced by a policy proposal that reads like it
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Gratitude in the Blast Zone: A Love Letter to Matthew, Chemo, Chihuahuas, and the Art of Not Dying in Texas
We are told to be thankful for the big things: health, family, the roof over our heads. But this year, in the twilight of 2025, I find myself offering a quiet, fervent prayer to Beyonce and Lady Gaga of gratitude for something far more specific, something that doesn’t fit neatly on a Hallmark card. I