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The Politics of the Kids’ Table: A Survival Guide for the Holidays

The cranberry sauce is shaped like the can. The turkey is dry enough to be used as attic insulation. The tension in the room is vibrating at a frequency usually reserved for bomb disposal units or hostage negotiations. Welcome to Thanksgiving in America. We are gathered here today to worship at the altar of “Family
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The Rust Belt “Renaissance” Is Just a Going-Out-of-Business Sale in Disguise

Eight months ago, we were promised a manufacturing miracle. We were told, with the kind of decibel level usually reserved for monster truck rallies, that aggressive import taxes would be the adrenaline shot that brought American factories “roaring back” to life. The logic was simple, loud, and beautifully wrong: slap a tariff on everything that
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The Art of the Self-Own: How the Redistricting “Arms Race” Became a National Slapstick Routine

There is a specific, distinct sound that ambition makes when it snaps under the weight of its own greed, and on November 18, 2025, that sound echoed all the way from a federal courtroom in El Paso to the panic rooms of the Governor’s Mansion in Austin, before ricocheting westward to slap the smugness right
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Stop Calling It “The Economy”: It’s Just a Mood Ring for Billionaires

We need to retire the word “economy.” We need to take it out back, behind the woodshed of political discourse, and bury it next to “trickle-down” and “compassionate conservatism.” It has become a linguistic shield, a hollow propaganda term used by CNBC anchors and politicians to gaslight you into believing that your inability to buy
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The Map Is Not a Bloodsport, But They Brought a Chainsaw Anyway: A Texas Takedown

The quiet, un-televised cruelty of American political mechanics often hides in plain sight, tucked away in the arcana of cartography and statute. It is, perhaps, fitting that the quietest, most surgical rebuke to Texas Republican political dominance did not come from a grand moral proclamation or a sweeping popular wave. It came instead from a
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When Border Patrol Starts Haunting Charlotte Church Lawns, You Know the Empire Is Fucked

Interior enforcement turns Charlotte into a stage set for federal theater, complete with smashed windows, masked agents, and a government insisting the chaos is for your own good. Charlotte is not a border town. Charlotte is not even near a border town. Charlotte is the sort of place where church volunteers trim hedges in the
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From Aloy to All-In: When Horizon Goes MMO and Mobile—and the Monsters Charge

I have a confession to make: I love MMOs. Give me the dark parking lot of EverQuest, the regimented raiding towers of World of Warcraft, the sprawling social village of Final Fantasy XIV—I’ve sat through login queues, ignored dinner invites, and hasta-la-vida’d sleep for one last respawn. So when Sony Interactive Entertainment and NCSOFT revealed


