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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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Trump sold who the Pentagon? Inside America’s First Crowdfunded Military Payroll
There’s something exquisitely American about a shutdown that ends with the Pentagon passing a hat. Somewhere between a bake sale and a Bond villain subplot, the Department of Defense just accepted a $130 million “gift” from an anonymous donor—yes, a literal donation—to help pay soldiers’ salaries while the government remains closed for business. President Trump,
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Divide, Distract, Deregulate, Disappear: Your Anger Was Focus-Grouped
Culture-war noise keeps you busy while antitrust is gutted, noncompetes spread, and public money builds luxury towers. The Hand in Your Pocket Is Wearing a Cufflink The oldest magic trick in politics begins with a sigh and ends with your wallet. The sigh is theatrical, “What is happening to our great nation?”, and the wallet
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Genuflecting Giants: How the Right, the Media & Big Tech Bungled Their Own Catechism to Worship Trump’s Tiny Orbs
There’s a peculiar, humiliating ritual underway in Washington—and it’s not about crowns or scepters so much as knee-bends. The entire ecosystem of Republicans, big media empires, and corporations is tilting toward Donald Trump with a devotion that erases the very principles they once claimed as foundational. They weren’t just political allies—they were self-proclaimed guardians of
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The People’s House, Privately Bulldozed: How the East Wing Vanished While We Were Looking Away
Let’s start with the blunt fact: the East Wing of the White House—the entire public-facing half of the executive mansion—no longer exists. It’s gone. Not “under renovation,” not “under review,” but demolished. The Office of the First Lady, the Social Office, the Calligraphy Office, the Visitor Entrance, the East Colonnade, the Family Theater—flattened to rebar
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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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Amazon To Cut 600,000 Jobs: When They Offer You a Robot Berserker for Free Shipping
There’s a moment in every supposedly “innovative” company where the victory lap turns into a funeral procession—and for Amazon, the leaked plan to automate three-quarters of its operations and eliminate or avoid hiring over 600,000 U.S. jobs by 2033 marks the coffin nail. These aren’t little tweaks; internal strategy documents show the robotics team wants
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Trump’s Gilded Palace: The $250M White House Ballroom That Bulldozes History And Resembles What He’s Doing To the Country
Privately funded, process-dodging, and Rose Garden–erasing: a donor-built venue turning the people’s house into a pay-to-play stage while democracy waits behind the construction fence. The White House is supposed to be a workplace. Not a logo. Not a set. Not a gold-plated stage for a man who buys property and slaps his ugly name on
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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