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The GOP’s Youth Wing Texted Its Soul—and the Screenshots Are a Horror Film
Once upon a time, “Young Republicans” conjured up an image of overeager poli-sci majors in red ties quoting Reagan and networking over light beer. You know, the overconfident debate-team archetype—annoying, yes, but largely harmless. Fast-forward to 2025, and Politico has dropped a leak that proves the next generation of GOP leadership is less “country club
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The Death of Facts: How Ring Wing America Replaced Reality with Programming
There was a time, not all that long ago, when America had one reality. It wasn’t perfect, but at least it was shared. We all tuned in to Walter Cronkite or Peter Jennings or Dan Rather. The evening news would come on, everyone would collectively lower their voices, and for thirty blessed minutes the country
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The Last WTF: Marc Maron, Barack Obama, and the Funeral for American Adulthood
There’s a particular tone you can hear only in the voice of a man who has seen the apocalypse, accepted it, and still shows up for soundcheck. Marc Maron has been that voice for sixteen years—equal parts therapy session, post-mortem, and open-mic confession booth—and on October 13, 2025, he turned off the mic for good.
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Trump’s The Art of the Steal: Biden Got 105 Israeli Hostages Released With First Ceasefire
In international diplomacy, plagiarism usually comes in subtler forms. A reworded communique here, a borrowed talking point there, maybe a flag repositioned in front of the podium to make it look like something new. But leave it to Donald Trump to turn global peacemaking into the intellectual equivalent of copying someone else’s term paper and
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Russia Doesn’t Find Tomahawks Amus: Trump’s War of Revelation
It begins, as all global crises now do, with a push notification and an open microphone. President Donald Trump, standing at a White House podium flanked by flags and self-importance, threatened to send Tomahawk missiles to Ukraine unless Vladimir Putin “ended the invasion immediately.” In Trump’s world, diplomacy is performance art—equal parts bluster, bluff, and
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When the Cult of Personality Goes Biblical: Trump as the Antichrist (From An Atheist Who Doesn’t Believe in Such Things)
There’s an old superstition that when the world begins to eat itself, a showman appears to tell it the apocalypse is just a ratings opportunity. Even if you don’t believe in God, hell, or horned beasts rising from the sea, you have to admit that Donald Trump’s recent “peace deal” in the Middle East reads
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Trump’s America Rediscovers Measles and Other 19th-Century Hobbies
Congratulations, America. We’ve finally done it. We’ve brought back a disease that modern medicine already defeated when bell-bottoms were still a gleam in disco’s eye. Somewhere, Jonas Salk is shaking his head in the afterlife, muttering, “I leave you people alone for sixty years and you start playing Oregon Trail again.” According to NPR, the
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Orwell Meets New Trump Reality: 2 + 2 = Whatever the Algorithm Says
Somewhere between your tenth doomscroll of the morning and your third attempt to remember which war we’re supposed to care about this week, PBS quietly aired the most important documentary of the decade — Raoul Peck’s Orwell: 2+2=5 — and almost no one noticed, because there wasn’t a trailer trending on TikTok. It’s a film
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JD Vance and George Stephanopoulos: Cut to Commercial The New Language of Transparency
It’s a rare thing to see George Stephanopoulos lose patience. The man has survived a decade of D.C. gaslighting and several hundred Trump surrogates without cracking. But on This Week, the famously unflappable anchor finally snapped. He’d spent five full minutes trying to extract a yes or no answer from Vice President JD Vance about
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The AI Bubble Is Eating the Economy Alive (and Still Asking for Dessert)
There’s a fine line between innovation and collective delusion, and we are currently sprinting across it in a pair of $2,000 AI-branded sneakers financed at 22 percent APR. Fortune’s latest interview with Morgan Stanley Wealth Management CIO Lisa Shalett reads less like financial analysis and more like a desperate intervention at an industry support group.