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Jim Acosta Interviews AI-Generated Shooting Victim, and Journalism Finally Eats Its Own Soul

here’s a point at which “innovative” stops meaning forward-thinking and starts meaning we ran out of shame. We are well past that point. Journalism’s job is to speak to the living, hold the powerful accountable, and honor the dead with accuracy and dignity. This? This is puppeteering the dead for clicks, calling it progress, and…
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Breadlines With Ballistics: On Aid, Optics, and the Math of Looking Away

There’s a certain kind of silence that only exists in a crowd waiting for food. It’s not quiet—nothing about hunger is quiet—but it has an agreed-upon hush, a choreography of patience. Bodies stand still because moving burns calories you don’t have. Eyes scan for motion because motion means a truck, a crate, a whisper that
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Mickey Mouse Buys the World: A Love Letter to Disney’s Hostile Embrace

Some people collect stamps. Some people collect vinyl. Disney? They collect entire cultural ecosystems, slot them into a vault, slap a mouse-shaped watermark on the front, and charge you $14.99 a month to visit your own memories. When the history of modern capitalism is written, there will be a whole chapter titled The Seven Deadly
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Bayou Bargain: Louisiana Cuts a $9 Million Check for a Bullet in the Back

Sometimes they give out Mardi Gras beads. Louisiana also gives out multimillion-dollar settlements for police misconduct. Different kind of souvenir, same sense of “well, this is just how we do things down here.” The headline was crisp and bureaucratic: Louisiana agrees to a $9 million settlement with a man shot in the back by a
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Kelly Clarkson’s Pause Button: When Life, Love, and Vegas Neon All Go Dim

Las Vegas is built on the illusion that nothing ever stops. The lights don’t dim, the wheels don’t stop spinning, and the only real clock in the room is the one on your phone reminding you that you can’t afford another round. It’s the city of constant motion—until Kelly Clarkson presses pause.
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The Day America Put Its Wallet on Airplane Mode

It’s August 9th, and somewhere in the depths of a Facebook group with 36 admins and one uncle named Gary, The People’s Union USA has declared a nationwide economic blackout. The instructions are simple: buy only essentials. No lattes. No Amazon impulse “must-haves” at 2 a.m. No Sephora “just to look.” Today, we flex our…



