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Watchdog? More Like Watchdogged: The Tanking of Trump’s “Nazi-Streak” Nominee
You’d think after a year of government face-plants, someone in Trump’s orbit might nominate a watchdog who didn’t actively bite democracy. Instead, the White House delivered Paul Ingrassia—a 30-year-old law school graduate with the résumé depth of a TikTok bio—to run the Office of Special Counsel, the federal agency designed to protect whistleblowers and keep
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Grift Nation: Inside the Cash Streams of a $0 Paycheck Trump Presidency
He brags he doesn’t take a salary, then turns the presidency into a cashback card with no limit—platform settlements, sovereign “gifts,” crypto windfalls, donor dinners, family funds, and hotel invoices humming like slot machines—daring the country to mistake a press release for ethics. He wants the zero to glow like a halo. He holds it
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The Commander in Brief: How Trump v. Illinois Might Create A Trump Army
It’s a strange moment in the American experiment when the question before the Supreme Court is whether the President can send troops to Chicago because someone held up a sign too close to an ICE office. But here we are: Trump v. Illinois, a case that could turn the National Guard into the president’s personal
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The Ministry of Make-Believe: Karoline Leavitt and the Art of the Manufactured Enemy
There’s a rhythm to authoritarianism, and Karoline Leavitt has perfect pitch. Every press secretary inherits a tone from the boss they serve, but Leavitt’s isn’t mere mimicry. It’s weaponized performance—an acceleration of Trumpism’s original sin: confusing cruelty for clarity. The job isn’t to inform. It’s to injure with flair, to convert talking points into shrapnel,
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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
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Fascism, ‘Woke,’ and $7 Lattes: How We Got Played While the Billionaires Cashed In
From immigration panics to crime bait, the outrage machine drowns out the boring policies that actually save you money. A love letter to boring policies in a country addicted to feelings “Kitchen table issues” sounds like a placemat you forgot to rinse. It lands in the brain like a PSA about flossing. Everyone nods at
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Ceasefire on Tap: How Gaza’s “Pause” Turned Into a Sistema of Suspended Violence
There’s a baffling rhythm to modern war: the violence pauses, the cameras blink once, and the scoreboard resets—but nothing actually changes. On October 17, after Israeli officials claimed Hamas fighters killed two Israeli soldiers near Rafah and breached the U.S.–brokered truce, Israel launched what it called its heaviest wave of post-ceasefire airstrikes—targeting tunnels, weapons sites,
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Trump the Wannabe King and the Sludge: A Royal Flush from the Sky of Delusion
Some men crave legacy. Others crave power. And then there are those who crave the cinematic experience of dumping digital sewage on protesters while “Danger Zone” blares in the background. Donald J. Trump, patron saint of grievance and green screen, has once again redefined leadership—not as the art of governance, but as a content genre.
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Soap Operas, Talk Show Thrones, and the Gospel According to Drew Barrymore
There’s a special kind of American optimism in handing out golden statues while the world burns. On October 17, the 52nd Daytime Emmy Awards beamed from the Pasadena Civic Auditorium, where a theater full of people in sequins and spray tans cheered for the institutions that have taught us to cry at noon, gossip at