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No Good Deed and the Critics: Why ‘Wicked’ Is the Tragedy We Deserve
The lights went down in the theater, and for a brief moment, the collective anxiety of the world—the elections, the economy, the general sense that we are living in the final season of a poorly written reality show—suspended itself in the dark. I sat there with Matthew, my fiance and designated emotional anchor, and our
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The Bat-Signal for Partisan Hacks: Texas Begs Alito to Save the Gerrymander
The frantic energy currently radiating from the Texas Governor’s Mansion is not the result of a grid emergency or a sudden concern for the welfare of the state’s foster children. It is the specific, high-pitched frequency of political desperation. On November 20, the state’s leadership, spearheaded by Governor Greg Abbott and Attorney General Ken Paxton,
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The Privacy of Arsonists: Why Congressional Seditionists Are Suddenly Worried About Their Data Plans
The modern American Senator is a creature of profound, almost biological delicacy. They are capable of summoning a mob to the steps of the Capitol, feeding that mob a steady diet of existential dread and lies, and then, when the glass breaks and the tear gas clears, they are capable of weeping softly because someone
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Stream, Scream, or Starve: Why the Warner Bros. Fire Sale Is About to Double Your Bill and Kill Your News
The carcass of Warner Bros. Discovery is currently twitching on the auction block, and the sharks are circling with the dead-eyed precision of algorithms that have already decided your subscription price is too low. It is a scene of grim corporate inevitability, a garage sale of American culture where the items on offer are not
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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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404 Unemployment Not Found: The BLS Just Canceled the October Jobs Report and Ghosted the Recession
The Month That Never Was: How the Government Just Deleted Your Job Loss From History The official story of the American economy is no longer a narrative of numbers or a collection of data points. It has become a theological exercise. On November 19, 2025, the Bureau of Labor Statistics made history in the quietest,
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Trump and Putin’s The Art of the Steal: How a Condo Developer and a Kremlin Banker Just “Solved” Ukraine
The modern history of diplomacy is usually written in treaties, summits, and carefully worded communiqués. But the history of the Trump administration is written in term sheets. On November 19, 2025, the world learned exactly what happens when you outsource geopolitics to a real estate developer and a sovereign wealth fund manager. The Guardian revealed
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The Bone Saw and the Trump Red Carpet: How to Wash an Autocrat in Public
The spectacle of a state visit, under ordinary circumstances, is meant to signal diplomatic strength and mutual respect. Under Donald Trump, however, it becomes a transactional performance, a public washing machine designed to scrub away the stains of documented atrocities. The recent arrival of Saudi Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, or MBS, for his first
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The Trump Justice Department That Forgot What Justice Means
When a federal judge starts using phrases like “disturbing pattern” and “extraordinary remedy,” you know the plot has wandered into banana republic territory with better-funded lawyers. There are weeks in American political life when the news arrives in polite increments, like a series of thoughtfully placed postcards. And then there are the weeks when the
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When MAGA Meets Mellow: The Day the GOP Declared War on Weed and Lost a Turning Point Influencer to the Void
Nothing says ideological clarity like Mitch McConnell banning hemp while a Turning Point USA ambassador swears off voting because Dad’s gummies are now contraband. Political eras usually end with a whimper. Occasionally they end with a thunderclap. And every now and then, they collapse in on themselves like a dying star made of irony, grievance,