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THE FORTY DAY SHUTDOWN THAT TAUGHT US NOTHING EXCEPT HOW FAST A SPINE CAN DISSOLVE
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that settles into the bones after a shutdown. Not the temporary kind that passes with a nap and a glass of water. The deeper kind. The kind that feels like a national hangover where the entire country wakes up at once and asks the same question in chorus:
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Chuck Schumer Shows He Holds His Caucus Very Loosely Pissing On Those That Voted For Them On Tuesday
The Senate has always been a place where courage checks its coat at the door and puts on someone else’s name tag. This week it walked out entirely, leaving a pile of garments on the floor like a supernatural event in a Christian melodrama about the Rapture. The only people missing from the supernatural metaphor
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Democratic Masterclass: How To Lose A Win In Washington
The shutdown was a test of priorities. Democrats chose speed over substance, Republicans chose leverage over food, and the math of Rule XXII did the rest. The country just lived through a civics lesson that felt like a stress test. After forty days of a government shutdown that reached into kitchens, baggage claims, and clinic
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The Shutdown That Ate Democracy’s Homework: A Love Letter to Gridlock, Delusion, and the Filibuster Fetishists
There is a certain kind of American absurdity that only blossoms when the government is closed, the airports are melting down, and someone in the Senate has started speaking of the filibuster as if it is a religious relic discovered deep beneath the floor of the Capitol. You can almost set your watch by it.
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Welcome to Senate Doomscrolling: Why 2026 Is a Democratic Nightmare and 2028 Is the Sequel No One Survives
In American politics, hope springs eternal, but the Senate map springs something closer to gastrointestinal distress. Democrats already understand the 2026 landscape is bleak. What they have not fully absorbed is that 2028 is worse, the kind of worse that makes you stare into the middle distance like a Victorian widow holding a folded flag.
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The Lone Star Shake Up: Why Jasmine Crockett Should Make Texas Sweat in 2026
If you listen closely, you can already hear it. That low, metallic clank coming from somewhere beneath the marble floors of Capitol Hill. That is the sound of John Cornyn’s confidence dropping into the storm drain as Texans begin whispering an idea so dangerous, so electrifying, so beautifully unhinged that it deserves its own early
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Trump’s Newest Budget Airline: Governance by Hostage Situation
When starving people didn’t work, Republicans threatened to ground the planes, cancel the flights, and blame the weather Let us begin with the great civic mystery of our era. Why does this government, allegedly created to protect life, liberty, and a functioning transportation system, keep behaving like a discount airline CEO who learned management from
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The Parliamentarian of My Heart: Crying at the AIDS Memorial While Nancy Pelosi Retires from Saving the Republic
A farewell love letter to the woman who governed like a mother of five who never had time for your nonsense I start this story the way all sensible political elegies should start: on my knees at the National AIDS Memorial Grove in San Francisco, crying hard enough that a tourist couple asked whether I
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The Prosecutor Who Wasn’t There: Trump’s DOJ, James Comey, and the Case of the Missing Lawful Appointment
At some point, the Department of Justice stopped pretending to be about justice and started acting like a casting call for vengeance. This week, a federal judge finally noticed. In the Trump Justice Department’s long-running revenge play against former FBI Director James Comey, the court pressed pause—not on the facts, not on the charges, but
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The Morning After the Wave: Trump’s Truth Social Tantrum and the Art of Governing by Gripe
There is a sound that follows defeat, and it is not silence. It is the clattering of a smartphone in the small hours, the electronic cough of a man refreshing his own reflection. The morning after Democrats’ big wins, while New York was still sweeping up confetti and poll workers were still drinking reheated coffee,