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We Learned Nothing From the 90s Internet Bubble: AI Is Going To Prematurely Ejaculate
There is something unsettling about watching the world’s most hyped technology industry behave exactly like every other bubble in history. You know the pattern: vast promises, endless capital, faith in new magical substance, followed by negligence of the plumbing, then collective shock when the bills hit. With AI right now we are already deep into
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The $100 K Trump Grift: How the H-1B Fee Doesn’t Solve the STEM Shortage, It Exports It
Picture this: the United States is a giant manufacturing plant filled with idle machinery, blinking warning lights and rusting gears. Somewhere, leadership is walking the floor with a cheery sign that says TALENT SHORTAGE. Meanwhile they close the door, raise the price for key workers, and then scratch their heads when the machines don’t run.
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The Algorithmic Conveyor Belt: How Rage Turns Policy Debate into an Antisemitic Pipeline
There is a truth so obvious that it remains invisible only because we are all scrolling. The American right has not simply flirted with anti-Jewish rhetoric; some of its most influential factions have fallen straight into it. But this descent is not spontaneous. It is mechanical, economic, engineered. It is what happens when an algorithm
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BBC Without a Head: A Public Broadcaster Tries to Walk a Tightrope While the Rope Is on Fire
There is a particular sound the British establishment makes when something goes wrong. It is not a gasp, or a groan, or even the gentle clatter of a teacup as it trembles in the saucer of constitutional decorum. It is the muffled thud of two top executives leaping overboard at the same time, followed by
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The Country Wanted a Trump Test of Chaos, So Let Them Have the Full Factory Tour
If the country insists on touching the stovetop again just to “make sure it’s still hot,” who am I to stand between a democracy and its favorite form of self-harm. There are moments in public life when you stop trying to warn people about the cliff and instead hand them binoculars so they can appreciate
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The Fifty Year Mortgage, Otherwise Known as “Homeownership, But Make It a Long Term Relationship With Your Bank
When vibes based housing policy meets compound interest and everyone pretends it is fine There comes a moment in every collapsing empire when someone proposes an idea so astonishing, so unintentionally revealing, that it deserves to be preserved in a glass case next to the artifacts of past civilizations that also tried financial innovation instead
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The Optimus Secession: Elon Musk Unveils the Robot That Will Replace Us, Rule Us, and Possibly Charge Us a Subscription Fee
A cyberpunk shareholder rave, a trillion dollar man, and a humanoid life form that will both eliminate poverty and make you its pet There are certain moments in history when you can feel the ground shift beneath your feet. The moon landing. The Berlin Wall. The first time someone uttered the phrase “live, laugh, love”
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Trump Says “Everything Is Fine” As The Cost Of Living Sky Rockets And Jobs Disappear
When reality raises the bill, you can gaslight the country or govern for it. Doing both is not a plan. The country knows the difference between a sales pitch and a receipt. We have been stuck in the pitch again, the kind where a leader tries to hypnotize prices into behaving by announcing that they
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The Trillion Dollar Man: Elon Musk and the Daily Allowance That Could Buy Civilization
Wealth inequality, vibes-based governance, and the shareholders who just voted themselves into a philosophy seminar I want you to picture something very simple. Something wholesome. Something that warms the heart. Imagine a grown man waking up every morning and receiving roughly two hundred seventy four million dollars as a daily allowance. Not annual. Not quarterly.
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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