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Operation Meme Force: Patriot 2.0 and the Theater of Fear
Boston woke up to the sound of sirens and shoe leather on pavement. It wasn’t a fire, or a parade, or even a Red Sox win worth storming the streets for. It was coordinated ICE raids—marketed by the Department of Homeland Security under the charming name Patriot 2.0. Nothing says “land of the free” like…
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When the Sky Itself Becomes a Weapon
Overnight into September 7, 2025, Russia treated Ukraine not to diplomacy, not to dialogue, but to the largest aerial assault of the war. Eight hundred drones and decoys. A dozen-odd missiles. A Cabinet of Ministers building in Kyiv set ablaze like a grotesque fireworks finale. Ukraine says it intercepted the vast majority. But when the…
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The Man Who Shot Down Shots: Robert F. Kennedy Jr. and the Public Health Hunger Games
The curtain was finally pulled back on the chaos at the heart of American public health. And behind it wasn’t a wizard, or even a bureaucrat in a lab coat. It was Robert F. Kennedy Jr.—HHS Secretary, anti-vaccine crusader turned federal kingpin of medicine, and proof that if you complain loudly enough about mercury in…
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The Department of Defense Is Dead. Long Live the Department of War.
On September 5, 2025, President Donald J. Trump signed an executive order that rebranded the Department of Defense as the “Department of War.” It was the kind of move that sounds like a late-night Onion headline but instead became federal reality, complete with Pete Hegseth introducing himself on Fox & Friends the next morning as…
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IFA 2025: Robot Butlers, Candy Lights, and the Vacuum That Climbed a Stair
The Germans know how to stage a fair. Beer festivals, Christmas markets, auto expos that smell like ambition and diesel. But from September 5–9, 2025, Berlin’s IFA did its best impression of an everything-everywhere-all-at-once TikTok feed, vomiting gadgets at the masses until the only logical reaction was to stand slack-jawed and mutter, “Wait—did that vacuum…
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Silence, Thumbs-Up, and the Gospel of Conditional Love
My family has been estranged from me for most of my life. That word—estranged—sounds tidy, like it was a clean break. It wasn’t. It was a thousand little cuts, quiet exiles, and whispered reminders that I was never going to belong. I never really fit there. Maybe it was who I was. Maybe it was…