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The Charlie Kirk Narrative Smells Like Yesterday’s Fox News Leftovers
Not a Conspiracy Theorist, Just a Smell Test Enthusiast I don’t wear tin foil hats. I don’t subscribe to newsletters about the Denver Airport being a Masonic portal to lizard people. I am not a conspiracy theorist. I follow the facts wherever they lead, even if they lead me to deeply inconvenient places like “Charlie
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The Blessing and Curse of Yelp Health Scores
There are few things more American than combining capitalism, technology, and shame. Enter Yelp health scores: the best invention in modern dining, and also the absolute worst. It’s the digital equivalent of peeking behind the kitchen door and realizing that your artisanal avocado toast was prepared six inches away from a cockroach the size of
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Twenty-Four Years Later: What We Should Have Learned from 9/11 (But Absolutely Didn’t)
The anniversary of September 11 rolls around every year like a fire alarm that no one bothers to silence anymore. We stop, we remember, we replay the grainy footage in our minds, and then—like a nation addicted to selective amnesia—we forget the one lesson we were supposed to have learned: unity. Not unity as in
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Charlie Kirk Assassination was a Travesty but Spare Us the Martyrdom
First, the only thing that should be easy to say I don’t condone political violence from anyone, toward anyone. A man was killed while speaking, a family lost their person, and that is a human tragedy before it is a headline. Full stop. It deserves grief, not grift. It deserves time to breathe, not instant
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iPhone 17 Air, Pro, and the Gospel of “Good Enough AI”: What Apple Really Sold You
Apple didn’t throw a pep rally for artificial intelligence. It staged a fashion show for rectangles. Four phones, one new tier, one very thin thesis: design, battery, camera—and then we’ll whisper “AI” like a kitchen appliance setting. The headline isn’t sentience. It’s silhouette. The new iPhone Air arrives as a sheet of resolve: 5.6 mm
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Welcome to the Two-Legged Economy: Health Care, Hotels, and Everyone Else on Crutches
America’s economy has always been a circus, but lately it feels like the trapeze act is down to two ropes. On September 7, 2025, after the latest jobs report limped across the stage, the spotlight revealed a recovery balanced precariously on just two legs: health care and hospitality. Everything else—manufacturing, construction, retail, logistics, white-collar offices—is
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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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Trump’s Bruised Hand, Swollen Ankles, and the Press That Forgot How to Ask Questions
On September 5, 2025, media critic Margaret Sullivan delivered what should’ve been obvious but somehow wasn’t: the mainstream press is tiptoeing around President Donald J. Trump’s health. Days have gone by without a sighting. When he does appear, the ankles look like someone stuffed dinner rolls into his socks, his hand is bruised like a
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The Jobs Report That Wasn’t a Crash, Just a Stall With the Seatbelt Light On
On September 5, 2025, the August jobs report landed like an anemic cough. U.S. nonfarm payrolls rose by a mere 22,000, a number so small you could tuck it into a single suburban warehouse and still have space for a pickleball court. The unemployment rate ticked up to 4.3%, the highest in nearly four years.
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Robert F. Kennedy Jr. vs. Science: The Senate Hearing That Doubled as a Public Health Funeral
On September 4, 2025, Robert F. Kennedy Jr.—yes, that Kennedy, now moonlighting as the nation’s Health and Human Services Secretary—sat before the Senate Finance Committee for a grilling so blistering it should’ve required SPF 100. What unfolded was three hours of bipartisan carnage, a hearing less about policy than about the collective horror of watching