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Comey: The DOJ Just Got Locked Out of Its Own Evidence Locker

When you raid a lawyer’s iCloud without reading the Fourth Amendment first, you end up with a restraining order and a very embarrassing weekend. It is a rare and beautiful thing to watch the Department of Justice trip over its own shoelaces in slow motion. Usually, the DOJ is the juggernaut, the unmovable object that
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The Avengers Assemble to Save Cinema from the Algorithm: Why Hollywood Just Sent an Anonymous Ransom Note to Congress

The call is coming from inside the beach house. A secret cabal of A-list directors is begging the government to stop Netflix from turning Warner Bros. into a content sludge factory, while the President tries to cast the winner like a reality show finale. There is a specific genre of panic that only exists in
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The People v. The Vengeance Machine: A Comedy of Errors with a Body Count

When a grand jury decides to go off-script, the director throws a chair. The most dangerous sound in a democracy isn’t a gunshot or a siren. It’s the polite cough of a grand jury in Norfolk, Virginia, looking at a prosecutor and effectively saying, “Yeah, we’re not gonna do that.” This week, something almost folkloric
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Pete Hegseth Should Have Stuck With Fox News

When the chain of command becomes a group chat, the only thing securing the nation is the battery life of Pete Hegseth’s iPhone. The modern theatre of war is no longer a dimly lit room filled with cigarette smoke and maps pushed around by grim-faced men in uniform. It is not the hushed, sterile environment
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The Canary Just Coughed Up Blood: Why a “Safe” Seat in Tennessee Is the GOP’s Chernobyl

When a twenty-two point lead shrinks to single digits, you don’t pop champagne; you check the foundation for termites. In the grandiose, self-mythologizing atlas of the Republican Party, Tennessee’s 7th Congressional District is supposed to be a fortress. It is drawn with the kind of jagged, protective geometry that ensures a generic conservative can sleepwalk
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The Myth of the “Good Old Days”: A Thanksgiving Toast to the Eras That Tried to Erase Us

We gather here today, in the warm glow of incandescent bulbs and familial obligation, to perform the sacred ritual of forced gratitude. The table is set. The turkey is dry. The cranberry sauce retains the ridges of the can, a gelatinous monument to industrial efficiency. And around the perimeter, a collection of relatives—some beloved, some



