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Freedom, Firewalls, and Freefall: How Trump’s Week in Power Looked Like a Season Finale Written by Kafka

There are weeks in American politics that feel like historical footnotes, and there are weeks that feel like the Constitution was left in a microwave. This one was the latter. By midweek, the Trump administration managed to detain a journalist, nationalize TikTok through a handshake with Xi, pay the military during a government shutdown, and
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Trump’s Biggest Win Isn’t in Court It’s in the Newsroom

As billionaire owners consolidate outlets and executives sand down the truth, America’s press swaps watchdog bite for brand-safe whispers while power tightens the faucet on facts. I keep a short list of American rituals that used to mean something: the Fourth of July, jury duty, and a headline that calls a thing what it is.
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Trump Is The Speaker of The House and Mike Johnson Forgot How to Speak

Somewhere between the Capitol dome and Mar-a-Lago, the People’s House misplaced its voice. The New York Times tried to call it “a portrait,” but it read more like an autopsy. Speaker Mike Johnson, the man theoretically third in line to the presidency, has kept the House out of session for most of the shutdown, spending
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Arctic Frostbite: How Trump’s DOJ Turned Revenge Into a Branch of Government

Some scandals melt under scrutiny. Others freeze time itself—like Operation Arctic Frost, the FBI’s now-infamous 2022 election-interference investigation that asked a few telecom companies for call logs and somehow got rebranded as the new Watergate. The facts were simple enough: the Bureau, approved at senior levels by Merrick Garland, Christopher Wray, and Lisa Monaco, used
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Demi Lovato Finally Made a Pop Album Without a Trigger Warning, and the Critics Don’t Know What to Do With It

Pop critics love pain. They love a tortured confessional, a sonic therapy session, a bruised soul whispering about recovery under a single spotlight. The worse the heartbreak, the higher the Metacritic score. So when Demi Lovato drops It’s Not That Deep, a thirty-minute joy bomb of synths, sweat, and self-acceptance, you can almost hear a




