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America’s New Age of Political Violence: Or, How to Lose Friends and Radicalize People
The Washington Post says we’ve entered “a new age of political violence.” How quaint of them to suggest there was ever an old age that ended. The difference, perhaps, is that now we livestream it, brand it with hashtags, and serve it to audiences like a Netflix series that never gets canceled. The latest episode
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Ceasefire, Interrupted: Israel Bombs the Meeting About Peace
There’s an old joke about Middle East negotiations: the closer the diplomats get to an agreement, the louder the bombs outside the hotel. On September 9, that punchline wrote itself when Israel decided the most efficient way to respond to Hamas’s leadership meeting in Doha—called to weigh a U.S.-backed ceasefire proposal—was to obliterate the venue
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When Drones Mistake Neighbors’ Airspace for Buffer Zone: NATO’s Midnight Wake-Up Call
Some stories write themselves; others are written at 3 a.m. by frantic air defense operators staring at radar screens while politicians rehearse their outrage in bathroom mirrors. The overnight drone incursion into Polish airspace belongs to the latter category, a saga of buzzing machinery, scrambled jets, and the uncomfortable realization that Article 4 of NATO
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107 Days of Recklessness: The Democrats Let Ego Write the Playbook
Kamala Harris has decided the best way to heal the wounds of 2024 is to re-open them in hardcover. 107 Days, her memoir about the hundred-odd days between Biden’s exit and her own defeat to Donald Trump, isn’t even out yet and already it has Democrats chewing the furniture. The headline excerpt: it was “recklessness”
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When Drones Mistake Neighbors’ Airspace for Buffer Zone: NATO’s Midnight Wake-Up Call
The Uninvited Nocturnal Ball Somewhere between the cosmic nudge of late evening and the brittle patience of dawn, something peculiar happened above Poland. Imagine a nocturne for air defense: an unexpected ballet of over 415 drones and more than 40 missiles gliding where they were neither invited nor expected. Just when Warsaw was narrowing its
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A Single Round, A Million Excuses: A Cultural Critique of the Assassination of Charlie Kirk
Let us convene, grim-eyed, on the manicured quads of Utah Valley University, where normalcy shattered into shards of ideological glass in a single, solitary moment: the death of a political firebrand, felled supposedly by a single bullet from a nearby building. That bullet—cold, precise, unembellished by flourish or bombast—reduces weeks, perhaps years, of incendiary rhetoric
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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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When the Shepherd Won’t Call the Hotline: The Gospel According to Mandatory Reporting
There is a special place in America’s theater of hypocrisy reserved for pastors who forget that “suffer the little children” was not meant as operational policy. This week, Gainesville’s Assemblies of God star, Pastor Mark Vega of Ignite Life Center, found himself in police custody, charged with the third-degree felony of knowingly and willfully failing
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The Birthday Book Blues: How Epstein’s Guest List Became Trump’s Latest Hallmark Special
America has always had a gift for taking the grotesque and wrapping it in party favors. We can turn a banking collapse into a Netflix documentary, a constitutional crisis into a coffee-table book, and now, Jeffrey Epstein’s rolodex into a “birthday book.” Imagine the scrapbooking aisle of Michael’s, but curated by Ghislaine Maxwell. This week,
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Tom Hanks, the Wokest Man Alive: How America Lost Its War Against Niceness
Once upon a time, the biggest threat Tom Hanks posed to national security was making every American cry in unison. Whether storming Omaha Beach or talking to a volleyball, Hanks specialized in weaponized empathy. He was our cinematic dad, our comfort-food patriot, the guy who could make a two-and-a-half-hour movie about the postal service (The