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Fascism, ‘Woke,’ and $7 Lattes: How We Got Played While the Billionaires Cashed In
From immigration panics to crime bait, the outrage machine drowns out the boring policies that actually save you money. A love letter to boring policies in a country addicted to feelings “Kitchen table issues” sounds like a placemat you forgot to rinse. It lands in the brain like a PSA about flossing. Everyone nods at
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Blood, Synergy, and Severance: How Paramount Skydance Turned Layoffs Into a Business Model
There’s a certain elegance to corporate cruelty when it’s delivered in PowerPoint. The font is soothing, the charts are blue, and the word “transformation” is used at least three times before anyone says “job cuts.” Paramount Skydance, the newly merged media hydra now helmed by David Ellison, has decided that the best way to impress
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The Crown and the Comb-Over: Trump’s Tragic Game of Thrones Cosplay Just In Time For No Kings Day
There’s a certain poetry to watching a man confuse his own delusion for destiny. Donald J. Trump, reality television’s answer to a Greek tragedy, seems to believe he’s Daenerys Targaryen: the wronged ruler, exiled from his throne, fated to return on the backs of dragons—or in his case, a fleet of golf carts wrapped in
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Trump Justice Department’s Loyalty Program: Prosecuting Critics for Points
There’s something almost admirable about the efficiency of it all. America’s justice system, once the weary guardian of impartial law, now runs like a Vegas rewards app for political vendettas. Axios’ reporting on the “enemies to defendants” scoreboard inside Trump’s Justice Department reads like dystopian fan fiction written by a disbarred screenwriter who found QAnon
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The Moral Collapse of MAGA: How Hitler Memes Became Conservative Icebreakers
There’s a certain nausea in watching a nation re-enact its own moral autopsy and call it performance art. You scroll through Politico’s leak of the “Young Republicans” group chat, where grown men with government titles type “I love Hitler” like it’s an inside joke at a frat mixer, and then you flip to The Atlantic’s
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The Emperor Wears No Clothes—And Everyone Pretends They Don’t See It: How Trump’s Harshest Critics Became His Choir
There’s something disorienting about watching people who once called Donald Trump a national emergency now speak of him as though he were a misunderstood prophet in golf cleats. The same mouths that used to choke on his name now spit-polish it with reverence. Meghan McCain, Megyn Kelly, Marco Rubio, JD Vance, Lindsey Graham, Ted Cruz,
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Is America Replaying 1930s Germany? Trump, Fascism, and the Creep We Pretend Not to See
I remember sitting in history class as a kid and staring at the photos they always brought out for the chapter on Germany, the ones with the flags and the straight lines and the faces that were either rapturous or empty, and thinking how did they let this happen. I was convinced there must have
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We Fought a War to Get Rid of Kings—Then MAGA Crowned One #NoKings
There’s something almost poetic about America’s amnesia. We were born from rebellion, baptized in the fires of anti-monarchy, raised on pamphlets that screamed no man is above the law. We once dumped tea in harbors and bled on battlefields to escape the tyranny of kings. And now, two and a half centuries later, millions of
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Top Secret, Do Not Forward: The Bolton Doctrine of National Security Scrapbooking
The federal government has finally located the one man in Washington who can make Donald Trump’s document crimes look like a Marie Kondo project. His name, once again, is John R. Bolton—a man whose mustache has seen more classified briefings than most senators. According to a newly unsealed federal indictment in Maryland, Bolton, the hawkish
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Trump’s Failing Ceasefire That’s Cosplaying As A Peace Plan
At the midpoint between “mission accomplished” and “please hold,” the Gaza ceasefire now lives in the liminal space where optimism is just fatigue wearing better clothes. Cameras caught the handshakes, the solemn statements, the flags arranged like theater props—but now the applause has faded, and the work has begun to creak under its own paperwork.