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Trump’s Meme Administration: When the Government’s Group Chat Took Over the Country
Somewhere between the press briefing room and a Fortnite lobby, the machinery of American governance appears to have been replaced by a collection of preteens armed with official seals, a ring light, and an unhealthy relationship with social media validation. The official feeds of the White House, DOJ, Pentagon, and assorted Cabinet offices now read
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Let Them Eat Nothing: The SNAP Shutdown and the Epstein Ballroom
The White House East Wing is gone, ground to powder and carted off in dump trucks so that a privately funded, ninety-thousand-square-foot ballroom can rise in its place. Somewhere between the marble sketches and the gilded drapery orders, the president found time to cut off food aid for over forty million Americans. Marie Antoinette said
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Trump sold who the Pentagon? Inside America’s First Crowdfunded Military Payroll
There’s something exquisitely American about a shutdown that ends with the Pentagon passing a hat. Somewhere between a bake sale and a Bond villain subplot, the Department of Defense just accepted a $130 million “gift” from an anonymous donor—yes, a literal donation—to help pay soldiers’ salaries while the government remains closed for business. President Trump,
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Happy One Year Anniversary: Love in a Car, Love from Afar
Happy one-year anniversary to the man who changed everything. A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined how deeply two souls could fit together until I met you. From those first late-night talks that stretched until sunrise, to our road trips through deserts and coastlines, to the quiet mornings where life feels simple and right—you’ve shown
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Divide, Distract, Deregulate, Disappear: Your Anger Was Focus-Grouped
Culture-war noise keeps you busy while antitrust is gutted, noncompetes spread, and public money builds luxury towers. The Hand in Your Pocket Is Wearing a Cufflink The oldest magic trick in politics begins with a sigh and ends with your wallet. The sigh is theatrical, “What is happening to our great nation?”, and the wallet
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How to Rig an Election While Saying the Quiet Part Out Loud
It’s 2025, which means we’re back in the part of the American cycle where politicians stop pretending to govern and start designing the next democracy-themed escape room. The new blueprint—marketed, ironically, as Never Again 2020—isn’t a conspiracy theory or a master plan. It’s a step-by-step guide written in bureaucratic beige and marketed as “election integrity.”
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The People’s House, Privately Bulldozed: How the East Wing Vanished While We Were Looking Away
Let’s start with the blunt fact: the East Wing of the White House—the entire public-facing half of the executive mansion—no longer exists. It’s gone. Not “under renovation,” not “under review,” but demolished. The Office of the First Lady, the Social Office, the Calligraphy Office, the Visitor Entrance, the East Colonnade, the Family Theater—flattened to rebar
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The Red Scare Remix: Why “Democratic Socialism” Is Not Communism, and Capitalism Was Never Pure
There’s a certain irony in the fact that Americans can’t define “socialism” but they can sure yell it. It’s our national reflex: hear a policy that sounds vaguely public-minded, grab the nearest flag, and shout “Communism!” as if Khrushchev himself were hiding under your Medicare card. So let’s do something rare for this political century—define
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“You’re on Your Own, Kid”: The Chaos That Would Follow Killing the Affordable Care Act (Obamacare)
Picture it: You wake up tomorrow and the Affordable Care Act—the rickety scaffolding that keeps our health-care carnival from collapsing—has vanished overnight. No repeal-and-replace. No Medicare-for-All sequel. Just an empty folder where your coverage used to live, and a nation of 330 million people standing in line at CVS holding expired insurance cards and prayer
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Theocracy Is So 1095 AD: Why I Defend Your Right to Pray So I’m Free Not To
An atheist’s field guide to keeping the pulpit off the payroll and the state out of your soul I’m an atheist. Not the hat-throwing, slogan-on-a-bumper kind—more the “coffee, quiet, and a stubborn allergy to being preached at by anyone with a lanyard” variety. I have no congregation, no creed, and no appetite for a government-approved