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The Rust Belt “Renaissance” Is Just a Going-Out-of-Business Sale in Disguise
Eight months ago, we were promised a manufacturing miracle. We were told, with the kind of decibel level usually reserved for monster truck rallies, that aggressive import taxes would be the adrenaline shot that brought American factories “roaring back” to life. The logic was simple, loud, and beautifully wrong: slap a tariff on everything that
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Trump Wants His 1998 Back: Why ‘Rush Hour 4’ Is Now a Matter of National Security
We often tell ourselves that power is about nuclear codes, interest rates, and the invisible hand that moves aircraft carriers across the chessboard of the Pacific. But in the twilight of the American empire, power is apparently the ability to force a major Hollywood studio to greenlight a buddy cop sequel that nobody asked for
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Legally Bland: How the Trump DOJ Tried to Cast Lindsey Halligan as a Prosecutor and Forgot to Read the Script
We have spent the last two decades treating the movie Legally Blonde as a lighthearted rom-com, but in the year 2025, it has revealed itself to be a prophetic warning about the dangers of underestimating a woman with a plan. The central thesis of that film, beneath the pink sequins and the scented résumé, was
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The Heritage Foundation: The Think Tank That Stopped Thinking to Survive
The Heritage Foundation was once the cerebral cortex of the American Right. For decades, it was the place where guys in bow ties wrote 900-page white papers on enterprise zones and missile defense systems, confident that Ronald Reagan would read the executive summary and change the world. It was a factory for “ideas”—dry, often heartless,
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The Art of the Un-Deal: How Trump’s “Secret” Plan to Save Obamacare Imploded Before the Teleprompter Was Loaded
The most defining characteristic of the second Trump administration is not its malevolence, nor its incompetence, but its profound and unending awkwardness. We are constantly forced to watch the political equivalent of a man trying to high-five someone who is actively tying their shoe. This dynamic reached a crescendo of cringe this week when the
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INVALID Paperwork of Tyranny: When the Revenge Tour Trips Over the Help Wanted Sign
The central tragedy of the modern authoritarian is that eventually, someone has to fill out a form. You can stand on a podium and scream about retribution until your voice gives out. You can promise to rain fire and fury on your enemies. You can draft lists of traitors and fantasize about televised tribunals. But
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Red Scare 8.0: How Idiots Still Don’t Understand The Difference Between Socialism and Communism
Why You Should Probably Google Words Before You Scream Them at Thanksgiving Dinner Welcome, patriots, comrades, and confused centrists. Grab a beverage—preferably one produced by a worker-owned cooperative or a ruthless multinational conglomerate, depending on your vibe—because we are about to embark on a journey. A journey into the heart of darkness. By “darkness,” I
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How Trump’s “Peace Plan” Turned Ukraine into a Real Estate Distressed Asset
The modern history of diplomacy is usually written in treaties, summits, and carefully worded communiqués hammered out by people who know the difference between a demilitarized zone and a zoning variance. But the history of the second Trump administration is being written in term sheets. On November 21, 2025, the world learned exactly what happens
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The Ring Is in the Dishwasher, but the Marriage Is in the Sewer: Why Usha Vance Might Finally Be Tired of the MAGA Casting Call
There is a specific genre of political theater that plays out in the unspoken spaces of a marriage, a silent drama usually reserved for the frantic final act of a melodramatic screenplay. But recently, that drama has spilled out onto the campaign trail and into the glossy pages of People magazine, centering on the ring
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No Good Deed and the Critics: Why ‘Wicked’ Is the Tragedy We Deserve
The lights went down in the theater, and for a brief moment, the collective anxiety of the world—the elections, the economy, the general sense that we are living in the final season of a poorly written reality show—suspended itself in the dark. I sat there with Matthew, my fiance and designated emotional anchor, and our