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The United States of Amnesia: Importing the European Nursing Home Model to Save the Snowflakes
When the goal is to turn a dynamic superpower into a gated community for the frightened, you end up importing the stagnation along with the prejudice. There is a specific kind of architectural madness currently gripping the West Wing, a design flaw in the blueprint of the new American century that would be laughable if
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Olivia Nuzzi’s American Canto: The Art of Selling a Scandal Without Actually Selling the Goods
When the memoir is less a reckoning and more a press release written in the font of a nervous breakdown. The collapse of a reputation in Washington usually follows a predictable physics. There is the initial transgression, followed by the frantic denial, the inevitable leak of digital receipts, the forced resignation, and finally the exile
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Zuckerberg Poaches Apple’s Alan Dye to Teach the Metaverse How to Feel (Or At Least How to Fake It)
The biggest transfer in tech isn’t about hardware. It is about Mark Zuckerberg paying top dollar for the one thing he can’t code: vibes. The announcement video looked less like a corporate hiring update and more like the trailer for a film about a brooding architect who accidentally invents a soul. There was Mark Zuckerberg,
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The Canary Just Coughed Up Blood: Why a “Safe” Seat in Tennessee Is the GOP’s Chernobyl
When a twenty-two point lead shrinks to single digits, you don’t pop champagne; you check the foundation for termites. In the grandiose, self-mythologizing atlas of the Republican Party, Tennessee’s 7th Congressional District is supposed to be a fortress. It is drawn with the kind of jagged, protective geometry that ensures a generic conservative can sleepwalk
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The Red Fortress Leak: Why a Tennessee “Squeaker” Is the GOP’s Worst Nightmare
When a twenty-point lead evaporates into the margin of error, it is no longer an election but a structural stress test for a party running on fumes. In the sanitized, color-coded maps of American political strategy, certain districts are not supposed to be battlegrounds. They are supposed to be fiefdoms. They are the deep-red bastions
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The MRI of Dorian Gray: A Medical Mystery Tour in the Age of Trump
We have reached the stage of the American presidency that can best be described as “Medical Gaslighting as Performance Art.” It is a genre of political theater where the lead actor is clearly limping, the makeup is applied with a trowel to hide the pallor, and the press office insists that the audience is hallucinating
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The Board of Directors for Reality™: How Seven Men Bought the Sky and Sold Us the Weather
We operate under a shared and comforting delusion that the “public square” is a real place. We imagine it as a civic commons, a dusty but noble agora where ideas clash, truth eventually rises to the top like cream, and the collective will of the people is forged in the fires of debate. This is
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The Kingpin’s Pardon: Why the War on Drugs Only Applies to People Without a Motorcade
The American capacity for cognitive dissonance is usually impressive. It is the engine that keeps the suburbs quiet and the stock market humming. But on November 28, 2025, President Donald Trump decided to test the structural integrity of that engine by pouring sugar, sand, and a few gallons of high-grade cocaine directly into the gas
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The Emperor Has No Stamina: How the “High Energy” Presidency Became a Part-Time Job
The defining myth of Donald Trump’s political existence has always been a biological impossibility. He sold us the idea that he was a genetic marvel, a man who required no sleep, subsisted on fast food, and possessed a battery life that defied the laws of thermodynamics. He mocked his opponents as “low energy,” “sleepy,” and
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The Myth of the “Good Old Days”: A Thanksgiving Toast to the Eras That Tried to Erase Us
We gather here today, in the warm glow of incandescent bulbs and familial obligation, to perform the sacred ritual of forced gratitude. The table is set. The turkey is dry. The cranberry sauce retains the ridges of the can, a gelatinous monument to industrial efficiency. And around the perimeter, a collection of relatives—some beloved, some