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When Separation of Powers Becomes Separation Anxiety
The Supreme Court has once again reminded us that the Constitution is less a sacred text and more a choose-your-own-adventure paperback where one ending includes civil liberties and the other ends with Donald Trump auditioning for The Apprentice: Federal Agencies Edition. On September 22, 2025, the Court—in a tidy little 6–3 order—handed President Trump what
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Everyone Knows Trump Administration Are Crooks. Trump Just Posted Watergate Online—Then Deleted It
Donald Trump has always been good at one thing: saying the quiet part out loud. In another era, a president who leaned on his attorney general to prosecute political enemies would’ve done it in smoke-filled rooms, tucked between Nixonian “deep six the tapes” orders and plausible deniability. But Trump, bless his broken filter, skipped the
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Charlie Kirk: The First Time the GOP Has Cared About a School Shooting
They say tragedy unites. They also say power corrupts. In America right now, we’re seeing how the former becomes the latter—fast. Because in the days following Charlie Kirk’s assassination, Republicans escalated their post-martyr politics from solemn resolutions in Congress all the way into statehouses, into speech bills, statues, free speech holidays, and threats of passport
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The President as Prosecutor-in-Chief: A Republic If You Can Keep It
If you thought American democracy was fragile before, buckle up. On September 20, 2025, President Donald Trump took to his beloved sandbox, Truth Social, and delivered what can only be described as a digital tantrum dressed up as a presidential directive. “JUSTICE MUST BE SERVED, NOW!!!” he thundered, typing like a Red Bull–fueled intern at
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The Prosecutor Who Wouldn’t Bend (and the President Who Couldn’t Tolerate It)
The American legal system prides itself on independence, impartiality, and the quaint notion that prosecutorial decisions are made in courtrooms, not at golf resorts. But on September 19, 2025, Washington delivered another episode of its long-running tragicomedy: Erik Siebert, interim U.S. attorney for the Eastern District of Virginia, resigned. His crime? Not mortgage fraud, not
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Trump’s War on the Press: Now With 97% More Whining
America, pull up a chair, because the President has once again declared war on the one enemy that never invaded him, never stormed his casinos, and never ghosted him on Tinder: the press. Yes, the man who built his political career by calling CNN “fake news” has decided the time has come to escalate from
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Tea With a Tyrant: Windsor’s Strange Embrace of Trump
There’s a certain absurdity in watching Windsor Castle—the jewel of British tradition, the fortress of continuity, the ceremonial stage for centuries of kings and queens—open its gates to Donald J. Trump. The guards stand crisp in scarlet, the horses gleam, the trumpets blare, and the red carpet stretches out like a nation’s sigh of approval.
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First They Came for Free Speech: Jimmy Kimmel, Stephen Colbert, and America’s Fascist Curtain Call
Picture this: you’re sitting on your couch, remote in hand, waiting for Jimmy Kimmel to make a joke about Marjorie Taylor Greene’s latest word salad. Instead, you’re greeted by a rerun of one of their other really shitty shows—not because ABC thinks pratfalls are funnier than politics, but because the Federal Communications Commission, under Brendan
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The Charlie Kirk Narrative Smells Like Yesterday’s Fox News Leftovers
Not a Conspiracy Theorist, Just a Smell Test Enthusiast I don’t wear tin foil hats. I don’t subscribe to newsletters about the Denver Airport being a Masonic portal to lizard people. I am not a conspiracy theorist. I follow the facts wherever they lead, even if they lead me to deeply inconvenient places like “Charlie
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The Eternal Gravity of Shit: Why Hierarchy Is Humanity’s Favorite Hobby
We like to tell ourselves that human beings are noble, empathetic creatures. We write novels about kindness, sing songs about love, build religions around compassion. But spend thirty seconds in line at Starbucks or thirty minutes Doordashing lukewarm Chipotle to someone in yoga pants, and the truth hits you in the face like a soggy