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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 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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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
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Amazon To Cut 600,000 Jobs: When They Offer You a Robot Berserker for Free Shipping
There’s a moment in every supposedly “innovative” company where the victory lap turns into a funeral procession—and for Amazon, the leaked plan to automate three-quarters of its operations and eliminate or avoid hiring over 600,000 U.S. jobs by 2033 marks the coffin nail. These aren’t little tweaks; internal strategy documents show the robotics team wants
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Big Raid on Canal Street: When the Counterfeit Crackdown Looks More Like Occupation
There’s something disquieting about seeing dozens of federal agents—batons, rifles, zip-ties, armored vehicles—rolling onto a stretch of Manhattan known for knock-off handbags and street vendors, rather than insurgents. On October 21, 2025, in an operation that looked less like “intelligence-driven enforcement” and more like “military parade meets commerce,” ICE and a coalition of federal agencies
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Grift Nation: Inside the Cash Streams of a $0 Paycheck Trump Presidency
He brags he doesn’t take a salary, then turns the presidency into a cashback card with no limit—platform settlements, sovereign “gifts,” crypto windfalls, donor dinners, family funds, and hotel invoices humming like slot machines—daring the country to mistake a press release for ethics. He wants the zero to glow like a halo. He holds it
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I Like My Dallas Neat, With No ICE
There’s an old saying in Texas politics: if you can’t fix a problem, create a new one that sounds expensive. Enter Dallas Mayor Eric Johnson, a man so enamored with federal “partnerships” that he’s now trying to marry local policing to ICE, as if that’s the sequel anyone wanted. You’d think the recent ICE facility
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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 Algorithm Will See You Now: How YouTube Became Television’s Final Boss
There’s a poetic cruelty in watching television networks—once smug arbiters of American attention—now refreshing their own YouTube analytics like anxious creators in ring lights. For decades, they owned the living room. Now, they’re tenants, and the landlord’s name is YouTube. The deep dive is no longer theoretical: YouTube has eaten TV’s lunch, commandeered its dinner