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When the Crime Rate Falls, Call in the Troops
Washington, D.C. is enjoying its lowest violent crime levels in over thirty years. The data says so: a 35% drop in 2024, another 26% decline so far in 2025. Homicide is down. Robbery is down. Carjackings are down. The FBI and DOJ dashboards are practically waving at us with little “congratulations, you survived the nineties”…
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Democracy, Sushi, and the Border Patrol: A California Tragedy in Three Acts
This wasn’t just an optics mess. It was the full collision of American contradictions: California progressivism on stage, federal authoritarianism in the wings, and a museum built on history’s wounds forced into a cameo role. But Newsom understood the assignment. Trump may love chaos, but Newsom knows how to surf it. And on that plaza…
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The Dust in the Sunlight: Why I Stopped Waiting and Hit Publish
Thank you for being here—for reading to the bottom, for believing longform isn’t dead, for understanding that the dust in the sunlight is not failure but evidence. Evidence that we’ve been moving, living, changing the air. These books are my evidence. I hope one of them becomes yours.
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Gavin Newsom Out-Trumps Trump: When the Roast Becomes Policy
Gavin Newsom didn’t just out-Trump Trump—he built a trap out of Trump’s own ego, baited it with a meme, and then invited the press to watch the door swing shut. The danger is that once you start playing Trump’s game, you’re bound by his rules, and those rules are simple: Always make it bigger, louder,…
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The Hunting Wives and Why I Loved It: A Satirical Love Letter
The Hunting Wives doesn’t just watch you—it pulls you into its velvet vortex and dares you to escape. It’s not refined; it’s refined chaos. We’re diving into this unpredictable, morally acute carnival not out of taste, but obsession. Because when a show can be queer, kinky, satirical, and absurdly bingeable all at once—you don’t love…
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Ken Paxton vs. The Great Texas Hide-and-Seek Championships
Some states have political disagreements. Others have lawsuits. Texas, however, prefers its disputes served with an extra-large glass of iced tea, a dash of high drama, and a courtroom appearance that smells faintly of barbecue smoke and contempt of decorum. The latest entry into this Lone Star political rodeo? Attorney General Ken Paxton’s lawsuit to…
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America, We’re Toast: A Love Letter from the Heatwave That Won’t Quit
Somewhere between Phoenix and the inside of a convection oven, the United States decided to see how far it could push the concept of “summer” before it became “slow-roasting.” The answer, apparently, is right now.
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Jesus Chicken Does Autumn: Chick-fil-A’s New Fall Menu Drops Like a Leaf in a Storm of Selective Morality
Chick-fil-A, America’s favorite drive-thru confessional booth, has decided it’s time for sweater weather, PSL selfies, and the annual reminder that even God’s chosen poultry can rebrand when the leaves turn. This fall, they’ve unleashed a lineup so quaintly autumnal you’d almost forget their corporate tithe ledger still smells faintly of sanctified bigotry.
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The Small Town Gayby Chronicles: Surviving, Healing, and Telling the Truth Out Loud
See All My Books Here | Amazon Author Page There’s a certain kind of story you only live if the world tries to erase you from the moment you can speak. And if you survive it, you either bury it so deep it rots you from the inside—or you put it on paper so nobody…
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Fast Food, Faster Judgments, and the Full-Time Hustle of Love
There’s something mildly dystopian and wildly romantic about the fact that Matthew and I have become part-time food couriers in a town where Texas Roadhouse still considers itself haute cuisine. Uber Eats. DoorDash. Roadside therapy with a side of queso. When he got to Abilene, we knew we wanted time together. And we knew we…