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Everything Since 2016 Was A Dream: The Writers’ Room Has Lost Control of the Plot
If the last decade were a TV series, even the interns would be begging the showrunners for a hard reboot before cancellation. There comes a time in every long running series when the writers lose all sense of proportion. When the storylines pile up like abandoned shopping carts, when characters behave like they have been
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Cornered Trump Starts Throwing Policy Spaghetti: Tariffs, Venezuela, MTG, Oh My!
Tariff reversals, Venezuela war drums, and a Truth Social tantrum at Marjorie Taylor Greene all collide in the shadow of an Epstein scandal that refuses to die The problem with political improvisation, the real danger beneath the theatrics, is not that it looks chaotic from the outside. It is that it feels orderly to the
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How To Gerrymander Like A Hypocrite: Trump Sues The Blue State, High-Fives The Red One
The moment the scoreboard tilts the wrong way, some teams tighten their laces and others make a beeline for the referee’s locker room. The Trump administration has opted for the latter, this time hauling the Justice Department along to pound on the door. In California, voters just approved a new congressional map under Proposition 50
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Pete Hegseth is the Only One Willing to Touch Trumps Southern Spear
Somewhere in the bowels of the Pentagon, there must be a windowless room where names for military operations are spitballed by men who still believe Axe body spray counts as grooming. It is the only explanation for how, during a national reckoning over Epstein’s global child trafficking ring and the Trump administration’s frantic effort to
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Trump’s Epstein Discharge Petition That Will Inevitably Go Nowhere
There are political weeks that feel like farce, and then there are political weeks that feel like the universe accidentally left the simulation running on “maximum humiliation” mode. This Epstein file discharge petition was supposed to be a simple procedural curiosity. A symbolic gesture. A legislative novelty item. Instead, it has become the rare bipartisan
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Trump’s Epstein Problem: The Dog That Finally Barked at 218 Signatures
Congress rarely moves with speed unless it is the speed of decay. But once in a generation, the planets align, a freshman gets sworn in on a Friday night, and the House of Representatives actually does something explosive by accident. This week, that accident arrived in the form of newly sworn in Representative Adelita Grijalva,
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CATHOLIC GUILT FOR TRUMP: THE HOLY WATER JUST BOILED OVER
The bishops finally found their voices again. Not the soft indoor-voice homilies that float above parish pews like incense, but something closer to a raised eyebrow from God. America’s Catholic hierarchy, after years of sounding like they were trapped between a Fox News chyron and a Vatican footnote, just dropped a “Special Message” on immigration
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Democrats End a 43-Day Shutdown by Arguing Over the Debris
There are many ways to end a government shutdown. You can compromise. You can capitulate. Or, if you are the Democratic Party, you can split into factions and hold a family intervention in the middle of a burning building. The forty-three-day shutdown ended the way every American civics textbook secretly dreams: not with a unifying
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Epstein: Trump Has His Own Email Problem and I Think I Hear Hillary Laughing
THE CORPSE WHO CALLED THE PRESIDENT A DOG There is something exquisitely American about needing twenty thousand emails from a dead pedophile to state the obvious, which is that Donald Trump, self appointed innocence mascot of the MAGA Republic, has never once in his life been anywhere near a situation without lying about it. And
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Where Did the Money Go, Don? The Great Trump Tariff Refund Panic
It’s hard to take a “billionaire” seriously when he keeps losing count of his billions. But here we are again, watching Donald Trump tell the country that if the Supreme Court rules against his tariffs, America will owe “three trillion dollars.” Three trillion. By breakfast, that number will probably be six. By dinner, he’ll say