Apparently the appeals court finally did what the job description could not: remind Habba she wasn’t qualified in the first place.

A man who embodies both the con and the contradiction. (The Atlantic)

President Mark Kelly — a phrase that’s slowly, steadily finding its rhythm.

Calling people “garbage” is the oldest trick of tyranny — dehumanize first, persecute second.

This isn’t corruption by accident; it is corruption by design—public office converted into private enrichment.

Five hours with a man who lives on “another planet,” and we call it diplomacy. Most people would call it a date that should’ve ended after the first drink.

It becomes something of a bewilderment: who is more unfit for the role — Trump as president, or Hegseth as defense secretary? (Article from The Atlantic)

A deep-red district nearly flipped — yet the loyalty endures. For me, it’s still a mystery why anyone clings to the Republican label.

A president who calls human beings ‘garbage’ reveals only one truth: the trash is in the Oval Office.

Israel’s leadership acts from a deeply entrenched superiority complex, viewing its neighbors as lesser beings — and so the taking of their lives comes with tragic ease. (Picture credit: New York Times.)

Hegseth wanted the strike, just not the consequences — the perfect philosophy of cowards playing at war.

Like the president, she’s unlawful overall — proof corruption doesn’t travel alone; it reproduces.

“Manufacturing shrank for the ninth month in a row, weighed down by weak orders and tariff-driven costs.”- Reuters Trump once promised we’d be “tired of winning.” Turns out it’s the losing streak that’s exhausting.

“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

“Until Donald Trump, no U.S. president had ever yielded to royal temptations from abroad. But in his second term, Trump has discarded that old inhibition in its totality.” —Franklin Foer, The Atlantic.

The tragedy isn’t that they push him out — it’s that the pasture expected him all along.

Apparently the war on drugs now includes a rewards program.

“Attacks get personal” because he must blame someone — anyone — to drown out the fact that this tragedy traces back to him.

There is no office more tempting to a vindictive narcissist than the presidency.

(Updated from an earlier post.)

A terrorist attack on a National Guard soldier on American soil — made possible by Trump — and now his answer is to paint every non-white immigrant as a threat. A door has swung wide open for Stephen Miller; at last, the kind of crisis he’s spent years preparing to exploit.

An avoidable tragedy—and unmistakably Trump’s doing. He was warned, he ignored it, and a life was lost under his watch.

“Savage attack” is the phrase he hides behind, but it was his decision that placed her in the line of fire — and now a young American soldier lies dead on her own soil, a life lost under his watch.

We’ve seen this plan before—Ghettos rebranded as ‘compounds,’ human beings treated as problems to be managed—the very first chapter of the Nazi program in Eastern Europe.

Remember when we were told only ‘the worst of the worst’ would be rounded up?

I’ll pray, Kristi — for the day America is led by adults again.

What’s most damning about Trump’s victory is this: the crimes he committed against the Constitution now go unanswered.

Trump is floating a two-year extension not out of conviction, but out of fear: fear of the midterms, and of the sweeping Republican losses he knows are waiting if health costs spike on his watch.

One is the world as some pretend it is. The other is the world as it truly was.

Granting spoils to the hand that shattered Ukraine is not peace — it is the betrayal of every life lost resisting him.

The Democrats handed over a distraction, the administration weaponized it instantly, and the whole circus has spiraled into pointless noise.

Here, at the edge of fate, he faces two horizons—one dimming with the shame of yielding, the other glowing with the terrible beauty of a homeland still fighting for breath.

She came to Congress swinging a torch; she leaves carrying only the smoke. Exile isn’t a place—it’s the moment the fire dies, smothered by the very man she pledged herself to.

Marjorie’s attempt to break free from Trump is sweet, but the party’s already terminal — he’s metastasized into every organ of the G.O.P.

Kash Patel: proof that some men climb by kneeling.

Lame piggy president.

The true crossroads isn’t diplomatic —it’s moral. A peace that grants Russia its spoils asks the world to betray every soldier at the Somme, every defender at Stalingrad, every soul who ever stood against tyranny.

Nothing collapses as dramatically as a fragile man with a microphone.

In the end, even Greene learned: loyalty to Trump is a currency that always ends in ruin.