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Brutus Stood in the Light

Last night, a man named Cole Thomas Allen armed himself with a shotgun, a handgun, and multiple knives, booked a room at the Washington Hilton, and charged a security checkpoint outside the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. He told law enforcement what he wanted: to shoot Trump administration officials. A Secret Service agent was shot and […]

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Of Generals and Armageddon

There is a sentence that should chill every citizen to the bone: A combat-unit commander allegedly told troops that the war with Iran is part of God’s plan, and that President Donald Trump was “anointed by Jesus to light the signal fire in Iran to cause Armageddon.” Armageddon. That is not strategy.That is not deterrence.That […]

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State of the Union in Disunion

Friends. Americans. Countrymen: We were asked to stand. Stand, if we believe the first duty of government is to protect citizens before “illegals.” And many did stand. For who would not stand for safety?Who would not defend his child, his street, his own door? I am a citizen.I claim the protection of this nation gladly. […]

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Citizenship: Subscribe Now!

A View From the Near Future It began, as these things always do, with a reasonable nod. Fraud, we were told, lurked in the margins. Not everywhere. Not often. But somewhere. A statistical ghost. And so, in the name of confidence, clarity, cleanliness, we forged the National ID. A tidy little talisman of belonging. A […]

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Melania, You’re No Jackie Kennedy

I’ve been asked, repeatedly, why I would choose to see this film at all. The question usually arrives wearing a tone, the implication stitched neatly inside it: Why expose yourself to that? My answer is simple and unfashionable. Know the enemy. Or, more precisely, know the story the enemy tells itself. I do not believe […]

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Why We Protest

Last night, people gathered in Brockport, New York. A small college town. Hundreds of miles from Minnesota. Candles in gloved hands. Silence broken only by breath and resolve. That distance is important. It’s the detail the mockers trip over. “What does Brockport have to do with Minnesota?” “What a waste of time.” “Do you really […]

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Something Rotten In The State

I am a fallen spirit. I was King of Denmark. I have not risen for spectacle. I am not summoned for theatrics. I rise because I recognize a familiar rot. Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing to what I shall unfold. I once ruled a kingdom. I learned early that power decays when it stops listening. When men stop asking what they owe and […]

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The Gospel Of Buttercream 

A short sermon on a Gospel of selective holiness There is a peculiar modern theological belief that insists Jesus Christ would absolutely approve of tearing children from their parents, warehousing human beings in concrete pens, and cracking a few ribs along the way, all in His holy name. But a buttercream rose on a cake […]

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Manufacturing Thugs

What frightens is not just this single moment of violence, but the machinery that made it foreseeable. Governments do not wake up one morning and discover they have thugs roaming their streets. They manufacture them. They take administrative agencies, arm them, strip away restraint, replace training with ideology, and aim them politically. When that process is complete, brutality is no longer a breakdown of the system. It is the system doing exactly what it was designed to do.

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Gaslight. Repent. Repeat: The Cycle of Marge.

Marjorie Taylor Greene is once again making the rounds with her “I have regrets” routine, a performance of reflection, gentleness, and Christian humility that materializes only when she’s politically cornered. She thinks we’ve forgotten. She thinks we don’t keep receipts. She thinks we’ll believe her simply because she whispers Jesus like it’s a magic word […]

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