“Skeets”. Are you serious? Listen, I get it, Twitter called them “tweets,” and Bluesky is supposed to be the alternative, so some clearly big-brained individual thought that giving it a half-assed tweaking was clever. Yeah. That really sets the place apart, doesn’t it? Unfortunately, it’s not

Memorial Day isn’t a barbecue. It isn’t a mattress sale. It isn’t the unofficial start of summer. It’s the day Americans stand knee-deep in ghosts. But more than that, it’s a debt etched in stone, carved into the earth where the bodies of soldiers,

The world watched, breath held, fists clenched, waiting for the inevitable eruption. A nation built on the myth of revolution, of defiance, of liberty or death, had every reason, every obligation, to burn its corruption to the ground. America’s Supremacist Court had not long prior gutted the citizenry’s

How America Became the World’s Most Pathetic Superpower

There’s a video floating around, probably more than one, of someone getting a little too close to a beaver. It starts the same way they all do. A phone out. A laugh. Maybe a comment about how calm it looks. Harmless. Cute, even. For a few seconds, that assumption

The Epstein files were supposed to bring transparency. Instead, they brought volume. Millions of pages, at least according to official descriptions. A data dump so large it should have reshaped conversation overnight. It didn’t. No wave of accountability. No clarity. No moment where everything suddenly made sense. Not even

Make America Great Again! And anyone who disagrees is a dangerous threat to America! Let’s clear the bullshit right away. That falls on its ugly face the moment you stop endlessly doom-scrolling on toxic echo chambers like Twitter or Bluesky, turn off cable news, and start paying attention.

You’ve probably done this. You read something that made you angry, even though you didn’t need to. You felt your body tense. Your jaw set. Your pulse jump. You kept reading anyway. Not because it helped. Not because it mattered. But because stopping felt worse than continuing. That

The Silence That Came Before It… Donald Trump has never shown much inclination toward the rituals of mourning. Public deaths tend to pass him by without remark. Soldiers killed abroad. Police officers murdered at home. Former presidents. Moments that ordinarily invite restraint, if not reflection. Trump’s response is usually

And the Camera Loves the Broken.

Part I

Caribbean Burning… It begins, as it always does, with “national security.” U.S. drones strike boats off the coasts of Venezuela and Colombia, officially labeled “narco-terrorist vessels.” (Time Magazine) Colombia’s president calls the attacks “murder.” (The Guardian) Venezuela mobilizes its coastal defenses, while an American carrier group drifts

Karoline Leavitt doesn’t just stand at the lectern, she performs. Every press briefing is a stylized production, with Leavitt embodying a character more than conveying facts. But let’s not sugarcoat it: this is not a harmless PR strategy. This is active, deliberate deception. She is knowingly and willingly

The Mirror… Vanity is the armor of the weak and feeble. It begins as self-preservation, the trembling need to be seen as beautiful, competent, powerful, and hardens into doctrine. The mirror becomes a weapon; reflection becomes reality. What starts as grooming becomes camouflage, and what looks like confidence is

Trump’s Navy speech yesterday wasn’t a salute to service, it was an SOS from an elderly subhuman allergic to reality. Between rewriting history and declaring victory over physics, nature, and probably a dead golfer’s dick, the only thing missing was the orchestra playing him off the deck,

Alexander Hamilton once called the Supreme Court the “least dangerous branch.” That’s cute, ain’t it? Like calling a bottle of whiskey the “least dangerous drink” at an Irish wake. Hamilton thought judges would just sit around reading law books and playing constitutional Sudoku while the “real” branches ran

Take Back Your Media.