A Mirror for Two Faces
Out in Maine, a gentleman named Graham Platner enters the political arena. He is accused of a dark and offensive offense against a woman, an allegation of the gravest nature. Instantly, the machinery of his own party is oiled and set in motion. The high priests of the organization assemble, their faces white with a holy terror, and they inform
The National Cosmetic Studio
I have been observing with breathless awe the latest triumph of our grand Republic’s economic engine. We are told by the public prints that the government has appointed its first Chief Design Officer, a gentleman of immense private fortune and impeccable aesthetic taste, whose solemn patriotic duty is to “modernize the internet-facing portions” of our great public offices. He is
The Gospel of the Crumbs
I was sitting in a diner off the Ike recently, watching a man in a grease-stained union jacket argue with a fellow in a crisp button down. They weren’t arguing about the score of the game or the price of a ham sandwich. They were arguing about “identity”, who’s taking whose “spot,” who’s “woke,” and who’s “MAGA.” It’s the oldest
From the Assembly Line to the Golden Ticket
I have lived long enough to watch the soil of the Midwest turn from something we plowed into something we paved over for data centers. I see the world through a window pane that is cold, clean, and increasingly expensive. Being a man of quiet habits and a fair amount of book-learning, I spend long periods of time watching the