
Everything for war: resources, sanctions and historical references (original)
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I hate calling it the Department of War. Not because it’s inaccurate—on the contrary, it’s more honest than “Defense.” It feels like capitulation to the spectacle, as if we’ve stopped pretending. The mask has dropped, and we’re all expected to clap for the absurdity.
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“If a man has a little fight with the wife, they say this was a crime, see? So now I can’t claim 100 percent [reduction in crime],” the president said Monday.
The One Crime Trump Doesn’t Seem to Have a Problem With? Domestic Violence.
Just over four years ago, the U.S.-backed government in Afghanistan rapidly collapsed, marking the end of a two-decade effort to transform the country. The final days of U.S. involvement proved bizarrely emblematic of the tragedy that had unfolded up to that point. Afghans clinging to a U.S. airplane tumbled from the sky to their deaths. A suicide bomb left 13 U.S. service members and 170 Afghans dead. A U.S. drone killed seven children in what the U.S. military ineptly mischaracterized as a “righteous strike.” Good intentions and moral high ground gave way to national embarrassment.
By Roger D. Harris and Joe Emersberger – Sep 5, 2025
President Donald Trump euphorically concluded his White House press conference on September 2 with breaking news: the US military had just blown up a small motor vessel in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. He alleged that the skiff came from Venezuela and was loaded with illicit drugs headed to the US.
All Elements in Place for a US Decapitation Strike on Venezuela
These were my cats. The boys—gone now, years past. What remains is Perky Goth, Perky for short. I’ve considered bringing another into the fold, but fatigue comes fast. Chronic pain, illness—it shapes the edges of my days. One cat is enough.



Pain has a way of folding the world inward. This piece came from that fold—where the body whispers its threshold, and the heart audits every gesture. Some days, I am the cat—soft-bellied, sharp-clawed, curled inside the cage of my own ribs. This poem is a record of those days.
The Capacity of a Cat

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