They pledged nothing, risked nothing, and lost nothing — the fathers could have learned from them. by Rachael Somebody has to defend the patriots of January 6, and it appears it will have to be me, since the newspapers will not, the courts no longer can, and their own general has
You were trained to laugh at the word. That was the first move. Say conspiracy out loud and you become the crank in the tinfoil hat, the man on the corner with the cardboard sign. Useful. A country that cannot say a word cannot see the thing the word names.
it's about racism Frederick Douglass spent the years after the Civil War selling the country a hopeful story. He called it the Composite Nation. Immigrants were arriving by the millions, Irish and German and Chinese, and where others saw an invasion, Douglass saw a single people fused by
Joe Zeigler Burnt Ground · 08 July 2026 The 1945 Great Seal was wood, lacquer, and a passive resonator hidden in the beak of a carved eagle. The 2026 version is a Boeing 747-8, painted navy and red, parked inside a hangar built specially to hold it at Joint Base
Smoke and Fire The United States turned 250 on Saturday, and the celebration went exactly as planned, if the plan was written by god, lowercase, who apparently did not receive the Task Force 250 briefing materials. The vision was modest. A million people on the National Mall. The largest fireworks
money, politics, and a nation in crisis
Independence was voted on July second. John Adams bet the second would be the day we celebrated forever. He lost by two days. My house in Florida sits on two acres that are an island, or almost. During the season Trump/Vance signs appear on it. My island, someone else&
You know I write a lot. Burnt Ground. Books. More manuscripts than sense. All of it means copying and pasting the same things all day — boilerplate, addresses, passages I'm moving between drafts. So I built a tool. I called it Drawer, because that's what it is:
a coat of paint Rachael There is a kind of water that was never meant to be looked at for its own sake. It was poured long and shallow and still on purpose, so that it would hold the building above it and the sky above that and give them
The government switched off the AI model that refused to build autonomous weapons. It handed the kill list to the one that calls itself MechaHitler. The real story begins after the paywall. It isn't about one AI model. It's about what happens when a government discovers
She was sixteen the year everyone handed her a map of a country she was already standing in, and not one of the people drawing it had ever been there. I think about her sometimes, the woman she became, because she got out, and the getting out took her most
the President and I are the same age. only one of us threw a party We are the same age, Trump and I. Eighty this year. He spent his birthday building a cage on the South Lawn of the White House and putting two men inside it to beat each
I notice, when the season for it comes around again, that the word we have for the evening is only a word for a crowd, celebrare, the verb the old language kept for the act of thronging, of pressing in great numbers toward a thing until the thing itself is
I met Carl Jung 65 years ago in a classroom, and I left him there. I want to be fair about it. He didn’t make much of a first impression. He was assigned, which is the worst thing that can happen to a writer, and he came stapled to
