Protesters hold signs explaining that prisons without due process are concentration camps — a concept that seems to confuse exactly one political movement in the United States.
Trump’s anti-immigration cosplay has now produced the kind of testimonial every free, democratic nation dreams of: a gay Venezuelan makeup artist who fled persecution, came to the US seeking safety, and instead got secretly deported with 252 others to El Salvador’s Cecot mega-prison — in defiance of a judge and without due process. The administration literally put asylum seekers on a plane to a foreign torture factory, had them shaved, caged, humiliated, and then pretended this was just strong borders and "law and order".
After months of being held incommunicado and abused — including documented psychological, physical, and sexual violence, per human rights groups — Andry José Hernández Romero was eventually dumped back in Venezuela in a prisoner swap, where the same government that persecuted him as a gay man suddenly wanted to offer him a job from the vice-president’s office. He wisely declined the offer to become a propaganda accessory for Delcy Rodríguez, watched her become acting president after the US military grabbed Maduro, and made a rational calculation: he trusts Spain’s asylum system more than he trusts returning to the United States to fight his case. When a torture survivor looks at Trump’s America and says, "yeah, I’ll take literally any other legal system, thanks," that’s not border policy — that’s a warning label.
So here we are: the self-proclaimed beacon of freedom is now the country that secretly offshores migrants to Bukele’s show-prison, gets caught violating court orders, and drives its victims to seek safety in Europe because US authorities are too frightening and untrustworthy. Trump calls it strong leadership. The rest of the world calls it what it is: state-sanctioned kidnapping with a side of fascist fan service.
House Republicans studying the War Powers Resolution like it’s a restaurant menu they plan to ignore and then stiff on the tip.
House Republicans took a bold stand for constitutional governance by… quietly canceling a vote that would have limited Donald Trump’s unauthorized war in Iran the moment it looked like it might actually pass. The war, launched on Feb. 28 with zero congressional authorization, has already killed at least 13 U.S. service members, wounded hundreds, and burned through $25 billion, but GOP leaders decided the real emergency was making sure no one had to go on record before Memorial Day. Accountability is for the troops, not for the people who send them.
Steve Scalise swears this isn’t about losing the vote, just about giving mysteriously absent Republicans a chance to be “recorded” later, presumably after leadership has finished arm-twisting them back into line. Meanwhile, Trump is claiming the War Powers Act doesn’t apply because there’s a ceasefire, and the Pentagon is reportedly considering renaming the conflict from “Operation Epic Fury” to “Operation Sledgehammer,” which the White House might then use to argue the 60-day clock magically restarted. When your legal theory boils down to we changed the title, so it’s a new war, you’re not even pretending to respect the law anymore.
Democrats, led by Gregory Meeks and Hakeem Jeffries, are pushing a resolution that would force Trump to withdraw from hostilities with Iran unless it’s to repel an imminent attack, but Republican leadership keeps treating the Constitution like a suggestion box they can ignore. Jim McGovern summed it up on the House floor, accusing the GOP of lacking the “guts or the balls” to vote on ending an illegal war – a sentiment that earned applause, which is more than the families of deployed troops are getting. As a side quest, House Republicans also tanked a women’s history museum bill by insisting it exclude trans people, because if you’re already shredding war powers and separation of powers, why not take a swing at basic dignity too?
Come June 2, the House will be up against the legislative clock and will have to vote. Unless, of course, someone discovers a new parliamentary maneuver where you just rename the month and claim the Constitution hasn’t caught up yet.
The future site of a museum about American women, just as soon as Congress finishes arguing over which women are allowed to exist in it and how many plaques must legally feature Donald J. Trump.
Congress almost managed to do something wholesome, so of course the Trump GOP set it on fire and blamed pronouns. A bipartisan bill to finally pick a spot on the National Mall for the American Women’s History Museum had support from both parties and even Trump himself — right up until Republicans decided it needed two crucial additions: a loyalty clause for Trumpworld and a definition of women that reads like it was ghostwritten by a bathroom‑policing subreddit.
Democrats bailed after Republicans jammed in language giving Trump and his allies outsized influence over how the museum is developed, and insisted it only recognize "biological" women — a legally vague dog whistle designed to erase trans women and girls from the story of American womanhood. The bill went down 216–204, with Democrats united against it and six Republicans managing to locate their spines for one vote.
So a 20‑year effort to build a museum honoring women’s achievements is now stalled because the party of "small government" can’t resist micromanaging who counts as a woman and how much control Dear Leader gets over the exhibits. Instead of a museum about women’s history, we get yet another monument to the Trump era’s favorite pastime: using federal power to punch down at marginalized people while demanding their names be etched in marble.
Trump in the Oval Office, mid-gesture, presumably explaining how NATO works to the Pentagon by drawing arrows on a Risk board.
The Pentagon spent weeks reshuffling 5,000 troops out of Germany, canceling a Biden-era plan to base a missile-equipped artillery unit in Europe, and generally trying to pretend U.S. force posture was still guided by strategy. Trump then hopped on Truth Social and, surprise, announced 5,000 troops would go to Poland instead, because Poland elected a conservative nationalist he endorsed a year ago. American military deployments now officially function like influencer promo codes: "Use TRUMP at checkout for bonus troops."
Defense officials had just canceled deployments to Poland last week, but the guy who dodged Vietnam with bone spurs has decided he knows better than the generals again. The Pentagon, clearly thrilled to be running foreign policy by quote-tweet, declined to comment and punted to the White House, where the plan appears to be: 1) get mad at Germany’s chancellor for saying Iran "humiliated" the U.S., 2) yank 5,000 troops out of Germany in a tantrum, 3) toss them at Poland as a public reward to a friendly nationalist head of state. Rule-of-law superpower meets "because I like this guy" foreign basing policy.
Congress, including Republicans who still occasionally remember what NATO is, has been loudly warning that gutting Eastern Europe deployments sends Moscow the wrong message. Trump, however, is focused on the important stuff: settling a personal score with Germany’s Friedrich Merz and turning U.S. troops into set pieces in his ongoing audition as Global Strongman of Vibes. Strategic coherence, alliance management, deterrence—those are all so Biden 2021. We’re back to the era where 80,000 U.S. troops in Europe exist primarily as props in one man’s social media feed.
Trump, pondering whether to attend his son’s wedding or the war he started, as if both were optional Mar-a-Lago brunches on the calendar.
Donald Trump, Commander-in-Chief and father of the year, told reporters he’ll "try" to attend Don Jr.’s Bahamas wedding but that it’s "not good timing" because he has "a thing called Iran and other things." When you’ve started an Iran war so ill-conceived you describe it like a calendar reminder you forgot to snooze, family events do get tricky.
Trump explained that if he goes to the wedding, "I get killed," and if he doesn’t go, "I get killed, by the fake news, of course" — bravely framing his son’s nuptials as yet another heroic battle in his eternal war against accountability. The marriage itself is being spun as a "big win" for Don Jr., which is how this clan describes both elections and engagements, presumably because in Trumpworld every human relationship is just another branding opportunity.
Adding to the farce, Don Jr.’s ex-fiancée Kimberly Guilfoyle is safely parked as U.S. ambassador to Greece, a prestigious diplomatic post that in a functioning democracy would not double as the "sorry we broke up" severance package. But here we are: war with Iran in the background, a destination wedding in the Bahamas, and ambassadorships being handed out like parting gifts on a game show. American foreign policy as a messy blended-family drama is certainly one way to run a superpower.
Keisha Lance Bottoms, applying for the job of governor-slash-full-time-Trump-disaster-mitigation-specialist.
Keisha Lance Bottoms is running for governor of Georgia on a platform that can be roughly summarized as: ‘Have you seen this Trump mess?’ On Meet the Press, she basically confirms what everyone with a functioning nervous system already knows: Trump’s nonstop chaos isn’t background noise, it’s the entire soundtrack, and state leaders now have to run campaigns promising to protect people from the federal government like it’s a Category 5 hurricane.
Instead of talking about boring things like infrastructure and schools, she’s forced to frame her race around insulating Georgia from a White House that treats the rule of law like a suggestion box and democracy like an optional in-app purchase. That’s the legacy: every down-ballot race is now also a referendum on whether voters want four more years of executive tantrums, institutional sabotage, and policy by rage-tweet.
The Trump presidency has turned federal ‘governance’ into such a rolling dumpster fire that candidates for state office are basically running as emergency managers. Bottoms isn’t just pitching herself as governor; she’s auditioning to be Georgia’s Chief Officer of Damage Control in a country where the president wakes up every morning wondering which norm, agency, or constitutional protection to body-slam next.
Trump, surveying the GOP rubble, proudly pointing at the last standing Republican and asking, “So who wants to be next?”
Donald Trump’s big 2026 power move is reminding everyone that the only enemy he can reliably defeat is… other Republicans. Sen. Bill Cassidy and Rep. Thomas Massie both got tossed into the volcano for insufficient worship, and now Trump’s busy trying to finish off John Cornyn by endorsing Ken Paxton after it’s obvious Cornyn is circling the drain. It’s not exactly 4D chess; it’s more like jumping in front of a parade and calling yourself the Grand Marshal.
The same guy who needs every possible seat to hold Congress is out here threatening Rep. Brian Fitzpatrick, who represents a swing district, because he occasionally votes like his voters exist. Trump publicly tells the MAGA base that Fitzpatrick "likes voting against Trump" and that it "doesn’t work out well" — a mob-boss line delivered by a man who’s now mostly good at shooting his own team in the foot. Republicans are staring down a turnout problem with MAGA voters and a hemorrhage of swing voters, so naturally the de facto party leader is encouraging his diehards to abandon one of their few potentially survivable incumbents.
The article’s core lesson: Trump’s greatest current power is the ability to purge his own ranks, not to expand them. He’s stuck in a feedback loop where every act of "strength" against a disloyal Republican makes it more likely Democrats gain seats, which then makes him look weaker, which then makes him even more desperate to show strength by purging more Republicans. It’s a self-devouring cult: the party keeps feeding Trump its members, and he keeps proving he’s in charge by eating them.
Jeff Flake, live from the Island of Consequence-Free Regret, explaining that Republicans might eventually stop doing the thing they are currently doing nonstop.
Former GOP Sen. Jeff Flake popped up on TV to announce that, any day now, Republicans might begin a "great migration" away from Donald Trump — presumably right after they finish voting for him, fundraising off him, and defending his latest legal crime spree on cable news. Flake, now safely out of office and far away from any levers of actual power, is once more bravely warning about Trumpism from the political equivalent of the witness protection program.
Republicans, he suggests, could eventually decide they’ve had enough of the indictments, coup attempts, and open contempt for democracy. They could. They might. It’s theoretically possible. Meanwhile, in the real world, Trump is still the party’s cult leader, primary voters keep purging anyone who blinks at his authoritarian fantasies, and the "migration" mostly consists of a few ex-senators discovering a spine right after they lose their committee assignments.
The segment lands as a perfect snapshot of the Trump-era GOP: decades of moral cowardice, followed by a solemn TV appearance where someone who helped build the monster gently wonders whether, at some undefined future date, the party might stop feeding it.
Spencer Pratt, auditioning for the role of LA mayor by convincing voters he’s totally not the MAGA side character Trump just cast him as.
Donald Trump has decided that what Los Angeles really needs, after ICE street raids and a military deployment to crush protests, is Spencer Pratt from The Hills as mayor. Asked about the race, Trump said he doesn’t know Pratt but assumes he supports him because he’s a “big Maga person” – the kind of rigorous vetting you’d expect from a man who once thought Rudy Giuliani was a good idea.
Democrats, understandably thrilled to have the most hated man in LA politics crash the race, are stapling Trump’s quote to Pratt’s forehead. Karen Bass is out reminding voters that “Trump and Pratt want ICE to invade our city and kidnap our neighbors,” while Nithya Raman is branding Pratt Trump’s “LA Apprentice” and begging voters to keep the reality villain from even making the general. Pratt, who insists the race is “nonpartisan” and totally not about national politics, is now doing the political equivalent of hiding a MAGA hat under a Dodgers cap.
Analysts say Pratt can’t win if he looks like a conservative Republican, which is awkward given the part where he is a Republican who liked the party’s love of concealed carry, and is now getting blessed by the guy who sent federal agents and troops into his city. But sure, this is all just about potholes, sidewalks, and streetlights – nothing to do with the president who turned LA into a test lab for immigration crackdowns and domestic military flexing.
Artist’s rendering of the border wall procurement process: a giant money hose pointed at whichever contractor smiled hardest at Trumpworld.
Tommy Fisher, the guy who helped build the privately funded border wall that started eroding faster than Trump’s legal defense fund, is back — and this time the federal government has handed his company over $9 billion in new wall contracts. This is the same Fisher whose earlier project was bankrolled by We Build the Wall, the MAGA nonprofit whose leaders kept confusing "border security" with "personal piggy bank" and wound up in prison. Even Trump publicly trashed that wall as a scam designed to make him look bad, which, to be fair, is a crowded field.
Now a New York contractor, Posillico Civil, has sued the administration, alleging that the supposedly competitive process was about as real as Trump University. Out of 11 prequalified vendors, Customs and Border Protection allegedly steered about $14 billion — roughly 73% of the money — to just two companies: Fisher Sand & Gravel and Montana-based Barnard Construction. Posillico says it spent serious time and money bidding on what turned out to be "not genuine competitive opportunities," which is a very polite way of saying the fix was in.
Contracting experts are openly saying the quiet part: DHS is allegedly picking contractors for loyalty and pliability, not best value, while the administration sprints through a $46.5 billion wall budget courtesy of the One Big Beautiful Bill Act. We’ve got no-bid contracts, opaque awards, ballooning costs, and a secretary of Homeland Security, Kristi Noem, already under fire for steering a $220 million ad campaign to her buddies — but sure, CBP insists everything is totally fair and reasonable. They’re just writing huge checks as fast as possible to the same well-connected firms; what could possibly be suspicious about that?
Artist’s rendering of the Arc de Trump, a 250ft tall participation trophy looming over Arlington to remind you who this town is *really* supposed to honor now.
The US Commission of Fine Arts – now apparently rebranded as the Commission to Stroke the President’s Ego – has approved designs for Trump’s 250ft "Arc de Trump" in Washington, DC. The panel, stacked with Trump appointees, dutifully declared the thing "beautiful" and a needed symbol for the next 250 years, because nothing says enduring democratic republic like a giant personal triumphal arch for the guy still in office.
The arch would loom near Arlington National Cemetery, which the White House insists will serve as a "visual reminder" of heroic sacrifice, as if the graves themselves weren’t doing that job already. Veterans and preservationists have sued, pointing out that Congress never approved this vanity project and that it would literally block the symbolic view from Arlington to the Lincoln Memorial – trading a line of sight from a president who saved the Union for one who spends his days trying to break it.
The cost is, very conveniently, "still being calculated", with the administration promising some magical blend of public and private funds – historically the prelude to donors buying their names, influence, or both. In legal filings, Trump’s team claims he has the authority to build it anyway, because of course he does. The same rubber-stamp arts panel already greenlit his White House ballroom and National Mall reflecting pool makeover, confirming that federal design review in the Trump era is less about civic stewardship and more about curating the world’s tackiest autocracy starter pack.
Senate Republicans emerge from a DOJ briefing on Trump’s ‘anti-weaponization’ fund, having just realized they were about to vote themselves into co-starring roles in an authoritarian origin story.
Republicans tried to jam through a reconciliation package to shovel roughly $70 billion at ICE and Border Patrol, and then someone noticed the flaming red flag stapled to the back: a $1.776 billion Trump ‘anti-weaponization fund’ that even GOP senators can’t explain after a 90-minute DOJ briefing. When Bill Cassidy is out here warning that the Republican administration is putting itself in a bad spot, you know the vibes in that room were "secret police rainy-day fund" and not "good governance."
Instead of passing their immigration-only, Republicans-only fever dream before Memorial Day, John Thune had to slam the brakes while his caucus pretends to figure out what ‘guardrails’ look like on a presidential slush pile dedicated to fighting the totally real, definitely not imaginary ‘weaponization’ of government against Donald Trump and friends. The Justice Department wants nearly $1.8 billion in taxpayer money for this thing, and the only way it flies is by stapling it to a border bill they can pass without a single Democratic vote. Democracy, but make it reconciliation.
As a bonus track, Trump also wants $1 billion for ‘security measures’ related to his White House ballroom, because nothing screams “normal presidency” like demanding a billion-dollar taxpayer perimeter around your party room. Even some Republicans are balking at that ask, which is impressive given this is the same party that’s been funding his personal cosplay as a strongman for years. The result: the Senate is skipping town, the House is shrugging and following, and Trump’s June 1 deadline for his ICE cash and anti-weaponization piggy bank is going to sail right by while Congress enjoys the holiday he wanted them to spend building him a legal fortress and a safer dance floor.
Trump bravely shields America’s frontier AI models from the existential horror of a voluntary safety checklist.
Trump was reportedly minutes away from signing a "landmark" executive order on AI — focused on shoring up cybersecurity, vetting powerful models, and protecting critical infrastructure — when he suddenly discovered his true north: never, ever inconvenience big tech. He yanked the order at the last second, declaring it might be a "blocker" to America's AI lead, because nothing says "serious governance" like improvising national security policy mid-photo-op.
The order would have set up a framework for the government to voluntarily test frontier AI models with companies, help secure Defense Department systems against AI-fueled attacks, and harden utilities and rural hospitals. You know, boring stuff like "keeping the lights on" and "not letting Mythos-level models hand cyberweapons to every bored script kiddie on Earth." Instead, Trump opted for vibes-based regulation: trust the same companies that keep warning about AI risks but mysteriously panic whenever anyone suggests they share test results.
Meanwhile, the administration’s own Center for AI Standards and Innovation has been doing safety testing with Microsoft, Google, and xAI — an agreement that was proudly announced and then scrubbed from NIST’s website days later. Totally normal behavior for a government that keeps insisting everything is above board. Also worth noting: on day one, Trump torched Biden’s AI order that actually required companies to share security protocols and test results, and is now replacing it with... nothing, for now. America’s new AI strategy appears to be: repeal real rules, ghost the transparency page, and pray the supercomputers only hack the "bad guys."
Trump explains that the real problem with the 14th Amendment is that it keeps handing out citizenship without asking for his personal approval first.
Donald Trump, the man who treated the Supreme Court like a loyalty rewards program, is now declaring it would be a "disgrace" if the justices uphold birthright citizenship — i.e., the part of the 14th Amendment that says if you're born here, you're a citizen. You know, that pesky post–Civil War provision written so presidents wouldn’t get to decide who counts as American based on vibes and campaign rallies.
Instead of pretending to respect the Constitution he swore an oath to, Trump is openly rooting for his handpicked justices to help him erase 150+ years of settled law and turn citizenship into a partisan favor. The message is clear: constitutional rights are optional, but white‑nationalist talking points are mandatory. If the Court follows the actual text of the 14th Amendment, Trump says that’s a "disgrace" — which is a bold take from a man whose administration treated the Constitution like a nonbinding suggestion.
This is the authoritarian dream in miniature: redefine who is American, delegitimize any court that says no, and turn basic constitutional guarantees into culture-war bargaining chips. Birthright citizenship has anchored equal citizenship since Reconstruction; Trump talks about scrapping it like he’s canceling a golf club membership. American democracy: still here, but only because a 49‑second Trump clip doesn’t yet count as a constitutional amendment.
Trump staring at a flowchart labeled "pandemic food fraud" and somehow drawing a big arrow to "immigration raid" and "send them back".
Aimee Bock, the former head of Minnesota nonprofit Feeding Our Future, just got nearly 42 years in prison for helping turn a pandemic food program into a $250m cash sprinkler for fake meal sites, kickbacks, and imaginary hungry children. Prosecutors called it a "cash pipeline"; Bock called it "I understand I failed"; the court called it "enjoy the next four decades in federal housing".
Donald Trump, naturally, looked at a garden-variety mega-fraud case and saw his favorite thing: a chance to unleash federal officers on a blue city while ranting about immigrants. He used the scandal to justify a surge of federal agents into the Minneapolis–St Paul area last winter, which produced protests, violent confrontations, and the deaths of Renee Good and Alex Pretti. So a federal social services scam somehow morphed into an immigration crackdown with body counts. Policy genius.
While prosecutors say most of the dozens of defendants in the overlapping food and Medicaid scams are of Somali descent (and mostly US citizens), Trump skipped straight to his greatest hits: calling Minnesota "a hub of fraudulent money laundering activity", claiming "Somali gangs are terrorizing" the state, insisting "BILLIONS of Dollars are missing", and demanding people be "sent back". Minor detail: Bock, the convicted ringleader of the $250m fraud that started this whole thing, is white. Funny how the immigration raids and racist screeds didn’t focus on her demographic.
The fraud investigation keeps expanding—new charges over bogus childcare reimbursements, fake housing services, and made-up autism therapy—while Trump converts complex oversight failures into a blunt instrument to bash immigrants, attack Democratic governor and VP nominee Tim Walz, and justify more federal muscle on the streets. The message from Trump-world is clear: steal hundreds of millions and you might get 40 years, but you’ll definitely help the former president stage another law-and-order pageant aimed squarely at his favorite villains.
Ken Martin unveils the DNC’s 2024 election autopsy, carefully labeled "do not believe anything you are about to read" so no one confuses accountability with competence.
The DNC has finally released its long-delayed 2024 "what the hell just happened" report on how Kamala Harris managed to lose the presidency and both chambers of Congress to Donald Trump & Friends, after first deciding to just... not show anyone. Ken Martin, the DNC chair, tried the bold strategy of shoving the 192-page faceplant into a closet to "avoid distractions" before the midterms, which naturally created a much bigger distraction when everyone realized the party that supposedly defends democracy was hiding its own incompetence from its voters.
Once pried loose, the report turns out to be a masterpiece of we swear this isn’t our fault disclaimers. Every page is stamped in red to remind readers that the DNC doesn’t actually stand by the findings, can’t verify the data, and basically has no idea if any of this is real. It dutifully notes Harris’s collapse with Latinos, men, and rural voters, then bravely avoids mentioning two tiny issues that showed up in every poll: Joe Biden’s age and the administration’s support for Israel’s war on Gaza. Apparently you can lose the youth vote, Arab and Muslim voters, and a chunk of the progressive base and still have your official postmortem decide that the real problem was vibes and ad buys.
Martin now says the report "does not meet my standards" but is being released so the public can "trust the Democratic Party" — which is a fascinating theory of trust-building that involves both suppressing the document and publishing it covered in warning labels like it’s a bottle of bleach. The DNC even felt the need to fact-check the author’s description of January 6, tossing in a "claim contradicts public reporting" note as if that is where they’ve decided accuracy suddenly matters. Trump is openly running an authoritarian project, and the opposition party’s answer is a half-buried, half-disowned autopsy that reads like it was released at gunpoint. Truly, the republic is in the steadiest of hands.
Trump, proudly announcing that he has discovered a new constitutional power: Article II, Section ‘Mine Now.’
Trump has apparently decided that if you’re going to run an authoritarian rewards program, you might as well do it with other people’s money. He’s struck a deal with his own subordinates to create an "anti-weaponization fund" that hands him personal control over $1.8 billion in taxpayer cash to shower on allies and supporters — a group that very much appears to include the people who tried to beat cops and hang his vice president on January 6.
Once upon a time, a "slush fund" was just extra ship grease sailors sold to buy books and instruments. Now it’s the White House’s preferred financial instrument for rewarding loyalists and undermining the rule of law. Instead of being a shady side account, this one comes pre-packaged with a patriotic label and the full blessing of the executive branch, because nothing says "checks and balances" like the president cutting himself a multi-billion-dollar loyalty stipend.
So while normal people argue over school budgets and health care, the federal government is calmly constructing a publicly funded legal comfort blanket for the MAGA enforcement class. Call it what you want — "anti-weaponization," "slush fund," or "Insurrectionist Relief Act" — the point is the same: Trump is converting the U.S. Treasury into a defense fund and prize pool for those willing to break democracy on his behalf.
Trump and grocery execs celebrate the bold new plan to fight high food prices by microwaving the planet on high.
Lee Zeldin’s EPA has bravely identified the true cause of high grocery prices: not Trump’s tariffs, not a war-driven oil spike, but the scourge of not enough supercharged greenhouse gases leaking out of supermarket freezers. So they’re rolling back a Biden-era rule that pushed grocery chains and A/C companies away from hydrofluorocarbons (HFCs) – chemicals thousands of times more potent than CO₂ – and selling it as a discount aisle miracle for “American families.”
Trump, who literally signed the bipartisan 2020 law to phase out HFCs, is now hosting Kroger and Piggly Wiggly execs at the White House to celebrate gutting the very transition that law kicked off. The same business community that once lined up with environmentalists to phase this stuff out is now getting a second bite at the deregulation apple, because nothing says “cost-of-living relief” like sabotaging a yearslong industry shift and torching the climate a little faster.
The administration can’t say how much this will actually lower prices or how soon, but they’re very sure it will put a “dagger through the heart of climate change religion.” Translation: if your groceries don’t get cheaper, at least your planet will get hotter. It’s not policy, it’s performance art for oil donors and corporate chains, with 3.8% inflation and rising emissions as the punchline.
Robert F Kennedy Jr and Melania Trump bravely warn children about the dangers of screens while standing inside the flaming iPad that is the Trump administration.
The Trump administration’s Department of Health and Human Services has discovered a shocking new threat to America’s children: screen time. Not guns, not climate disasters, not stripping away their rights — no, the real menace is TikTok past 8pm. An HHS advisory warns that kids and teens spending four or more hours a day on devices face sleep problems, worse grades, and weaker in‑person relationships, which is rich coming from an administration whose entire governing philosophy is doomscrolling and rage-posting.
This urgent missive arrives from an agency currently operating without a confirmed surgeon general, led instead by an acting placeholder while the White House considers Fox News alum Dr Nicole Saphier for the job. Because when you’re rewriting public health for 330 million people, why not outsource it to cable news? The advisory is fronted by HHS secretary Robert F Kennedy Jr, who now wants to rescue kids from the "digital ecosystem" after spending years undermining trust in actual medicine. Truly a Live real life moment.
While other countries pass laws limiting children’s social media accounts, the US version is a vibes-based "calls to action" list: track screen time, set rules, maybe ask schools and doctors to nag everyone. No funding, no real regulation of tech giants like Meta and Google, just a strongly worded PDF and some lifestyle tips. Meanwhile, courts are busy finding those same tech companies negligent and deceptive in addiction and safety cases — which HHS politely notes before doing absolutely nothing structurally about it.
To round out the irony, the advisory is paired with Melania Trump’s resurrected "Be Best" brand, the cyberbullying initiative launched while her husband used the presidency as a 24/7 harassment platform. So yes, the administration that turned the internet into a weaponized sewer now wants your kids to look up from their phones and enjoy the wider world — the one it’s busily dismantling, deregulating, and selling off to donors. Touch grass, kids, before we pave it.
When you thought you booked a luxury cruise but accidentally signed up for a surprise Nebraska government quarantine experience.
The US government has apparently decided the real outbreak threat isn’t Ebola or hantavirus, it’s Americans attempting to exercise their basic legal right to come home. Instead of evacuating an Ebola-infected US doctor and exposed citizens to some of the world’s best biocontainment facilities – you know, the ones we spent millions of dollars building for exactly this scenario – officials are shipping them off to Germany and Czechia like defective Amazon returns.
Asked why the US suddenly forgot it’s a rich country with hospitals, CDC’s Satish Pillai muttered something about “expeditious” options and “conditions on the ground,” carefully avoiding the part where the White House reportedly didn’t want at-risk Americans back at all. Legal experts note that the law on this is “really simple”: US citizens and green card holders have a right to re-enter the country, and the written travel order even says it doesn’t apply to them. So of course the solution is an unofficial policy that does the opposite, because nothing says rule of law like doing it secretly.
Meanwhile, passengers from a hantavirus-stricken cruise ship are discovering that “home quarantine” actually means “you live in a Nebraska biocontainment unit now,” even after officials initially ruled out mandatory quarantine. Some tried to leave and isolate at home, which was adorable. The government responded with a “decision made across leadership” – always a comforting phrase – to keep them locked up anyway.
Public health experts warn this is a great way to ensure that next time there’s a deadly outbreak in Congo or Uganda, far fewer American doctors and nurses will volunteer, because they enjoy such luxuries as coming back to their families. But the White House once again channels 2014-era Trump logic: if you go help in an Ebola zone, you “must suffer the consequences.” The consequence, apparently, is discovering your passport now comes with an asterisk.
