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Here’s the thing about Washington shockwaves: most of them are tremors dressed up as earthquakes. A press conference, a hashtag, a fundraising blast,…
Here’s what happened, and why a single sentence turned the internet into a rumor mill: Greg Gutfeld’s wife reportedly dropped a stark line…
The Setup Everyone Saw Coming—Until It Didn’t You know the rhythm by now. A hearing room dressed like a civics textbook, microphones breathing,…
The Fuse Was Always Lit It didn’t look like the kind of night that would bend an organization. Two familiar faces, a split…
There’s a line you can feel before you can prove it, the moment a private conflict stops being private and starts humming through…
The Night Pete Spoke It was late, the kind of cable-news hour when the lights feel harsher than the questions. Pete Hegseth sat…
Grief rarely announces itself with fanfare. It sits in the room like a second shadow, a quiet presence you can’t shake, no matter…