Dems don’t give a damn about children. They just want to score points on the political football field. And that’s my problem with the Epstein saga. People are using innocent children to score points against a political opponent they don’t like. What happened to sacred honor? What happened to fighting battles mano-a-mano? Man to man. Leave the children out of it.

While we reflect on Jesse Jackson’s life and influence, we should remember that his mantra was incomplete. “Keep Hope Alive,” he would say. Hope in what? Hope in policy? Hope in influence? Hope in power? Hope in money? That kind of hope burns hot...like Hell.

The world really is a stage now, and everyone is method acting. The audience is global. The spotlight is always on because the stage is digital. Call it whatever you want—social media, the Metaverse, the Matrix. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that millions of Americans are no longer living their lives. They’re performing their lives.

The law is in favor of the Trump Administration: ICE has the right to be in Minneapolis, the officer had the right to shoot Renee Good after being struck with her vehicle, while activists and agitators do not have the right to impede law enforcement. But for the general public, none of that matters. It’s all about how things look and how they feel. It’s a shame, but it is the political reality in 2026.

Druski’s critique stopped at the pulpit. He should have kept going. The pews deserve some attention, too.

The Black Santa crusade is a political and cultural grift. White liberals play Geppetto, pulling identity-politics strings to keep their black puppets dancing to the rhythm of racism and making sure the balance of power stays in their favor. Symbolism is cheaper than repentance.

If the GOP wants to stay effective after Trump, it needs to remember an inconvenient truth about revolutions, reforms, and lasting political coalitions. These movements are rarely led by the poorest. They are led by the bourgeois.

On the surface, sure, Meg and her team are securing victories in court. But dig beneath the media-curated veneer, and you'll see a more sobering truth: everyone took an L—Megan, Tory Lanez, blogger Milagro Gramz, and the free press.

The Industrial Revolution of Romance turns everything into a commodity to be profited from. It's the neoliberal dream—turning people into products.

Nicki Minaj has officially had her invitation to "the cookout" revoked. She has to join the rest of the "coons" in Massa's House. And all for expressing a little gratitude.

Things are going to get a lot worse before they get better. Because that's how politics and life work—it swings like a pendulum. From one extreme to the other. Sometimes it swings right, sometimes it swings left. When people have tolerated failure for long enough, they long for something different.

Just weeks after President Trump and HHS Secretary RFK Jr. sounded alarm bells about potential neurodevelopment risks linked to acetaminophen, Kimberly-Clark swoops in and buys Kenvue Inc.—the parent company of Tylenol—in one of the largest corporate takeovers in history. If you listen closely enough, you might hear the PR teams whispering, "Quick, change the narrative before anyone connects the dots."