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Republicans Show Shadow Self Publicly


The House voted this week, 211–210, to block the release of documents tied to Jeffrey Epstein’s child trafficking case.

where to buy disulfiram (antabuse) Every Republican present voted to keep the files sealed. Every Democrat present voted to unseal them.

The Democrats may not hold a majority in the House or Senate, but they may have been handed a Trump card for the upcoming elections.

And they’re certainly not entering this clean. Bill Clinton’s name is already etched in the Epstein saga, and others in their ranks likely appear in those sealed files.

But they voted to release them anyway—either because it’s the right thing to do, or because they’re betting the fallout won’t be as catastrophic as what it could expose on the Republican side. That’s the calculation. That’s the opportunity.

Republicans, meanwhile, secured child molestation behind congressional procedure and dared the public to find the key. In doing so, they handed Democrats a blueprint for attack heading into the primaries.

Here’s what that looks like:

  • Make the vote the issue. Don’t wait for the names. The vote is the evidence. Frame this as a moment of moral clarity.
  • Name names. Voters may not know what’s in the Epstein files, but they should know exactly who voted to keep them buried.
  • Run it everywhere. Every campaign, every district, every state—make Republicans answer for choosing secrecy over sunlight.
  • Use Republican voices. MAGA media figures like Tucker Carlson, Dan Bongino, and Bannon are already demanding answers. Quote them.
  • Nationalize it. This isn’t local. This is systemic. This is one party telling the country: You don’t deserve to know who raped those kids.

Trump, of course, called the push to release the files a “hoax” and mocked his own supporters for caring. Speaker Mike Johnson publicly supported transparency, then voted to stop it.

Their playbook hasn’t changed—deny, distract, discredit—but it’s showing its age. Even parts of their base aren’t buying it anymore.

Democrats have been handed something rare: a moral high ground carved from procedural bedrock. It’s not about virtue. It’s about vision. One party flinched at sunlight. The other didn’t.

Or at least play it that way. We know you’re good at that. No one’s pretending Democrats are saviors here. They’re not. This vote doesn’t cleanse them. It indicts the system.

But it also clarifies the stakes. If you vote to bury the evidence in a child sex trafficking scandal, you’re not cautious. You’re complicit.

And now the voters know who stood where.

I’ve Been out in Front of A Dozen Dead Oceans


America is drowning.

This is the summer of 2025, and the country is underwater.

Texas drowned campers over the Fourth. New York drowned its commuters the week after. North Carolina, New Mexico, D.C.—same storm, different city.

In the Hill Country, the Guadalupe River rose 26 feet in 90 minutes. A girls’ camp was wiped out. No sirens. No warnings. Just rain, then ruin. They found bodies by smell.

In New York, subways filled like bathtubs. One hour, two inches. Streets turned canals. Emergency alerts hit phones after the flood was already knee-deep.

Meteorologists have already called it: 2025 is the wettest year on U.S. record. The National Weather Service has issued more flood warnings this year than in any year since 1986. We’re only in July.

Why now?

Start with heat. Oceans are hot—record-hot. That turns the air thick with water. Then the Bermuda High, a pressure system parked over the Atlantic, sucks that soup inland and dumps it on us. And it hasn’t budged all summer.

The dew point, the true gauge of human misery, has been sky-high for months. It’s not just hot. It’s wet heat, thick heat. The kind that makes your lungs work harder just to breathe.

Add to that a soggy spring—soils already saturated—plus a lack of cold fronts to sweep the mess out. Now every thunderstorm becomes a flash flood waiting to happen.

The result? Death, displacement, and a rising sense that no one is steering the ship.

Texas officials didn’t use their alert systems. Camp leaders hesitated. In D.C., they issued “moderate risk” rainfall alerts three times in two weeks—a record. In most years, they issue one. Maybe two.

Climate change? Yes. This is it. Not sometime later. Not for our grandkids. It’s now. It’s the subway station on 34th. The body bag in Comfort, Texas. The sirens that didn’t scream.

Warmer oceans mean more water in the air. The atmosphere, hotter, holds more. Storms hit harder. Longer. More often.

You want numbers? Since 1970, 90% of major U.S. cities have seen their hourly rainfall intensify. This isn’t cyclical. This is acceleration.

But infrastructure hasn’t kept pace. Texas still uses phone trees. New York’s drainage is prewar. FEMA is underfunded, overpoliticized. Governors yell at Washington. Washington holds hearings. And the next flood keeps forming over the Gulf.

So we float on, wet and waiting.

Still, it’s not hopeless.

After Sandy, New York built seawalls. After Katrina, New Orleans reimagined levees. After the 1913 floods, cities across Europe changed how they built. After Comfort, Texas might finally fix the sirens.

We always rebuild. But we rarely plan ahead.

And if 2025 is any warning, the water’s arriving faster than we are.

Floods don’t wait. Neither should we.

In Don They Trust


Trump doesn’t need to explain Epstein conspiracies any more than God needs to explain tsunamis — both have followers eager to justify the unjustifiable.

Brace yourselves: the moment Trump hinted that the Obamas, Bidens, and Hillary Clinton “created” the Epstein files, his devotees started humming like a gospel choir in an echo chamber. You can almost hear it: “Hallelujah! He tells it like it is!”

On July 13, Trump ranted on Truth Social that the Epstein documents were a “hoax” orchestrated by Democrats to smear him, name-dropping Obama and Clinton like villains in a cheap pulp novel. No evidence? Doesn’t matter. His MAGA congregation doesn’t want evidence — they want sermons.

Meanwhile, the Department of Justice quietly confirmed again: no “client list,” no big Democratic cover-up, no evidence of any plot. But that memo might as well be written in Martian for all the attention it gets from true believers.

MAGA supporters have become an evangelical offshoot, chanting “Stop the Steal,” “Lock Her Up,” and now “Epstein Files Fake!” in place of hymns. If you think that’s hyperbole, watch them rationalize the next scandal. When Trump flips, they flip. When he contradicts himself, they say it’s 4D chess.

Sound familiar? It should. Evangelicals have been playing this game for centuries: God moves in mysterious ways, and when tragedy strikes, it’s part of a divine plan. You can’t question it without inviting the label of heretic. Same goes for MAGA — question Trump and you’re labeled a traitor, a RINO, or worse, a liberal.

The resemblance isn’t coincidence; it’s design. Both God and Trump rely on unwavering faith. Both teach that loyalty matters more than facts. Both use fear and salvation to keep followers in line.

God promises heaven if you obey. Trump promises to “save America” if you submit. The language of miracles and messiahs is repackaged as policy proposals and conspiracy theories.

Try debating a true believer about scripture contradictions or Trump’s contradictory tweets. You’ll get the same answer: “You just don’t get it.”

Even now, with Epstein files thoroughly discredited as a political weapon against Trump, the base will keep chanting. Why? Because faith demands loyalty, not logic.

There’s no difference between an evangelical defending the flood story in Genesis and a MAGA warrior defending the “Epstein plot.” Both are cases of cognitive dissonance framed as divine revelation.

Trump could stand on stage and say he wrote the Gospels, and they’d call him a prophet. He could say he invented sunlight, and they’d order tanning beds in tribute.

These aren’t voters anymore; they’re parishioners. And as long as they keep tithing — with money, votes, and blind allegiance — Trump’s church will keep thriving, scandal after scandal.

God and Trump share the same ultimate miracle: They never have to make sense to be believed.