House Rules
The Excuses, Tested
Housing fatalism is the only genuinely bipartisan position in America, and it's very convenient for the two-thirds of households holding the asset. Four excuses, four countries.
Political Musing
Where I spend way too much time reading about, thinking about, and writing about politics. It is just a reflection of how fucked up American politics is at the moment. Perhaps one day I will be able to write about Guitars again. I am not holding my breath though
Political Musing
The Empty Toolbox
Reagan raised taxes twice after his own cuts blew out the deficit. The modern GOP position isn't historically Republican. It's something newer and worse.
Political Musing
The Thud
Treasury Secretary Scott Bessent's own notepad read: buy Japanese yen, five to ten billion. Three weeks later the same improvisation showed up in the bond market. It didn't work there either.
Political Musing
The Torch Bearer, Not the Mule
Trump wasn't a mutation. He was the guy who showed up already carrying the right key. What that means for whoever tries to inherit the lock — and why Flake's "fever will break" might be right for all the wrong reasons — Part Two of The Oxidizer.
House Rules
The Accident
Nowhere else on earth has the thirty-year fixed mortgage. It isn't a market product. It's a 1933 emergency measure nobody repealed, and it's still holding up the roof.
foundation
The Oxidizer
Trump didn't blow up the Republican Party. He removed the rate limit. We're living with the consequences
Political Musing
The Numbers Don't Say That
White men fell from thirty percent of American medical students to nineteen. A Princeton professor calls that proof of anti-white discrimination. It is mostly women applying to medical school, and no repeal reverses that.
Tech
One Laser ...
The 1960 hierarchy was written down and voted on. Everything that did the real sorting afterward had no author.
Political Musing
The Doctrine Was Never the Mechanism
Brendan Carr didn't need the Fairness Doctrine. He needed a merger.
House Rules
Are You a Communist, or Can You Afford a Burrito?
Nobody was arguing about food. Chipotle is a price index, the complaint was about land, and the reply — eat ramen, and are you a communist — is a slogan from a postwar sales campaign for the thing that's now unavailable.
Political Musing
Domestic "Events"
Mike Johnson has spent his entire career legislating what happens inside your marriage. He has finally located the one bedroom he will not enter.
The Empty Creel
The Empty Creel Party
The beard is not vetting. A launch video is not a governing record. And a Senate race is a catastrophically expensive place for a first background check. The finale of The Empty Creel: stop waiting for saviors and build the fucking bench.