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This Week and Next

Sadly none of this is made up, it just reads like bullshit. Welcome to America.

Dear Readers,

What a week it’s been in the septic tank of American politics. While the rest of the country was desperately clinging to the last threads of sanity, Powell House Press was performing forensic autopsies on the bloated corpses of democracy with the precision of a serial killer and the glee of a gossip columnist. These days you take the joy anywhere you can find it.

This week’s horror show included the eternal question: Do we really need the Epstein files? It’s like asking if we need to know what’s really in a hotdog. NBC apparently always thought we’d heard quite enough, thank you very much — because nothing says “journalism” like willful blindness when the cash registers were singing during The Apprentice years. Funny how these media titans who turned Trump’s every bowel movement into breaking news suddenly develop convenient amnesia when it involves their own complicity in creating the monster.

We were also treated to Tulsi Gabbard’s latest Oscar-worthy performance — accusing Barack Obama of treason with the theatrical flair of a community theater Lady Macbeth. Our political prostitute-turned-MAGA-missionary has…