Which ERIC? Whichever ERIC wins.
Donald Trump tried to overthrow the United States government, but somehow we're still talking about whether he will run for—or be—president again. A big part of that discussion centers on whether Trump himself still has a hold on the Republican Party, or whether the faithful are ready for a new high priest to tell them the country is being stolen away from them by Those People. One measure of Trump's personal hold on the party is whether his endorsements in Republican primaries actually matter. The results in 2022 are so far mixed. Trump has succeeded with such inspiring selections as Dr. Oz and Herschel Walker, while he's taken some hot Ls in other races. It was probably inevitable that, presented with a bit of uncertainty as to whether he would WIN on his endorsements, Trump has sought a double-headed coin. In the Republican primary race for Missouri Senate, the two most likely victors are Eric Greitens, a real stand-up guy, and Eric Schmitt. Faced with this choice, our former fearless leader chose a new approach. |
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| Because sleeping should be comfortable. |
| Including several versions of the 574, the XC-72 and the X70, among others. |
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Last week, Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer and Pesky 49th Vote Joe Manchin announced they'd reached a deal on a budget reconciliation bill. The framework gets into healthcare, with an extension of Obamacare subsidies to keep insurance premiums down and a provision that seeks to tackle America's extraordinarily high prescription drug prices. What are these pharmaceutical provisions, and what difference will they make for The Everyday American? Where does all this fit in the rocky landscape of the American healthcare? We called up Karen Van Nuys, who studies prescription costs and pharmaceutical distribution chains at the USC Schaeffer Center, to find out. |
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Come for the politics. Stay for the workwear-versus-tailoring showdown. |
| "Real men put country over party," the congresswoman wrote on Twitter, announcing the news. |
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For the last eight years, I've been stalked by a man I do not know. I've never had a conversation with him. I know his name, but I won't say it. I know what he looks like as well as I know the stoops and curbs of my own neighborhood, but I don't know where he comes from, how he lives, or why he chose me. As I write this, he's in jail, but he still sends me pornographic magazines, and he still calls me almost every day. I don't know how it will end, but this is how it began. |
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