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Lots of news this weekend—from President Trump telling Attorney General Pam Bondi (in a since-deleted Truth Social post) to aggressively pursue his political enemies (!) to the Charlie Kirk memorial in Arizona. Lost in the mix was a report on Sunday that Trump's border czar, Tom Homan, accepted $50,000 in cash from an undercover FBI agent. The Justice Department reportedly squashed the investigation, claiming it was a "deep state" operation. The story didn't elude Esquire's political columnist, Charles P. Pierce, who weighed in today, adding both historical perspective and gallows humor. You can read his dispatch here. – Michael Sebastian, editor-in-chief Plus: |
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Remember when sting operations used to be taken seriously? |
As anyone would have expected, the new administration squashed the investigation into Homan and his bag o' cash, offering a gust of hot air about the "deep state" and some obvious—and painfully ironic—flummery in The New York Times about how President Biden "was using its resources to target President Trump's allies rather than investigate real criminals and the millions of illegal aliens who flooded our country." There are very few members of this administration more deserving of a rude comeuppance than Homan, an out-of-control bullyboy who likes to threaten mayors and deport sick children as though they were chemical waste. Bagmen used to be a lot more fun. |
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I don't know how TV creator and writer Brad Ingelsby sleeps, but he is somehow able to put his characters through unimaginable hell and then rest his head on the pillow at night. Don't get me wrong, I love Task—and I enjoyed Mare of Easttown, too—but this is dark TV. Maybe, it's just Ingelsby's own brand of revenge against Philadelphia. The Eagles couldn't win the Super Bowl in 2023 when he started working on Task, so now Mark Ruffalo's grieving, overworked detective must learn to live with the fact that his adopted son pushed his wife down the stairs resulting in her death. If only Jalen Hurts and co. got it together sooner, we might have been watching Ingelsby's first romantic comedy on HBO Sunday nights. Instead, we're watching episode 3 of Task, and it's another doozy. Last week, episode 2 ended with one of the most dramatic cliff-hangers I've seen all year. Maeve (Emilia Jones) discovers that Sam (Ben Doherty) is the missing boy the cops are looking for and tries to turn him in anonymously. When her plan goes awry, she's forced to sneak him back home. She walks through the front door as asks Robbie (Tom Pelphrey), "What have you done to us?" Truly, I don't know how they're going to find a way out of this one. |
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I was 22 when I pulled my car across six lanes of traffic in Delaware. I should've made a right, circled around, and waited for the light. Instead, I aimed straight for the median, a shortcut I'd taken a dozen reckless times before. Five days vanished. When I opened my eyes again, I was in intensive care with a tube shoved down my throat. Disoriented and desperate, I tore it out myself. Only later did I learn what had happened—my aorta had torn, an injury that kills most people within three minutes, and my lung had collapsed around it, stopping me from bleeding out. I walked away with scars and a broken hip. But the real damage, the thing that would shape the rest of my life, was invisible. I had lost control of my own body, and sex—the place where control once felt natural—would become the arena where I had to earn it back. I learned that the hard way when I tried to be intimate again. |
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