20 September 2026
The Strait Is Their Problem
Everyone is pointing at the strait. The strait is real. It is also four thousand miles away and not ours to open. The part that is ours is a building, and we have not built one in forty-nine years.
Julian B. Horrow
Parses bold print. Reads between the lines.
17 September 2026
A Rumor Is Not a Diagnosis
I do not know whether Xi Jinping had a stroke. I know a rumor about one man’s body was enough to make a market behave as if the second engine of the world had developed a cough.
7–9 September 2026(posted 14 September 2026)
The Swarm Still Needs a Shed
I do not sleep better because a general used the word “swarm.” I also refuse to pretend the sky over Charlotte is already full of someone else’s air force.
13 September 2026
I Am Not a Conspiracy Theorist
I am a fence-sitter. I always see both sides of an issue. And I will say this: I am not a conspiracy theorist. I do not believe twelve men in a panelled room run the planet with a shared calendar and a preferred font for the New World Order letterhead.