The Intrepid

A reflection from someone who wasn’t at the protest—but was watching for the signal I wasn’t in the streets on April 5. I was miles away, eating barbecue on a sunny afternoon, trying to follow what was happening. But the feeds were quiet. The networks were quieter.

Why sex toy bombs aren’t funny, even when they are “Fake cosmetics, massage pillows and sex toys. Crude homemade explosives. A Russian known as Warrior. A code word. These key elements of a suspected Russian-run sabotage plot led to parcels being detonated at courier depots in Britain, Germany and

A viral claim says Republicans are taking $880 billion from food and healthcare to give to the richest 0.1%. The truth is more complex—and more devastating. This essay unpacks the real numbers, centers the people most affected, and asks what it means to live in a system that

From the Shoulder of the Highway, Where the Bus Is on Fire Let’s say you’re a cloud engineer. Or a content strategist. Or a professional of any stripe, squinting into the AI horizon, wondering if your job’s going to survive the year. You scroll LinkedIn. You scan

Thousands filled the streets on April 5, 2025—chanting, marching, organizing. Online, the energy burned bright. But the Democratic National Committee? Silent. This isn’t a callout. It’s a question: What does absence mean in a moment like this, and who decides what counts as movement?

We like to think of inclusion as an open door—broad, welcoming, boundaryless. But as Erik Summerfield recently argued, every act of inclusion is also an act of exclusion. To draw a circle is to define its edge. That’s not a flaw. That’s a feature of design. Erik’