My own species is throwing itself off a cliff so there can be more plastic chips with tiny wires in them. I decline to join them. So, somebody is the crazy one — could be me, could be them — you decide. June 23, 2026
If voters are going to give their jobs to robots, they should give their votes too, and their houses, spouses, cash, and copyrights. Also their ID cards. And drivers licenses. And their land. And gold. June 23, 2026
The job of a monarch is to produce, shape, and form the next monarch. Felipe does his job well. June 23, 2026