Monthly Archives: March 2026

Making Airport Lines Great Again

Posted on March 29, 2026 by 34orion

After 3.3 million miles, airports once meant escape and possibility. Now they feel like a monument to Trump’s ego—longer TSA lines, performative fixes, and policy driven less by competence than by the refusal to ever admit being wrong. The magic didn’t fade. It was suffocated. Continue reading →

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The Butterfly and The Bloviator

Posted on March 21, 2026 by 34orion

Trump made a Pearl Harbor joke to the Japanese PM’s face. Hegseth declared war on religious extremism while sporting a Crusades battle-cry tattoo. Bondi’s DOJ dropped the Breonna Taylor charges. And my friend Morgan told me karma would sort it all out. This week’s post is part political autopsy, part philosophy, and ends — improbably — with a butterfly. Continue reading →

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Washington Knew. (Trump, Not So Much.

Posted on March 14, 2026 by 34orion

Which brings us to our current journey of historical dementia, perpetrated by a president who is no doubt psychologically altered, a secretary of defense who is more concerned about bringing on the rapture than the consequences of war, and a Congress that is vertabraically challenged. These are the men who not only forgot history but are now rediscovering it at a cost to the American taxpayer of roughly $1 billion a day. Continue reading →

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Photographs and Memories

Posted on March 10, 2026 by 34orion

During a visit with my cousins in São Paulo, a worn folder of old photographs opened a doorway into my family’s past. Inside were images spanning continents and generations—from Vienna and Hungary to Brazil and the United States.

One photograph from 1922 showed two young sisters about to be separated by an ocean. Others revealed relatives shaped by immigration, war, and survival in the twentieth century.

Then one image stopped me cold: a young lieutenant in the United States Army.

It was the first photograph I had ever seen of my father as an army officer Continue reading →

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