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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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How Many Donald Trumps Does It Take To Change A Lightbulb?

Posted on February 22, 2026 by 34orion

Fear demands attention. It always has. Some express it in tears, some in anger, some in power. But laughter is the one response fear cannot survive, because it refuses to grant fear authority over the moment Continue reading →

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How Many Donald Trump’s Does It Take To Change A Light Bulb?

Posted on February 21, 2026 by 34orion

A routine medical visit becomes a reflection on public life: fear, noise, and why humor may be the only response that refuses to play the same game as power. Continue reading →

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There is Something to Be Said for Hanging Out on a Sunny Summer Friday Morning In Montclair with Your Sister

Posted on August 16, 2025 by 34orion

There is something to be said for spending a sunny summer Friday morning in Montclair with your sister. First, per a long-standing and ironclad agreement with said sister, I must note that she is much, much younger than me. Exactly … Continue reading →

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On Playground Politics, Bullies, and the Immigrant Experience

Posted on May 11, 2025 by 34orion

When I was ten years old, I immigrated to Summit, New Jersey from Berkeley Heights. It wasn’t far—just over five miles—but for me, it felt like crossing an ocean. I was leaving behind a pack of kids (a “gang” before … Continue reading →

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