Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Something to Know - 17 March


To better understand our current modern day dilema, we need to assess what technology and education hath brought.  Parents' emphasis on providing the best education for their children to secure better jobs and lives was, and still is the best advice.   However, we have entered a phase where more college graduates are seeking employment while fewer jobs are available. This realization stresses the limits of one's dreams and training.    Many people aren't prepared for the reality of a college-educated workforce entering blue-collar employment.  George Packer spells it out for us.

Quote of the Day: "Although slavery may have been abolished, the crippling poison of racism still persists, and the struggle still continues."
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The College-Educated Working Class

Can a generation of graduates frustrated by their economic prospects change American labor politics?


illustration of workers sitting on skyscraper beam, with 8 men and women in college graduation caps, workwear, and gloves
Illustration by Álvaro Bernis

This is an age of mutinies. For more than a decade in America, they've come so thick and fast that they trip over one another: the Tea Party, Occupy, Black Lives Matter, the Resistance, the anti-lockdown protests, the insurrection, the anti-ICE protests. The ur-mutiny, encompassing some of these, provoking and provoked by others, is MAGA. Even in full authoritarian control of the federal government, it still acts like a rioter laying dynamite at the foundation of a decayed establishment.

We understand these revolts in terms of the dominant political fact of our time, the forever war between red and blue. The mutinies are staged by one side or the other, and every high-profile trial, incendiary speech, and shooting caught on camera divides Americans instantly and predictably into two opposing camps, with apparently irreconcilable visions of what is true and of what the country is and should be: multicultural America versus heritage America. The former is inclusive, outward- and forward-looking; the latter is exclusive, inward-looking, and nostalgic for a past that it tries to recapture by tearing up traditions, norms, and the Constitution itself.

The obvious precedent for an age of mutinies is the decade before the Civil War—the years of Uncle Tom's Cabin, Bleeding Kansas, Dred Scott, and John Brown—when pressure built up until it exploded in what future Secretary of State William H. Seward labeled "the irrepressible conflict." The roll call of the present goes through the coronavirus pandemic, George Floyd, January 6, Project 2025, Charlie Kirk, Renee Good, and Alex Pretti. Now that President Trump's masked militias are battling residents in the streets of blue cities, our own conflict seems to be coming to a head.

But if we unfasten our gaze long enough from the riveting prospect of another civil war, a different historical period comes to mind. The fundamental sources of our troubles, going back half a century, are economic inequality, political paralysis, corruption, mass immigration, and cultural and technological upheavals. These were exactly the country's great problems at the start of the previous century. In 1914, Walter Lippmann wrote in his manifesto, Drift and Mastery: "No mariner ever enters upon a more uncharted sea than does the average human being born into the twentieth century." Several decades of populism, progressivism, and reaction led to the emergence of a new order with the New Deal.

What is life like for someone born in the 21st century? Your everyday reality is disorienting change—but not the kind that freed Lippmann and his generation to shape their era. Instead, your overwhelming feeling is that the game is rigged against you. You see the old as at best indifferent, if not outright predatory, and lacking the ability or the desire to solve the problems they've inflicted on you. The electronic air you breathe crackles with vituperation. Political and media elites hoard status and wealth by keeping you in a perpetual fever of resentment and fury. Meanwhile, tech giants addict you from toddlerhood to devices that alienate you from other people and the natural world, trapping you in a hall of mirrors, until you give up on the idea that truth is even knowable and surrender to the wildest images of unreality. Your sense of your own existence grows fragile, and your job prospects are as precarious as your mental health. Whatever your race or gender, it feels like a liability. The system is a conspiracy against your chance at a decent life.

Anger and helplessness drive some young people to Nick Fuentes, others to Hasan Piker, and others still to fentanyl or 20-hour days of Fortnite. They might revile one another, but they exist in the same frame, where they suffer many of the same afflictions. From this perspective, the culture wars momentarily recede. Perhaps the most important arena of struggle isn't the internet, where the wars are fought and nothing is achieved except division, but the physical world, where certain problems are common to all ordinary people. Perhaps the deepest conflict is not between red and blue, but between power and powerlessness.

Compared with a vicious online duel, this conflict is hard to dramatize. It seldom becomes the focus of politics, except in grand rhetorical gestures or small fixes for the deterioration of everyday life. A congresswoman denounces monopolistic oligarchy; a senator rails against Big Tech; another congresswoman drafts legislation against the nuisance of overly bright headlights and for the "right to repair" your own truck or washing machine. A movement of 20-somethings embraces dumb phones. And even now, amid the head-spinning events of Trump's second term, there's a sense that nothing fundamental changes. In Lippmann's time, the relations among citizens, corporations, and government underwent a historic transformation; in our time, new laws and civic reforms hardly ever arise. We spend our energy on the mostly online battles of the red-blue war, stumbling down the path of the 1850s, while the powerful entities that control our lives grow bigger and more corrupt.

The subtitle of Noam Scheiber's Mutiny: The Rise and Revolt of the College-Educated Working Class points to an unexpected group of young people who are toiling against concentrated wealth and power. A college-educated working class sounds like an oxymoron because socioeconomic status is generally defined by education and believed to rise with each academic degree. In recent years, a college education has become one of the most reliable indicators of both economic well-being and voting behavior. Americans with a college degree tend to make 75 percent more money over their lifetime than those without, and in the past three presidential elections, these better-educated, wealthier voters have moved steadily to the Democratic Party. In 2024, they voted for Kamala Harris over Donald Trump by 16 percentage points. As if according to some law of political dynamics, non-college-educated Americans have gone for Trump and the Republican Party by similar margins. The political alignment of the 20th century, when workers tended to favor Democrats and professionals Republicans, has been reversed in the 21st. The education divide is the most significant factor in American politics—sharpest among white voters, and increasing among Latino voters as well.

These trends are so glaring that the term working class is now used to describe both those without a college degree and the MAGA base. So in reporting on the college-educated working class, Scheiber, who covers labor for The New York Times, is like a zoologist whose fieldwork has revealed the existence of an animal that contradicts some long-standing theory of speciation.

His subjects, in their 20s or early 30s, came out of college with heavy debts and unrealistic expectations. A Grinnell grad, recipient of a prestigious postcollege fellowship, takes a job at a Chicago Starbucks to support himself while he tries to break into theater, only to find years later that the theater dream has died and he's still making lattes, hectored by managers, hard up enough to apply for food stamps. After college, an "Apple fangirl" in Maryland is encouraged by a local Apple Store to think of her job in terms of passion and human potential. Hired to do one-on-one tech tutorials, she hopes to move up to designing the curriculum; instead, the company's relentless focus on profit traps her as a glorified saleswoman in a retail mall, and she fails to keep up with her bills. Corporate America seduces these ambitious young people with exalted titles that bear scant relation to the reality of the work: Apple Store "creatives" and "geniuses" who have to wheedle customers into buying a $3,500 Vision Pro headset, Starbucks "partners" who prepare venti iced caramel macchiatos all day, Amazon "associates" whose moves around the warehouse are tracked to the minute, adjunct "professors" who earn sub-median pay with little hope of a career in their field.

It would be easy for an older, more comfortable reader, or a more truly impoverished one, to dismiss the grievances of Scheiber's subjects. How sorry can you feel for an underemployed Hollywood scriptwriter who makes ends meet through a "sugar dating" app, as a companion for wealthy older men? These young graduates start out naive about the heartlessness of the corporate world and harbor illusory hopes for success in unforgiving professions. Culturally, they have little in common with meat packers or home health aides who never expect to do more than get by—who are toiling for their children's futures, not their own. The college-educated are trained to expect that the world will make room for them, and when it doesn't—when they suffer the indignities of wage work, with its unpredictable schedules and disrespectful bosses, and can see no way up or out—the blow isn't just economic; it's psychological. "They were often bourgeois in their tastes," Scheiber writes. "They cradled sleek smartphones and expensive cups of coffee. They watched prestige TV on demand. But the previous decade and a half had bequeathed them the bank accounts—and the politics—of the proletariat."

illustration of white to-go coffee cup with green circular logo of stylized Karl MarxIllustration by Álvaro Bernis

The individual stories Scheiber tells sometimes feel like cases of bad luck or poor decision making, but he's writing more broadly about a generation of graduates whose prospects have unquestionably dimmed. The price of a college degree is soaring while its comparative benefit is shrinking. The pay gap between college and high-school grads has stopped growing over the past two decades, partly because of the Great Recession and the pandemic. The number of jobs in some of the most desirable careers has dropped, creating intense competition due to what the scholar Peter Turchin calls "elite overproduction." Or, as Scheiber puts it, "too many people with expensive credentials chased too few jobs requiring those credentials." When expectation and reality part ways for a cohort that's been raised on the assumption of upward mobility—when elites start to sink, and reform is blocked—the political waters get very rough, often leading to social disintegration and unrest. Turchin's historical examples include prerevolutionary France, Russia, and Iran; another is the United States in this decade.

Scheiber's main interest is the development of a radical political consciousness in a generation of phone addicts and Netflix junkies. Mutiny follows a dozen or so employees at Starbucks, Apple, Amazon, Hollywood studios, and research universities who all come to the same epiphany: "They saw themselves as members of the rank and file. They grumbled about their supervisors and cursed their corporate overlords." This new awareness, whether or not it qualifies them as bona fide members of the working class, leads them to join union-organizing drives, publicize corporate abuses, go on strike, and gradually find more purpose in labor activism than in their thwarted professional ambitions.

We remember the pandemic as a boiling point in the culture wars. The continuous battles over lockdowns, masking, police violence, expertise, conspiracy theories, and the outcome of the 2020 election have never really subsided. But the pandemic also exposed the grotesque unfairness of our economy and society in deeply personal ways, cutting across the red-blue divide. In the pandemic's early days, before the crisis became completely subsumed by the cultural civil war, a memorable phrase appeared: essential workers, people whose livelihood required them to show up at work and risk their health. The difference between the fates of essential and nonessential workers was a profound injustice, and a healthy country would have made it a focus of public attention and policy. Jeff Bezos's fortune increased by $24 billion in the pandemic's first month. Meanwhile, his company's treatment of its essential workers, and the firing of Chris Smalls, an outspoken employee in a Staten Island warehouse, triggered the creation of the first Amazon union—a milestone in the recent surge of labor activism in America.

But Amazon turned out to be a more difficult case for labor organizing in the early 2020s than Starbucks, Apple, or Disney. Disagreements over tactics and strategy led to a power struggle that divided the union, damaging the cause of labor at Amazon. Smalls, the union's first president, framed the division along lines of race and class; his leadership faction claimed to speak for the warehouse's Black and brown workers who never went to college (though Scheiber points out that the opposition to Smalls also included nonwhite, non-college-educated workers). In his forthcoming memoir, When the Revolution Comes, Smalls accuses white college-educated organizers at the Staten Island warehouse of trying to take power away from the authentic working class. He insists that the Amazon union must be led by workers of color—only they have the experience of hardship to understand and speak for the rank and file. "If there is any mistake I made, any regret I have," Smalls writes, "it's the fact that early on we let people who didn't see the importance of race and culture the way we did get into positions of power within our movement."

In a way, Smalls is challenging the thesis of Mutiny. He's implying that there's something inauthentic, maybe flatly contradictory, about a college-educated working class, especially a white one. He's saying that "race and culture" matter more than an hourly wage. The fracturing of the Amazon union at the Staten Island warehouse plays a relatively small part in Mutiny. Though Scheiber occasionally questions the wisdom of his protagonists, he's plainly on their side. He considers their oppression real, their struggles just, and their activism the best way to achieve more stable, dignified lives. But he isn't sufficiently aware of the insularity and fragility of their project.

Mutiny includes no college grads in dead-end jobs whose grievances have turned them toward MAGA rather than union activism—young men and women recruited by Turning Point USA while still in college. Instead, most of the book's protagonists would feel at home at a Democratic Socialists of America convention. They're the kind of progressive Zoomers and Millennials who use gender-neutral pronouns and post online about Palestine. Within two days of October 7, a Starbucks organizer called on X for "solidarity with Palestine!," and even though the post was soon taken down, Gaza created such controversy for Starbucks that the company and union sued each other over social-media posts about the war. Joe Biden's efforts to be the most pro-labor president in history didn't spare him the wrath of young Starbucks employees who accused him of complicity in genocide. The war galvanized them in a way that haggling over wages and hours no longer did.

The point isn't that the Starbucks union should have taken a different position on Gaza, or that Smalls was wrong to insist on the centrality of "race and culture" at the Amazon warehouse. But these episodes show how easily the culture war can insert itself into a righteous cause. At the Apple Store in Maryland, Black and white workers in the union maintained cohesion and were able to negotiate a decent contract by focusing on corporate greed, which required a delicate balance between acknowledging the differences in their life experiences and resisting the centrifugal pull of identity.

This decade has seen more union activism than any other in almost half a century. The overweening power of corporations and plutocrats has turned much of the country in favor of labor, and Scheiber believes that it doesn't matter whether workers assemble automobiles, make upscale coffee drinks, or write television scripts. He seems sanguine that the college divide is fading as more and more Americans experience the whip hand of a heartless economic order. Scheiber cites polls that show college graduates drawing closer to the more conservative views of the working class on immigration and crime, and he takes this as evidence that "there may be a basis for an alliance between the two groups after all."

But other polls suggest real disagreements between those with and without a college degree. For example, on whether to deport all immigrants in the country illegally, one poll found that the gap is almost 20 percentage points among non-Hispanic white people. In general, I'm more skeptical than Scheiber is that progressive baristas—let alone newly unionized doctors and architects—are going to be eagerly embraced by their working-class brothers and sisters. Plenty of Americans will dislike the attitudes and styles of Mutiny's activists. There are important cultural differences between an internist struggling to treat patients in a private-equity conglomerate and a John Deere machinist on strike because of layoffs. That both belong to a union might matter less than that one voted for Harris, the other for Trump, and each has some reason to fear and loathe the other. The culture war is burning too hot for a class war to snuff it out anytime soon.

The radicalization of college-educated Americans who have begun to live the unpleasant realities of their less privileged compatriots—who can hardly afford rent, much less to buy a house and start a family—is an encouraging turn. They could form part of a broader social movement that finally addresses our deepest problems instead of dissolving them in electronic bile. A professional class that identifies with America's multitudes of have-nots and votes on that basis would be a powerful force for greater equality and opportunity.

But to succeed, such a movement has to be aware of the fault lines that could make it fail, and take care not to widen them. Tread lightly around the identity traits no one chose and the beliefs no one will give up; instead, emphasize a common economic fate. The ground that unites the powerless against the powerful is always about to collapse. Our irrepressible red-blue conflict is always ready to set Americans against Americans in every conceivable way: education, race, religion, age, gender, region, even views of foreign wars. It's better to be honest about these differences, and try not to rub them raw until they destroy the chance for a better country, than to assume that they don't matter or wish them out of existence.


This article appears in the April 2026 print edition with the headline "The College-Educated Working Class."




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Sunday, March 15, 2026

Something to Know - 15 March

Today's Quote: 
"Coal mining is an industry rife with mismanagement, corruption, greed and an almost blatant disregard for the safety, health and quality of life of its work force. Everyone knows this. Everyone has always known it."

Today's Song:  John Prine and Paradise.  It's about a coal mine operator in Kentucky who has laid waste to the beautiful town know as Paradise:

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Trump's War, America's Bill

Trump's Iran war is colliding with higher prices, shaky allies, media intimidation, and the familiar American trick of turning public suffering into private profit.

Mar 15
 
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Good morning! Welcome once again to the slow-motion demolition derby formerly marketed as American leadership. Donald Trump wanted 2026 to be the year of the great economic boom, the triumphant return of prosperity, strength, swagger, cheap gas, happy markets, and a grateful electorate. Instead, he has managed to light a match in the middle of the global oil system, rattle allies, embolden regulators who apparently think the First Amendment is more of a mood than a law, and remind the world that in modern America the profits go upstairs while the pain gets mailed to everyone else.

Let's start with the war, because the war is now colliding with everything. Trump is looking increasingly less like a strongman in command and more like a man frantically refreshing Truth Social while the consequences outrun the spin. The administration sold this as a short, decisive operation that would demonstrate strength, restore order, and somehow make the world safer while also keeping the domestic economy on its sugar-high glide path. Instead, the Strait of Hormuz remains unsafe, the U.S. Embassy in Baghdad has been attacked again, Americans have been told to leave Iraq immediately, Gulf states are absorbing retaliation, oil prices have surged, and the White House is now reduced to publicly begging other countries to send ships and help clean up a mess it insists was all meticulously planned.

That public begging is one of the most revealing parts of the whole spectacle. Trump is now calling on China, Japan, South Korea, the UK, France, and anyone else with a navy and a tolerance for chaos to help force open the Strait of Hormuz. Nothing says "I have total control of this situation" quite like publicly asking your geopolitical rivals and weary allies to come bail you out in one of the most dangerous waterways on earth. South Korea's reporting, in particular, has been fascinating because it is not treating this like some masterful alliance operation. It is treating it like a dangerous, improvised U.S.-driven crisis that threatens Korean shipping, Korean energy supplies, Korean citizens in the region, and Korean security planning with North Korea still sitting there like a loaded gun. Seoul's instinct has not been "how can we help Trump win his war?" but "how fast can we get our people out of there?" which, frankly, sounds like the first sensible thing anyone has done.

And that makes Trump's method even more absurd. When Seoul says there was no formal request through the usual channels and then Trump starts bleating on social media for warships, it projects panic with Wi-Fi. You do not need a doctorate in foreign policy to look at that and conclude that something is slipping. A well-run coalition effort does not look like a man discovering mid-crisis that posting is not a substitute for diplomacy. It especially does not look like him publicly appealing to China, of all countries, to help manage the very shipping chaos his war helped unleash. That is not strategic poise, but a guy standing in a flooded basement yelling that the hose is doing great while calling every neighbor on the block.

Trump's own team seems to be developing that unmistakable "oh no" look. David Sacks, one of the administration's assorted czars and crypto-adjacent decorative gourds, is already saying this is a good time to declare victory and get out. That matters not because David Sacks is some oracle of history, but because it signals that even inside Trump's orbit there are people staring at the oil chart and realizing that "forever war, but with worse logistics and higher gas prices" may not poll quite as beautifully as they hoped.

Yes, gas prices matter, because the administration's whole domestic sales pitch is now crashing into a barrel of crude. The New York Times has laid this out very clearly: Trump wanted to run through 2026 boasting about a booming economy, rising incomes, a happy stock market, and the triumphant restoration of American prosperity. Instead, by launching this war, he has taken his own economic narrative out behind the barn and shot it in the foot. Oil has surged, gas prices have climbed, and mortgage rates have ticked up. Market nerves are showing. Economists are once again whispering the ugly R-word. The same administration that promised a fiscal tailwind is now standing there while higher energy prices eat it alive.

This is where the scam becomes beautifully, grotesquely familiar. When oil prices rise, Trump boasts that America "makes a lot of money," which is true only if by "America" you mean oil companies, traders, and investors who already own the building. For everyone else, it means higher gas prices, higher shipping costs, more expensive groceries, more inflation pressure, and another lesson in how this country privatizes gains and socializes pain like it is a sacred sacrament. The Financial Times reports that U.S. oil groups could enjoy a $63 billion windfall if crude stays elevated. Terrific! Somewhere, a producer is polishing a quarterly earnings call while a family in the suburbs stares at the gas pump like it just insulted their mother.

Even Energy Secretary Chris Wright is admitting the obvious. On Sunday he said there are "no guarantees" oil prices will fall soon. No guarantees. The Strait is still unsafe; tankers are still at risk and mines are in the water. The administration is now openly telling Americans that yes, there will be "a little bit" of increased prices, but please think of it as short-term pain on the road to something better. It is amazing how often the "short-term pain" part gets delivered right on time while the "much better place" part somehow remains in beta forever.

That should be one of the central themes of today's roundup: consumers never benefit. They are never the audience for the windfall. The public gets volatility, price shocks, uncertainty, and patriotic lectures about sacrifice. The people at the top get leverage, upside, and television appearances explaining why this is all very necessary. America may be the largest oil producer in the world, but when prices jump, the winnings go upstairs and the bill goes to everyone else.

Because this administration cannot simply wreck things abroad without trying to control the story at home, we now have Brendan Carr out here cosplaying as a state censor in a cheap suit. Carr's latest threats against broadcasters over alleged "hoaxes" and "news distortions" are not subtle, and they are not normal. He is explicitly waving around the idea of license renewal while Trump fumes about war coverage he does not like. Instead of behaving like a neutral regulator doing careful public-interest oversight, Carr is a political enforcer all but telling broadcasters to smile prettier while the bombs fall.

The FCC does have limited authority over over-the-air broadcasters, but Carr's rhetoric goes far beyond the narrow legal framework he is pretending to invoke. The Commission is not supposed to be a presidential emotional support animal. It is not supposed to function as a disciplinary arm for wartime messaging. And yet Carr's posture increasingly says the quiet part loud: if coverage embarrasses the president, maybe the government should get a little more involved. From abroad, this already looks exactly as ugly as you would expect. Al Jazeera framed it as the kind of behavior associated with governments that want the press to echo power, not question it. Honestly, that is hard to argue with when one of the movement's own propaganda graphics is literally celebrating Trump "reshaping the media" as if crushing independent journalism were some kind of championship season.

That graphic is useful because it reveals the ideology in plain English. Not "better journalism," or "more accurate information," or "a healthier democratic media environment." Instead, the fantasy is conquest. Outlets defunded, personalities removed, ownership changed, regulations weaponized, settlements extracted, all arranged on a triumphant scoreboard under the banner of winning. It is obedience they want. A weaker press, a more frightened press, a more compliant press. The First Amendment problem is not subtle once the movement starts making fan art about disciplining the media ecosystem.

None of this exists in isolation. It all belongs to the same broader American disease: a system that protects itself, its donors, and its power structures long before it serves the public. Which brings us neatly to my state, Oregon, where voters overwhelmingly approved campaign contribution limits and lawmakers then spent years proving that when the public says reform, the political class hears, "please launder this into something harmless." Seventy-eight percent of Oregon voters said yes to limiting money in politics. There was nothing ambiguous about that. It was the electorate looking directly at its own government and saying, enough. And then the Legislature, after dragging its feet for years, came back with higher caps, delayed implementation, continued corporate giving, and fresh loopholes that critics say may render the whole thing effectively illusory.

It is such a perfect American story it almost feels like performance art. The public votes for reform, the politicians stall, the donor class gets consulted, the lawyers get busy, and eventually everyone in power emerges from a closed room to announce a historic breakthrough that somehow leaves the original problem very much alive. We do not kill reform in this country; instead, we process it. We soften it, postpone it, loophole it, lawyer it to death, and then hold a press conference declaring mission accomplished while the same money keeps flowing through a slightly more decorative pipe.

That Oregon has a Democratic supermajority is exactly the point. This was not reform dying at the hands of Republicans. This was reform being absorbed, managed, and neutered by the very party that claims to believe in it. When a supermajority cannot deliver clean campaign finance limits after voters approve them by 78 percent, the problem is not partisan obstruction. The problem is that the system, regardless of branding, is built to protect the people who already know how to work it.

That story also helps explain why so many people feel politically homeless. The machinery absorbs reformers, domesticates movements, protects insiders, and turns big public mandates into maintenance work for the existing order. Which is why "just vote blue" so often lands with all the emotional force of being handed a paper umbrella during a flood. People are tired of being told that the next election, the next candidate, the next compromise, the next clever institutional maneuver will finally produce meaningful change, only to watch the borg collective shuffle into formation and protect itself again.

Because we are living in a time when the absurd and the practical now share a studio apartment, there is also one small side note worth mentioning for Americans quietly staring at the national meltdown and wondering whether any exit strategy exists outside fantasy novels. Some people with French Canadian roots may have one hiding in family history. Canada's changes around the so-called Lost Canadians issue have opened citizenship-by-descent pathways for many people who were previously shut out. It requires paperwork, records, lineage, patience, and bureaucratic endurance. But for families across New England with roots in Quebec or the Maritimes, old surnames may turn out to be more than genealogy. Frankly, in this climate, even learning the door might still be cracked open can feel like a form of oxygen.

So where does all this leave us this morning? Trump wanted to sell a story about strength, prosperity, and winning. Instead, he is presiding over a widening regional war, a threatened oil chokepoint, jittery allies, angry consumers, and an increasingly explicit attempt to bully the press into nicer coverage. The oil industry is lining up for a windfall while ordinary people brace for another round of price shocks. Regulators are talking like partisans. Legislatures are hollowing out voter mandates. The public keeps asking for accountability and keeps getting theater.

That's all from me this morning, and my apologies for being a bit late getting this roundup out. This bug I've been fighting has apparently decided to offer me about two hours upright in exchange for another four flat on my back, which is not exactly the productivity hack I would have chosen. The fever that seemed to be gone has also made a deeply unwelcome comeback, because of course it has. And on top of all that, Marz is reminding me that we have a birthday party today for my two-year-old grandson, which is both a much better use of my energy and a far better reason to rally than anything happening in Washington. Thank you, as always, for reading and for sticking with me on the slower mornings.


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Trump's War, America's Bill

Trump's Iran war is colliding with higher prices, shaky allies, media intimidation, and the familiar American trick of turning public suffering into private profit.

Mar 15
 
READ IN APP
 

Good morning! Welcome once again to the slow-motion demolition derby formerly marketed as American leadership. Donald Trump wanted 2026 to be the year of the great economic boom, the triumphant return of prosperity, strength, swagger, cheap gas, happy markets, and a grateful electorate. Instead, he has managed to light a match in the middle of the global oil system, rattle allies, embolden regulators who apparently think the First Amendment is more of a mood than a law, and remind the world that in modern America the profits go upstairs while the pain gets mailed to everyone else.

Let's start with the war, because the war is now colliding with everything. Trump is looking increasingly less like a strongman in command and more like a man frantically refreshing Truth Social while the consequences outrun the spin. The administration sold this as a short, decisive operation that would demonstrate strength, restore order, and somehow make the world safer while also keeping the domestic economy on its sugar-high glide path. Instead, the Strait of Hormuz remains unsafe, the U.S. Embassy in Baghdad has been attacked again, Americans have been told to leave Iraq immediately, Gulf states are absorbing retaliation, oil prices have surged, and the White House is now reduced to publicly begging other countries to send ships and help clean up a mess it insists was all meticulously planned.

That public begging is one of the most revealing parts of the whole spectacle. Trump is now calling on China, Japan, South Korea, the UK, France, and anyone else with a navy and a tolerance for chaos to help force open the Strait of Hormuz. Nothing says "I have total control of this situation" quite like publicly asking your geopolitical rivals and weary allies to come bail you out in one of the most dangerous waterways on earth. South Korea's reporting, in particular, has been fascinating because it is not treating this like some masterful alliance operation. It is treating it like a dangerous, improvised U.S.-driven crisis that threatens Korean shipping, Korean energy supplies, Korean citizens in the region, and Korean security planning with North Korea still sitting there like a loaded gun. Seoul's instinct has not been "how can we help Trump win his war?" but "how fast can we get our people out of there?" which, frankly, sounds like the first sensible thing anyone has done.

And that makes Trump's method even more absurd. When Seoul says there was no formal request through the usual channels and then Trump starts bleating on social media for warships, it projects panic with Wi-Fi. You do not need a doctorate in foreign policy to look at that and conclude that something is slipping. A well-run coalition effort does not look like a man discovering mid-crisis that posting is not a substitute for diplomacy. It especially does not look like him publicly appealing to China, of all countries, to help manage the very shipping chaos his war helped unleash. That is not strategic poise, but a guy standing in a flooded basement yelling that the hose is doing great while calling every neighbor on the block.

Trump's own team seems to be developing that unmistakable "oh no" look. David Sacks, one of the administration's assorted czars and crypto-adjacent decorative gourds, is already saying this is a good time to declare victory and get out. That matters not because David Sacks is some oracle of history, but because it signals that even inside Trump's orbit there are people staring at the oil chart and realizing that "forever war, but with worse logistics and higher gas prices" may not poll quite as beautifully as they hoped.

Yes, gas prices matter, because the administration's whole domestic sales pitch is now crashing into a barrel of crude. The New York Times has laid this out very clearly: Trump wanted to run through 2026 boasting about a booming economy, rising incomes, a happy stock market, and the triumphant restoration of American prosperity. Instead, by launching this war, he has taken his own economic narrative out behind the barn and shot it in the foot. Oil has surged, gas prices have climbed, and mortgage rates have ticked up. Market nerves are showing. Economists are once again whispering the ugly R-word. The same administration that promised a fiscal tailwind is now standing there while higher energy prices eat it alive.

This is where the scam becomes beautifully, grotesquely familiar. When oil prices rise, Trump boasts that America "makes a lot of money," which is true only if by "America" you mean oil companies, traders, and investors who already own the building. For everyone else, it means higher gas prices, higher shipping costs, more expensive groceries, more inflation pressure, and another lesson in how this country privatizes gains and socializes pain like it is a sacred sacrament. The Financial Times reports that U.S. oil groups could enjoy a $63 billion windfall if crude stays elevated. Terrific! Somewhere, a producer is polishing a quarterly earnings call while a family in the suburbs stares at the gas pump like it just insulted their mother.

Even Energy Secretary Chris Wright is admitting the obvious. On Sunday he said there are "no guarantees" oil prices will fall soon. No guarantees. The Strait is still unsafe; tankers are still at risk and mines are in the water. The administration is now openly telling Americans that yes, there will be "a little bit" of increased prices, but please think of it as short-term pain on the road to something better. It is amazing how often the "short-term pain" part gets delivered right on time while the "much better place" part somehow remains in beta forever.

That should be one of the central themes of today's roundup: consumers never benefit. They are never the audience for the windfall. The public gets volatility, price shocks, uncertainty, and patriotic lectures about sacrifice. The people at the top get leverage, upside, and television appearances explaining why this is all very necessary. America may be the largest oil producer in the world, but when prices jump, the winnings go upstairs and the bill goes to everyone else.

Because this administration cannot simply wreck things abroad without trying to control the story at home, we now have Brendan Carr out here cosplaying as a state censor in a cheap suit. Carr's latest threats against broadcasters over alleged "hoaxes" and "news distortions" are not subtle, and they are not normal. He is explicitly waving around the idea of license renewal while Trump fumes about war coverage he does not like. Instead of behaving like a neutral regulator doing careful public-interest oversight, Carr is a political enforcer all but telling broadcasters to smile prettier while the bombs fall.

The FCC does have limited authority over over-the-air broadcasters, but Carr's rhetoric goes far beyond the narrow legal framework he is pretending to invoke. The Commission is not supposed to be a presidential emotional support animal. It is not supposed to function as a disciplinary arm for wartime messaging. And yet Carr's posture increasingly says the quiet part loud: if coverage embarrasses the president, maybe the government should get a little more involved. From abroad, this already looks exactly as ugly as you would expect. Al Jazeera framed it as the kind of behavior associated with governments that want the press to echo power, not question it. Honestly, that is hard to argue with when one of the movement's own propaganda graphics is literally celebrating Trump "reshaping the media" as if crushing independent journalism were some kind of championship season.

That graphic is useful because it reveals the ideology in plain English. Not "better journalism," or "more accurate information," or "a healthier democratic media environment." Instead, the fantasy is conquest. Outlets defunded, personalities removed, ownership changed, regulations weaponized, settlements extracted, all arranged on a triumphant scoreboard under the banner of winning. It is obedience they want. A weaker press, a more frightened press, a more compliant press. The First Amendment problem is not subtle once the movement starts making fan art about disciplining the media ecosystem.

None of this exists in isolation. It all belongs to the same broader American disease: a system that protects itself, its donors, and its power structures long before it serves the public. Which brings us neatly to my state, Oregon, where voters overwhelmingly approved campaign contribution limits and lawmakers then spent years proving that when the public says reform, the political class hears, "please launder this into something harmless." Seventy-eight percent of Oregon voters said yes to limiting money in politics. There was nothing ambiguous about that. It was the electorate looking directly at its own government and saying, enough. And then the Legislature, after dragging its feet for years, came back with higher caps, delayed implementation, continued corporate giving, and fresh loopholes that critics say may render the whole thing effectively illusory.

It is such a perfect American story it almost feels like performance art. The public votes for reform, the politicians stall, the donor class gets consulted, the lawyers get busy, and eventually everyone in power emerges from a closed room to announce a historic breakthrough that somehow leaves the original problem very much alive. We do not kill reform in this country; instead, we process it. We soften it, postpone it, loophole it, lawyer it to death, and then hold a press conference declaring mission accomplished while the same money keeps flowing through a slightly more decorative pipe.

That Oregon has a Democratic supermajority is exactly the point. This was not reform dying at the hands of Republicans. This was reform being absorbed, managed, and neutered by the very party that claims to believe in it. When a supermajority cannot deliver clean campaign finance limits after voters approve them by 78 percent, the problem is not partisan obstruction. The problem is that the system, regardless of branding, is built to protect the people who already know how to work it.

That story also helps explain why so many people feel politically homeless. The machinery absorbs reformers, domesticates movements, protects insiders, and turns big public mandates into maintenance work for the existing order. Which is why "just vote blue" so often lands with all the emotional force of being handed a paper umbrella during a flood. People are tired of being told that the next election, the next candidate, the next compromise, the next clever institutional maneuver will finally produce meaningful change, only to watch the borg collective shuffle into formation and protect itself again.

Because we are living in a time when the absurd and the practical now share a studio apartment, there is also one small side note worth mentioning for Americans quietly staring at the national meltdown and wondering whether any exit strategy exists outside fantasy novels. Some people with French Canadian roots may have one hiding in family history. Canada's changes around the so-called Lost Canadians issue have opened citizenship-by-descent pathways for many people who were previously shut out. It requires paperwork, records, lineage, patience, and bureaucratic endurance. But for families across New England with roots in Quebec or the Maritimes, old surnames may turn out to be more than genealogy. Frankly, in this climate, even learning the door might still be cracked open can feel like a form of oxygen.

So where does all this leave us this morning? Trump wanted to sell a story about strength, prosperity, and winning. Instead, he is presiding over a widening regional war, a threatened oil chokepoint, jittery allies, angry consumers, and an increasingly explicit attempt to bully the press into nicer coverage. The oil industry is lining up for a windfall while ordinary people brace for another round of price shocks. Regulators are talking like partisans. Legislatures are hollowing out voter mandates. The public keeps asking for accountability and keeps getting theater.

That's all from me this morning, and my apologies for being a bit late getting this roundup out. This bug I've been fighting has apparently decided to offer me about two hours upright in exchange for another four flat on my back, which is not exactly the productivity hack I would have chosen. The fever that seemed to be gone has also made a deeply unwelcome comeback, because of course it has. And on top of all that, Marz is reminding me that we have a birthday party today for my two-year-old grandson, which is both a much better use of my energy and a far better reason to rally than anything happening in Washington. Thank you, as always, for reading and for sticking with me on the slower mornings.



Most of the newsletters last night and this morning are based on the same theme.   Unprepared, and the bluster of false optimism.    Trump and his fellow gang members taking this country into the pits.   On a hunch and a gut feeling, Trump declared war on Iran without consulting or gaining approval from Congress.   Just like G.I. Joe, he and Hawkset went out on a campaign to blow up as much of Iran as they could, just short of annihilation.    It was universally known that Iran has the Strait of Hormuz as a political wedge.   Did the Trumpies figure on this being closed down?  Apparently not.   For millions of people, the price of gasoline is the difference between basic survival and drowning, and they are suffering greatly now.   The retort from the White House is when the price of oil goes up, Americans make more money.   Yes, the Americans who own and are invested in oil companys.   Going out on his Truth Social media asking for help from the international community shows that Trump has insulted every country and has destroyed any relationships (other than Putin) for help.   The aging Bozo with the thinning fringe on top is panicked;  Epstein is just around the corner.



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Trump's War, America's Bill

Trump's Iran war is colliding with higher prices, shaky allies, media intimidation, and the familiar American trick of turning public suffering into private profit.

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Good morning! Welcome once again to the slow-motion demolition derby formerly marketed as American leadership. Donald Trump wanted 2026 to be the year of the great economic boom, the triumphant return of prosperity, strength, swagger, cheap gas, happy markets, and a grateful electorate. Instead, he has managed to light a match in the middle of the global oil system, rattle allies, embolden regulators who apparently think the First Amendment is more of a mood than a law, and remind the world that in modern America the profits go upstairs while the pain gets mailed to everyone else.

Let's start with the war, because the war is now colliding with everything. Trump is looking increasingly less like a strongman in command and more like a man frantically refreshing Truth Social while the consequences outrun the spin. The administration sold this as a short, decisive operation that would demonstrate strength, restore order, and somehow make the world safer while also keeping the domestic economy on its sugar-high glide path. Instead, the Strait of Hormuz remains unsafe, the U.S. Embassy in Baghdad has been attacked again, Americans have been told to leave Iraq immediately, Gulf states are absorbing retaliation, oil prices have surged, and the White House is now reduced to publicly begging other countries to send ships and help clean up a mess it insists was all meticulously planned.

That public begging is one of the most revealing parts of the whole spectacle. Trump is now calling on China, Japan, South Korea, the UK, France, and anyone else with a navy and a tolerance for chaos to help force open the Strait of Hormuz. Nothing says "I have total control of this situation" quite like publicly asking your geopolitical rivals and weary allies to come bail you out in one of the most dangerous waterways on earth. South Korea's reporting, in particular, has been fascinating because it is not treating this like some masterful alliance operation. It is treating it like a dangerous, improvised U.S.-driven crisis that threatens Korean shipping, Korean energy supplies, Korean citizens in the region, and Korean security planning with North Korea still sitting there like a loaded gun. Seoul's instinct has not been "how can we help Trump win his war?" but "how fast can we get our people out of there?" which, frankly, sounds like the first sensible thing anyone has done.

And that makes Trump's method even more absurd. When Seoul says there was no formal request through the usual channels and then Trump starts bleating on social media for warships, it projects panic with Wi-Fi. You do not need a doctorate in foreign policy to look at that and conclude that something is slipping. A well-run coalition effort does not look like a man discovering mid-crisis that posting is not a substitute for diplomacy. It especially does not look like him publicly appealing to China, of all countries, to help manage the very shipping chaos his war helped unleash. That is not strategic poise, but a guy standing in a flooded basement yelling that the hose is doing great while calling every neighbor on the block.

Trump's own team seems to be developing that unmistakable "oh no" look. David Sacks, one of the administration's assorted czars and crypto-adjacent decorative gourds, is already saying this is a good time to declare victory and get out. That matters not because David Sacks is some oracle of history, but because it signals that even inside Trump's orbit there are people staring at the oil chart and realizing that "forever war, but with worse logistics and higher gas prices" may not poll quite as beautifully as they hoped.

Yes, gas prices matter, because the administration's whole domestic sales pitch is now crashing into a barrel of crude. The New York Times has laid this out very clearly: Trump wanted to run through 2026 boasting about a booming economy, rising incomes, a happy stock market, and the triumphant restoration of American prosperity. Instead, by launching this war, he has taken his own economic narrative out behind the barn and shot it in the foot. Oil has surged, gas prices have climbed, and mortgage rates have ticked up. Market nerves are showing. Economists are once again whispering the ugly R-word. The same administration that promised a fiscal tailwind is now standing there while higher energy prices eat it alive.

This is where the scam becomes beautifully, grotesquely familiar. When oil prices rise, Trump boasts that America "makes a lot of money," which is true only if by "America" you mean oil companies, traders, and investors who already own the building. For everyone else, it means higher gas prices, higher shipping costs, more expensive groceries, more inflation pressure, and another lesson in how this country privatizes gains and socializes pain like it is a sacred sacrament. The Financial Times reports that U.S. oil groups could enjoy a $63 billion windfall if crude stays elevated. Terrific! Somewhere, a producer is polishing a quarterly earnings call while a family in the suburbs stares at the gas pump like it just insulted their mother.

Even Energy Secretary Chris Wright is admitting the obvious. On Sunday he said there are "no guarantees" oil prices will fall soon. No guarantees. The Strait is still unsafe; tankers are still at risk and mines are in the water. The administration is now openly telling Americans that yes, there will be "a little bit" of increased prices, but please think of it as short-term pain on the road to something better. It is amazing how often the "short-term pain" part gets delivered right on time while the "much better place" part somehow remains in beta forever.

That should be one of the central themes of today's roundup: consumers never benefit. They are never the audience for the windfall. The public gets volatility, price shocks, uncertainty, and patriotic lectures about sacrifice. The people at the top get leverage, upside, and television appearances explaining why this is all very necessary. America may be the largest oil producer in the world, but when prices jump, the winnings go upstairs and the bill goes to everyone else.

Because this administration cannot simply wreck things abroad without trying to control the story at home, we now have Brendan Carr out here cosplaying as a state censor in a cheap suit. Carr's latest threats against broadcasters over alleged "hoaxes" and "news distortions" are not subtle, and they are not normal. He is explicitly waving around the idea of license renewal while Trump fumes about war coverage he does not like. Instead of behaving like a neutral regulator doing careful public-interest oversight, Carr is a political enforcer all but telling broadcasters to smile prettier while the bombs fall.

The FCC does have limited authority over over-the-air broadcasters, but Carr's rhetoric goes far beyond the narrow legal framework he is pretending to invoke. The Commission is not supposed to be a presidential emotional support animal. It is not supposed to function as a disciplinary arm for wartime messaging. And yet Carr's posture increasingly says the quiet part loud: if coverage embarrasses the president, maybe the government should get a little more involved. From abroad, this already looks exactly as ugly as you would expect. Al Jazeera framed it as the kind of behavior associated with governments that want the press to echo power, not question it. Honestly, that is hard to argue with when one of the movement's own propaganda graphics is literally celebrating Trump "reshaping the media" as if crushing independent journalism were some kind of championship season.

That graphic is useful because it reveals the ideology in plain English. Not "better journalism," or "more accurate information," or "a healthier democratic media environment." Instead, the fantasy is conquest. Outlets defunded, personalities removed, ownership changed, regulations weaponized, settlements extracted, all arranged on a triumphant scoreboard under the banner of winning. It is obedience they want. A weaker press, a more frightened press, a more compliant press. The First Amendment problem is not subtle once the movement starts making fan art about disciplining the media ecosystem.

None of this exists in isolation. It all belongs to the same broader American disease: a system that protects itself, its donors, and its power structures long before it serves the public. Which brings us neatly to my state, Oregon, where voters overwhelmingly approved campaign contribution limits and lawmakers then spent years proving that when the public says reform, the political class hears, "please launder this into something harmless." Seventy-eight percent of Oregon voters said yes to limiting money in politics. There was nothing ambiguous about that. It was the electorate looking directly at its own government and saying, enough. And then the Legislature, after dragging its feet for years, came back with higher caps, delayed implementation, continued corporate giving, and fresh loopholes that critics say may render the whole thing effectively illusory.

It is such a perfect American story it almost feels like performance art. The public votes for reform, the politicians stall, the donor class gets consulted, the lawyers get busy, and eventually everyone in power emerges from a closed room to announce a historic breakthrough that somehow leaves the original problem very much alive. We do not kill reform in this country; instead, we process it. We soften it, postpone it, loophole it, lawyer it to death, and then hold a press conference declaring mission accomplished while the same money keeps flowing through a slightly more decorative pipe.

That Oregon has a Democratic supermajority is exactly the point. This was not reform dying at the hands of Republicans. This was reform being absorbed, managed, and neutered by the very party that claims to believe in it. When a supermajority cannot deliver clean campaign finance limits after voters approve them by 78 percent, the problem is not partisan obstruction. The problem is that the system, regardless of branding, is built to protect the people who already know how to work it.

That story also helps explain why so many people feel politically homeless. The machinery absorbs reformers, domesticates movements, protects insiders, and turns big public mandates into maintenance work for the existing order. Which is why "just vote blue" so often lands with all the emotional force of being handed a paper umbrella during a flood. People are tired of being told that the next election, the next candidate, the next compromise, the next clever institutional maneuver will finally produce meaningful change, only to watch the borg collective shuffle into formation and protect itself again.

Because we are living in a time when the absurd and the practical now share a studio apartment, there is also one small side note worth mentioning for Americans quietly staring at the national meltdown and wondering whether any exit strategy exists outside fantasy novels. Some people with French Canadian roots may have one hiding in family history. Canada's changes around the so-called Lost Canadians issue have opened citizenship-by-descent pathways for many people who were previously shut out. It requires paperwork, records, lineage, patience, and bureaucratic endurance. But for families across New England with roots in Quebec or the Maritimes, old surnames may turn out to be more than genealogy. Frankly, in this climate, even learning the door might still be cracked open can feel like a form of oxygen.

So where does all this leave us this morning? Trump wanted to sell a story about strength, prosperity, and winning. Instead, he is presiding over a widening regional war, a threatened oil chokepoint, jittery allies, angry consumers, and an increasingly explicit attempt to bully the press into nicer coverage. The oil industry is lining up for a windfall while ordinary people brace for another round of price shocks. Regulators are talking like partisans. Legislatures are hollowing out voter mandates. The public keeps asking for accountability and keeps getting theater.

That's all from me this morning, and my apologies for being a bit late getting this roundup out. This bug I've been fighting has apparently decided to offer me about two hours upright in exchange for another four flat on my back, which is not exactly the productivity hack I would have chosen. The fever that seemed to be gone has also made a deeply unwelcome comeback, because of course it has. And on top of all that, Marz is reminding me that we have a birthday party today for my two-year-old grandson, which is both a much better use of my energy and a far better reason to rally than anything happening in Washington. Thank you, as always, for reading and for sticking with me on the slower mornings.



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