Leadership is, at its core, a moral endeavor. A good leader doesn’t just pass laws or cut deals—they set a tone, a standard. They challenge us to rise to the moment, to be better citizens, neighbors, and people. The best leaders inspire confidence, compassion, and cooperation. They elevate the national character.
Donald Trump, on the other hand, brings out the worst in America.
His political brand is not built on unity or progress, but on grievance and division. Instead of drawing upon America’s strength, generosity, and resilience, Trump taps into resentment, paranoia, and selfishness. His rhetoric isn’t about what we can build together—it’s about who to blame.
Economic Gaslighting
Despite inheriting one of the strongest post-COVID economic recoveries in the world, Trump continues to insist the U.S. economy is a burning wreck in need of saving. It’s not just dishonest; it’s deeply cynical. And his proposed “solution”? The same failed, chaotic economic nationalism that marked his first term.
Trump’s obsession with trade imbalances reveals either a profound ignorance of basic economics—or something worse. According to him, any country that sells more to us than it buys is “taking advantage.” That logic, applied globally, would demand that every country run a trade surplus simultaneously—an economic impossibility. It’s nonsense. But it’s dangerous nonsense, dressed up in patriotic bluster.
His proposed tariffs—broad, punitive, and economically suicidal—aren’t just bad policy; they’re theatrical madness. So much so that it becomes tempting to hope it’s all a con. Maybe the rumors are true: maybe these tariffs were a hustle, designed to enrich allies and donors through insider schemes. That would be criminal, yes—but at least it would be rational. Because the alternative—that Trump truly believes this—is far more terrifying.
Even House Speaker Mike Johnson, in a moment of accidental honesty, defended Trump’s shady cryptocurrency promotion by essentially saying, “At least he does his corruption in the open.” That isn’t a defense—it’s an indictment. When open corruption becomes a selling point, we’ve crossed a dangerous line. We’re no longer arguing over policy; we’re debating whether accountability still matters at all.
And that’s the deeper damage Trump has done—not just to institutions, but to our expectations. He’s lowered the bar so far that basic decency, transparency, and truthfulness feel like exceptional qualities instead of minimum requirements. His administration didn’t just tolerate racism, sexism, and religious bigotry—it amplified them. What once disqualified someone from public service now earns a standing ovation at political rallies.
This has real consequences.
The Cost of Chaos
Everyday Americans are paying the price for this dysfunction. Trump’s tariff wars and isolationist rhetoric have driven up the cost of goods. Inflation, while a global issue, has been worsened by policies that disrupt supply chains and alienate our trading partners. Meanwhile, allies abroad are increasingly distancing themselves from the U.S.—not out of opposition to our values, but because they no longer trust our leadership to uphold them.
We are watching the slow erosion of America’s global standing, and it won’t be easy to rebuild. Trust lost is not easily regained. Partnerships neglected don’t quickly recover. When the world begins to see America as erratic and self-absorbed, the long-term effects are economic, diplomatic, and moral.
We Deserve Better
America can’t afford more elected officials like Donald Trump. It would mean more decline disguised as greatness, more failure rebranded as strength, and more selfishness masquerading as patriotism. We need leaders who actually believe in America—and in Americans. Leaders who build instead of blame. Leaders who lift us up instead of dragging us down.
We’ve seen what Trump brings out in people. We know the cost. It’s time we demand better from our leaders—and from ourselves. New Hampshire deserves better. Dover deserves better. America deserves better.
And the good news? A better future is possible. Across this country, new leaders are stepping up—people grounded in principle, driven by service, and committed to healing, not dividing. The path forward won’t be easy, but it is ours to choose. Hope isn’t naive. It’s necessary. And it starts with choosing leadership that brings out the best in us all.
President Donald Trump’s 2025 budget proposal, dubbed the “One Big Beautiful Bill Act,” introduces significant changes to federal spending and taxation. While the bill aims to extend tax cuts and increase defense and border security funding, it also proposes substantial reductions in various domestic programs. This analysis explores how these changes could impact the average American, based on nonpartisan sources.
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Tax Policy: Benefits Skewed Toward Higher Incomes
The proposed budget seeks to make the 2017 tax cuts permanent, which would primarily benefit higher-income households. According to the Institute on Taxation and Economic Policy, the richest 5% would receive significant tax cuts, while the bottom 95% could see tax increases. For instance, the middle 20% of earners might face an average tax increase of about $1,500, and the lowest 20% could see an increase of approximately $800.
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Healthcare: Reduced Access for Low-Income Individuals
The budget proposes substantial cuts to Medicaid and the Affordable Care Act (ACA), totaling over $1 trillion over ten years. These reductions could lead to millions losing health coverage, particularly affecting low-income individuals and families.
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Nutrition Assistance: Decreased Support for Food Programs
Funding cuts to the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP) and other food-related programs could result in reduced assistance for low-income households. For example, food banks in the Washington region have already lost over 1.4 million meals due to recent funding pauses, highlighting the potential impact of further cuts.
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Education: Reduced Funding for Key Programs
The budget includes significant reductions in education funding, such as:
$4.5 billion cut from K-12 and Title I programs, which support low-achieving students in high-poverty schools.
$890 million reduction in English Language Acquisition programs.
$49 million decrease for the Education Department’s Office for Civil Rights.
These cuts could disproportionately affect students from disadvantaged backgrounds.
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Housing: Reduced Assistance for Low-Income Renters
Proposed cuts to housing programs include:
$26 billion reduction from the state rental assistance block grant.
Elimination of the Community Development Block Grant program.
These changes could decrease support for low-income renters, seniors, and individuals with disabilities.
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Veterans Affairs: Increased Funding with Potential Challenges
The budget proposes an additional $3.3 billion for veterans’ health care services and $2.1 billion to modernize medical records. However, staffing cuts within the federal workforce could impact the delivery of these services.
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National Debt: Significant Increase Projected
The Congressional Budget Office estimates that the proposed budget could increase the federal deficit by nearly $3.8 trillion over the next decade. This rise in national debt may have long-term economic implications, including higher interest payments and potential constraints on future government spending.
Conclusion
President Trump’s 2025 budget proposal presents a complex mix of tax cuts and spending reductions. While it aims to stimulate economic growth and strengthen national defense, the proposed cuts to healthcare, nutrition, education, and housing programs could adversely affect low- and middle-income Americans. The projected increase in the national deficit further complicates the potential long-term economic impact of the bill.
It’s Time to Get Loud: A Wake-Up Call for New Hampshire Democrats
By Tony – A Frustrated (but Fired-Up) Democrat
Dear New Hampshire Democratic Party,
We need to talk.
Not about the last election or the latest headline—about what comes next. Because the time for playing defense is over. The time for bold, unapologetic, clear-eyed leadership is right now.
Let’s start with the obvious: Donald Trump is the lamest of lame ducks. He’s flailing for attention, recycling old grievances, and clinging to relevance like it’s the last life raft on a sinking ship. And yet, despite his decay, the GOP seems paralyzed. Directionless. Bereft of ideas.
That vacuum is our opportunity—not just to win elections, but to reshape the political conversation in New Hampshire and across the nation. But we’ll miss it if we keep falling for the same traps.
Don’t Take the Bait
Trump thrives on outrage and distraction. He throws rhetorical grenades hoping we’ll drop everything and chase the smoke. But even many of his own voters are starting to see through it. They’re realizing the promises—lower prices, peace abroad, a “fixed” economy—were empty.
He lied. He lied to all of us.
Let’s not waste time yelling at people who fell for it. Let’s meet this moment with grace and strategy. These folks aren’t enemies—they’re neighbors who were misled. They don’t need judgment. They need the truth, delivered with respect. If we want to build a broader coalition, we need to welcome people back into the fold, not shame them for ever stepping out.
We Are the Party of the People—So Let’s Act Like It
Historically, Democrats have been the ones who actually do the hard work of building strong economies. We invest in education, health care, infrastructure, and working families. We stabilize markets, support small businesses, and expand opportunity.
But we let the GOP take credit because we get distracted—arguing over headlines, chasing culture war traps, or scolding each other over purity tests. That has to stop. It’s time to get back to basics and talk about what matters: jobs, wages, housing, education, health care, climate resilience.
This isn’t just theory. This is survival.
Our Message Must Be One of Action
This all starts with our message—but more than that, it starts with action. Words aren’t enough anymore. Voters need to see real-life improvements that affect their daily lives: lower costs, better schools, stronger communities. And yet, too often, we as Democrats get paralyzed by the fear of being wrong. We wait. We workshop. We overanalyze. We try to please everyone—and in doing so, we please no one. Let’s be clear: it’s okay to be criticized, even by our own side. That’s part of democracy. But we cannot lose sight of the bigger picture. The constant purity tests on every issue are hurting us. We let the perfect become the enemy of the good, and while we’re busy tearing down our own, Republicans are locking in wins. Democrats fall in love with candidates. Republicans fall in line. It’s time we remember that progress is messy, hard-fought, and never perfect—but it’s still progress. And that’s what voters are desperate for.
The Free State Threat Is Real—and It’s Here
While we focus on national chaos, a quieter and more insidious threat is growing right here at home: the Free Staters.
These aren’t your average conservatives. They’re extremists, masquerading as Republicans, determined to dismantle government as we know it. Their goal? Strip down public services, kill the social safety net, and leave working families to fend for themselves.
The results are already showing. Taxes keep going up, but services keep going down. Schools are underfunded. Roads are crumbling. Local officials are being harassed and threatened. And all the while, these Free Staters hide behind slogans about “freedom” while working to destroy the very systems that allow freedom to thrive.
We’ve tried being nice. We’ve tried meeting them in the middle.
That time is over.
Time to Fight Smarter—and Harder
If we want to preserve what we’ve built—and imagine something better—we need to stand up. Loudly. Boldly. Consistently.
We must expose these radicals for who they are, reclaim the economic message that’s always been ours, and show voters that we are the ones fighting for their livelihoods, their families, and their futures.
This isn’t about slogans or safe messaging. This is about action. About showing up in every town, at every kitchen table, and making it clear: Democrats have your back.
Let’s reclaim our message. Re-engage our voters. Reignite the fight for a better New Hampshire.
Because if we don’t? We’re handing over the keys to people who want to burn the house down.
If you went to school in the United States, chances are you began most days with the Pledge of Allegiance. You stood with your classmates, hand over heart, facing the flag, and recited those familiar words. It was more than a routine—it was a ritual. And it ended with a powerful promise: “with liberty and justice for all.”
It’s a line that many of us can say by heart, but how many of us have stopped to think about what it actually means?
As a city councilor in Dover, I continue to say the Pledge at the start of every council meeting. But every time I do, I’m struck by a growing sense of discomfort—not because I doubt the words themselves, but because I worry that we, as a nation, are falling short of their meaning.
Let’s be honest: liberty and justice are not equally accessible to everyone in this country. They’re too often reserved for the people who look like us, speak our language, share our politics, or were born within our borders. And that’s not just a disappointment—it’s a betrayal of the very ideals we claim to hold sacred.
Not a Conditional Promise
The phrase isn’t “with liberty and justice for some.” It’s “for all.” That includes the immigrant mother seeking asylum. The child born in another country but raised on American soil. The refugee escaping violence. The neighbor who speaks English as a second language. The citizen who doesn’t look or pray or vote the way we do.
The Constitution guarantees inalienable rights to everyone within the jurisdiction of the United States. These are not conditional on birthplace, race, religion, or party affiliation. They are not earned through conformity or withdrawn for dissent. And they are certainly not reserved only for those who were lucky enough to be born here.
That’s what makes the United States exceptional—not a mythologized past, not military might, not economic dominance, but our founding promise that every human being deserves dignity, fairness, and freedom under the law.
A Legacy to Uphold
George Washington understood this. In his Farewell Address on September 17, 1796, he said:
“Citizens by birth or choice, of a common country, that country has a right to concentrate your affections. The name of American, which belongs to you, in your national capacity, must always exalt the just pride of Patriotism, more than any appellation derived from local discriminations.”
He recognized that American identity wasn’t based on geography, ancestry, or tribal loyalty. It was based on shared ideals—on a common commitment to something greater than ourselves. Washington saw that patriotism, when done right, unites us through principle, not prejudice.
So why are we so quick today to define who is and isn’t American based on how someone talks, how recently they arrived, or how neatly they fit into our expectations?
Patriotism Means Living the Words
Patriotism isn’t found in slogans, nor in performative displays of allegiance. It’s found in the hard work of making this country better—more inclusive, more just, more free. It’s about asking uncomfortable questions and confronting uncomfortable truths. It’s about acknowledging that the promise of “liberty and justice for all” is still a work in progress—and committing ourselves to that work.
Because “liberty and justice for all” is not just an aspiration—it is our legacy as well as our goal destination. It is the torch passed to us by generations who believed in building a nation that served everyone, and it is the challenge we must continue to carry forward.
If we want to honor the Pledge of Allegiance, we have to do more than recite it. We have to live it. That means defending the rights of the marginalized. It means challenging policies that discriminate. It means standing up—not just for our own freedoms, but for the freedoms of those who are most at risk of losing theirs.
Because the test of a nation is not how well it serves the powerful. It’s how faithfully it delivers liberty and justice to everyone—especially the vulnerable.
A Pledge Worth Keeping
Let’s stop treating the Pledge like background noise or ceremonial habit. Let’s start hearing those final words—“with liberty and justice for all”—as the call to action they truly are.
It’s not enough to say them. We must mean them. And we must work to make them real.
That is the kind of patriotism that honors our founders, uplifts our communities, and carries America toward its best self.
The other day my wife and I and our friend Rob got into a discussion on what are plans were on our death. I have had a great life and I have tried to make the world a better place so although I do not want to rush into it- I am not afraid of death. What shocked my wife and my friend is that I had given it so much thought. I even have a song picked out!
Take a moment today and realize that sometimes we take life too seriously. Let’s not do the same in death.
Future Dead Me Is Throwing the Party of a Lifetime (Literally)
You ever sit around and think about your posthumous party plans? No? Just me? Well, buckle up buttercup, because I’m not going out with a whimper—I’m going out with Kevin Bacon, Charlie Sheen, and maybe a little emotional sabotage courtesy of Olivia Munn.
Let’s start at the beginning. Like many dreamers, I occasionally fantasize about winning the lottery. Not just a few bucks—no, I mean the full, glittering, ruin-your-humble-relationships Powerball fantasy. But unlike most people, I plan to use some of my winnings not on a yacht or a private island, but on my Celebration of Life party. That’s right. A party after I die. And it’s gonna be legendary.
The Guest List Is… Unusual
See, while some people want tearful speeches from close friends or maybe a slideshow of slightly embarrassing childhood photos, I’m taking it up a notch. I’m hiring professional actors—famous ones—to show up at my memorial and pretend they knew me intimately.
Picture this: Everyone’s gathered, reminiscing about the time I spilled barbecue on the carpet or whatever, and then boom—Charlie Sheen walks in, visibly shaken. “I just… I just can’t believe they’re gone,” he whispers, clutching a program like it’s the last cocaine napkin he ever touched. People will gasp. “Wait, did Tony know Charlie Sheen?” someone will ask. “I thought they hated ‘Two and a Half Men!’”
Then, five minutes later: Kevin Bacon strolls in. Somber. Dignified. He approaches my urn (yes, we’ll get to that), places a hand on it like we just finished our final conga line last month in Cabo, and mutters, “We were closer than anyone knew. I’ll miss you, buddy.” Boom. Six degrees of confusion. My family may never recover.
A Little Mystery, A Lot of Munn
But that’s not all. I’m injecting a slow-burn emotional twist into this Oscar-worthy event. Enter Olivia Munn. She arrives quietly, like a whispered rumor in an overpriced perfume ad. She doesn’t mingle. She doesn’t speak. She approaches the urn, drops a single note onto the table, dabs her eye, and walks away. People read the note: “I always had feelings for you. Wish I had the opportunity to have expressed them.”
Will anyone know if it’s true? Absolutely not. But will it haunt them forever? Oh yes. Especially those who dumped on me in high school. You’re welcome.
Pop Goes the Urn
Now, I did mention cremation. I’m going into an urn. But this isn’t just any urn—it’s part of the entertainment. Halfway through the party, right after people have just calmed down from the Olivia Munn emotional hit, “Pop Goes the Weasel”starts playing. Slowly. Creepily. Everyone turns toward the urn.
Is it going to pop? Is this a prank? Is this my soul saying hello? No one will know. And that, my friends, is the spice of life. Or death. Whatever.
Closing Remarks (Also Possibly by Morgan Freeman, TBD)
Look, we don’t get to control much after we’re gone. But with a little financial planning and a lot of questionable priorities, I plan to leave my loved ones with one final gift: confusion, laughter, and deeply misplaced envy.
So wish me luck on the lottery. And remember, if you see Kevin Bacon crying over a mahogany urn one day, just smile knowingly. We were very close.
Eulogy Delivered by His Holiness, the Pope
(Probably very confused, but committed to the bit)
“My dear brothers and sisters,
We gather today not in a cathedral or a chapel, but in what I am told is a moderately priced event space near a Dave & Buster’s. It is here, surrounded by friends, family, and… is that Charlie Sheen? Yes? Okay… that we celebrate the life of a remarkable soul of Tony Retrosi.
Now, I must admit, when I received the invitation to speak at this memorial, I was surprised. Not because I am unfamiliar with Tony—we exchanged exactly zero letters, prayers, or sacraments in recent decades—but because of his unique relationship with the Church. Yes, he was what we might call a lapsed Catholic, a term which here means: raised Catholic, guilt intact, but hasn’t been to Mass since at least the Obama administration.
And yet, in his own chaotic, beautifully unorthodox way, he embodied the spirit of community, joy, and endless curiosity. He questioned, he doubted, he sometimes yelled at priests during weddings, but Tony also loved. Tony celebrated life with a passion that makes this entire party—complete with musical urns and Olivia Munn—feel like the Gospel according to Guy Ritchie.
In the Catholic faith, we believe in redemption, grace, and the power of a good party. And I have been assured, by my team and at least three baffled cardinals, that this is exactly what they would have wanted.
So to Tony my departed sibling in Christ, I say: You may not have been present for the Eucharist, but you were absolutely present for the hors d’oeuvres. And perhaps that is its own kind of communion.
May eternal light shine upon you—preferably with a soft filter and ambient lighting—and may you rest forever in peace, joy, and just enough mystery to make the haters uncomfortable.
Amen.”
Posthumous Letter to His Holiness the Pope
(Sent from beyond, but with perfect comedic timing)
To: His Holiness Pope [Insert Current Pope’s Name Here] I am hoping for Pope Hilarious II From: Tony Retrosi, Lapsed (but not rude) Catholic Re: My Funeral and the Accidental RSVP Mix-up
Your Holiness,
First off, let me say thank you. I know you’re a busy man—world peace, doctrine, exorcisms, Italian lunch—and I really appreciate you taking the time to speak at my Celebration of Life. I realize this probably wasn’t high on your papal planner, especially sandwiched between canonizing saints and mediating international conflict. But I’m glad you came, even if under slightly misleading pretenses.
You see, Your Holiness, there may have been… let’s call it a clerical error. A Vatican intern (or possibly a guy named Kyle on Fiverr) sent you the invite along with a forged RSVP from “Bishop Francis of Totally Real Diocese.” Honestly, I didn’t think it would work. I just wanted to make my cousins do a spit take when the Pope showed up at my memorial flanked by Swiss Guards and confusion.
Also—I should clarify: while I may have missed a few (okay, all) Sunday masses after age 16, I always kept a rosary tangled in my junk drawer at our house in Italy and felt vaguely guilty about everything. So spiritually, I was still on-brand.
I do hope you enjoyed the hummus spread. Sorry about the urn thing. I know “Pop Goes the Weasel” isn’t liturgically approved, but you’ve gotta admit—it’s got a hook.
And finally, thank you for the kind words. I never got around to confession, but having the Pope deliver my eulogy kind of feels like skipping straight to the Vatican FastPass, doesn’t it?
May God bless you. And may you never again be tricked into attending a funeral that ends with Charlie Sheen doing karaoke.
Sincerely, Tony Culturally Catholic, Spiritually Confused, Eternally Grateful
Vatican Press Office Statement
For Immediate Release Subject: Papal Attendance at the Memorial Service of [Your Name]
In response to widespread media coverage and viral social media posts featuring His Holiness Pope Hilarious II seated uncomfortably between Kevin Bacon and a crying Olivia Munn, the Vatican would like to issue the following clarification:
The Holy Father’s presence at the memorial service of Tony Retrosi was, of course, entirely intentional and deeply meaningful.
Though some have characterized Tony Retrosi as a “lapsed Catholic,” we prefer to recognize them as a freelance theologian with boundary issues. Their unconventional approach to faith—marked by humor, occasional sacrilege, and an unwavering commitment to confusing their relatives—reflects the kind of messy, authentic humanity that God probably finds amusing.
While the initial invitation appeared to have been delivered via pizza receipt and may have involved a forged diocesan seal drawn in crayon, the Holy See embraces the opportunity to meet people where they are, even if “where they are” includes a party DJ and a confetti cannon that went off during the Hail Mary.
His Holiness was deeply moved by the service, especially the note left by actress Olivia Munn and the unexpected musical interlude involving “Pop Goes the Weasel” and a spring-loaded urn.
Let it be known: Tony Retrosi is officially remembered as a beloved child of God, a master of posthumous mischief, and now—unavoidably—a footnote in Vatican protocol training.
We extend our blessings to all who attended, and assure the public that the Pope was, indeed, aware of most of what was happening. Probably.
In Christ (and mild confusion), The Vatican Press Office Pontifical Department of Damage Control and Holy Surprises
The Secret After-Party: Vatican VIP Edition
While most guests shuffled out of the Celebration of Life processing the emotional rollercoaster of Pope tears, celebrity eulogies, and the traumatic memory of your ashes threatening to spring forth mid-chorus of “Pop Goes the Weasel,” a smaller, more exclusive crowd received mysterious golden wristbands with the words: “One Last Blessing.”
They were quietly ushered to a nearby Dave & Buster’s.
The Pope entered first. Still in full white robes, he politely declined the airbrushed “R.I.P. TONY” T-shirt being handed out, but did accept a mozzarella stick with quiet grace.
Then in strutted Charlie Sheen, holding a tray of jello shots and shouting, “Let’s consecrate the night, Your Holiness!” To which the Pope—only slightly weary—replied, “Let us pray you don’t remember this tomorrow.”
Kevin Bacon challenged two cardinals to a Dance Dance Revolution battle. They lost, but with dignity. Olivia Munn, still mysterious, spent the evening silently feeding tickets into the prize counter. She left with a lava lamp and what may or may not have been emotional closure.
And then… it happened.
Air Hockey Showdown: Sheen vs. The Pope.
It was a best-of-three. No one blinked. The Pope adjusted his zucchetto (that’s the little hat—he doesn’t play around), and with a whispered “Deus vult,” he sent the puck screaming across the table. Charlie returned fire with a wild shot that knocked a passing nacho into someone’s memorial slideshow.
The final score: Pope – 2 Charlie Sheen – 1 The Afterlife – speechless
As the party wrapped up, the Pope raised his root beer in your honor. “They may have lapsed,” he said solemnly, “but they never missed a chance to make heaven laugh.”
Then he pressed a single button on a nearby claw machine, and every toy inside released at once. No one knows how. No one asked.
Olivia Munn’s Whisper to the Urn
As the after-party wound down and the Vatican’s security detail gently escorted the Pope away from a Skee-Ball tournament gone theological, the room dimmed. The air was soft with neon glow, mozzarella fumes, and just a hint of divine confusion.
That’s when she returned.
Olivia Munn, radiant and reserved, stepped quietly back into the now-empty party hall. The air stilled. Even the popcorn machine paused, respectfully.
She approached the urn—my urn—still slightly tilted from the earlier “Pop Goes the Weasel” incident. She knelt down, smoothing her dress, and leaned in close. Her lips were inches away, her voice barely audible. But if you had been there (which, let’s face it, spiritually you were), you would’ve heard her whisper:
“You were the one I never got to understand… and the one I never stopped thinking about.”
She placed a single silver coin next to the urn. No one knows what it meant. A symbol of regret? An inside joke? A down payment for eternity?
Then, without another word, she turned and walked away, the hem of her dress sweeping over the fallen Bingo card from earlier. A soft door click. Gone.
Back at the Vatican, a Swiss Guard who was live streaming the event swore he saw the urn shimmer.
Let’s not mince words: the Republican Party — at every level of government — needs to be held accountable for the economic mess we’re in. They’ve sold out working people. They’ve sold out seniors. They’ve sold out the country. And they’ve done it all in broad daylight.
Look around. Inflation remains painfully high. The dollar is weak. Our economy is teetering, and our reputation on the world stage has taken a beating. And what’s the GOP’s response? More of the same greed-driven policies that got us here in the first place.
This didn’t happen in a vacuum. Donald Trump didn’t just bungle leadership — he installed some of the most unqualified, corrupt, and outright dangerous people into positions of power. And the GOP-controlled Senate? They confirmed every single one of them. They clapped along. They cheered. They rubber-stamped the destruction.
Now, Trump and his enablers are preaching “belt-tightening” to the rest of us. They say we need to prepare for economic “hardship.” But who is really feeling the pain? Not the billionaire class. Not Trump’s inner circle. They’re getting richer, hoarding wealth while everyday Americans are forced to make impossible choices — between rent and medicine, between groceries and gas.
And what’s the GOP’s solution? More tax cuts for the rich. More deregulation. More gutting of programs that help actual people survive. You think Medicare and Medicaid are safe? Think again. They’ve made it clear: these programs are next on the chopping block. Social Security? They don’t want to strengthen it — they want to privatize it. Turn your hard-earned retirement into Wall Street’s latest jackpot.
Let’s be clear: this is not mismanagement. This is intentional. This is class warfare. This is a party that has embraced cruelty, corruption, and corporate greed as governing principles. They talk about patriotism, but their policies betray the very people they claim to serve.
The GOP owns this. Every bit of it. And we have to call it out. Loudly. Relentlessly. Because if we don’t, they’ll keep pretending this is someone else’s fault. They’ll keep distracting. They’ll keep blaming immigrants, or “wokeness,” or whatever culture war nonsense they’re peddling this week.
But here’s the thing: this country can’t afford silence anymore. Especially not from those who still call themselves Republicans and believe in something better.
“Restoring responsibility and accountability is essential to the economic and fiscal health of our nation.” — Carl Levin
To every patriotic Republican out there — this is your moment. You know this isn’t the party you once believed in. You know this isn’t conservatism — it’s chaos in service of the wealthy and well-connected. If you still believe in integrity, in democracy, in putting country before party, then you need to speak up. Loudly. Publicly. Bravely.
Call out the lies. Reject the corruption. Demand better. Because your voice matters. And if enough of you stand up, you can help stop this runaway train before it crashes into the very foundations of our democracy.
Winner-Take-All Politics by Jacob S. Hacker and Paul Pierson, which argues that:
“Those at the very top of the economic ladder have developed and used political muscle to dramatically cut their taxes, deregulate the financial industry, and keep corporate governance lax and labor unions hamstrung.”
The time for quiet discomfort has passed. Now is the time for action.
As a Dover city councilor, long time Granite Stater, and proud graduate of the University of New Hampshire—along with my wife and both of our children—I’ve always believed in the power of public education to change lives and strengthen communities. That’s why I was deeply concerned by recent comments made by State Representative Joe Sweeney regarding admissions at UNH.
Rep. Sweeney has claimed that New Hampshire students are being denied admission to make room for international and DACA students. Let’s be clear: that claim is misleading and harmful. It shifts attention away from the real and persistent issue undermining educational opportunity in our state—New Hampshire’s chronic underfunding of public education at all levels.
The numbers don’t lie. UNH’s international student population is relatively small, and most of these students pay full tuition. That revenue helps fund financial aid for local students. As for DACA recipients, they make up a tiny fraction of applicants, and university officials have confirmed that they do not displace New Hampshire students. UNH officials stated that the university accepts more than 85% of New Hampshire students who apply, and students are denied admission if they are not academically prepared. They emphasized that UNH does not admit international students at the expense of New Hampshire students. WMUR+1WMUR+1
Instead of pointing fingers at small groups of students who bring valuable perspectives and resources to our campuses, Rep. Sweeney should be focused on the real barrier to access: affordability. New Hampshire ranks near the bottom nationally in state funding for higher education. If we want more New Hampshire students to attend college here, we need to invest in making that possible.
We also need better oversight of how public education dollars are spent—especially in programs like the Education Freedom Accounts, which currently operate with minimal transparency. Dover families, and taxpayers across the state, deserve to know that their money is being used responsibly and equitably to support public schools.
Let’s not forget: UNH is one of the most expensive public universities in the country for in-state students, with tuition and fees alone topping $20,000 a year. That’s the real obstacle. Not international students. Not DACA students. The real issue is structural underinvestment in our public education system.
This moment demands leadership rooted in facts, committed to progress, and focused on solutions. Dover students—and students across New Hampshire—deserve better than political scapegoating. They deserve real answers, real accountability, and real investment in their future.
