Donald Trump has found a magic money machine and will make billions of real and fake dollars while becoming ever more in hock to the rogues’ gallery subsidizing his crypto empire. There is potentially no bottom to the corruption.

How James Gunn's comments about "basic human kindness" triggered a predictable right-wing media meltdown.

Community, care, and support don’t happen in a vacuum. Love and friendship aren’t something we are entitled to. To be cared for, you must also show care. To have a community, you have to be part of it. To have people care if you live or die, you have to start caring about the life and death of others around you.

Dorsey admitted that his new messaging app had not been reviewed or tested for security issues prior to its launch.

No Hacks. No Apps. Just Rules, Paper, and Silence.

In my tech career, things have changed immensely. People seem to have forgotten to check whether the tech they’re talking about can actually do what people are saying it's designed to do. They’ve confused a financier who cuts checks to arms dealers with a technologist who actually invents new things. They’ve overlooked the innovation that’s happening on open platforms, in open communities, in human-scale spaces or in non-extractive models.

What Would You Do? Of course we would stand up for what was right. Of course we would hide the fearful and innocent targets of the regime in our attics and crawlspaces. Of course we would oppose the dictator, join the resistance, maybe… sabotage a bridge??? It’s unclear which bridge or how that would help, but surely we would know these things when and if that unthinkable day came. We would be ready, and we would resist. And now, here it is. As Donald Trump laughed and mugged for cameras in front of the chain link fences of Florida’s new concentration camp, as Kristi Noem and Ron DeSantis joked in front of the kennels they had built for human beings they planned to abduct and confine there, human beings they planned to starve and torture there, what I did was: paint my bedroom. What Would You Do? I would carefully scrub the accumulated decades of grease off the old paint with TSP, making sure to rinse well so as not to leave a residue that hampers adhesion by the new paint. I would cut in with a 2 ½“ angled brush around all the window and door trim. I would listen to podcasts while I shuffled along the baseboard on my knees, pausing occasionally to stretch my aching back. I would make hot dogs for lunch and eat them while reading posts on Bluesky about the passage of a bill through Congress that will ramp ICE funding up to levels competitive with other countries entire military. I would text my wife in New Zealand that things back home are pretty bad, and I don’t know what to do.

Let’s set Substack’s “Nazi problem” aside for a moment. What if the bigger issue is being stranded on a collapsing platform... with a bunch of Nazis? Substack's content woes are bound up with its shaky business model in ways that are bad for all of us.

So that’s the good news: Substack has some high-profile authors and is bringing in more of them, and that’s presumably good for revenue. But how good — enough to make a living on, or enough to satisfy the company’s investors? Those are two very different things.

It begins to feel like a broad celebration of mediocrity. Finally, society says, with a huge sigh of relief. I don’t have to write a letter to my granddaughter. I don’t have to write a three-line fetch call. I don’t have to know anything, care about what I’m doing, or even have an opinion. I can just substitute some Content™. I can just ask the computer for Whatever But I like programming. I like writing. I like making things and then being able to sit back and look at them and think, holy fuck, I made that. There is no joy for me in typing a vague description into a computer and refreshing my way through a parade of Whatever until something is good enough.