The D.C. Buffet Never Closes

Somewhere in the marble maze of Washington, a crowd of well-fed suits is clinking glasses and congratulating each other on surviving another “crisis.” Out here in the real world, the lights are flickering, the fridge is empty, and the gas gauge is kissing E. Government shutdowns have become our national spectator sport — complete with millionaire referees who still collect paychecks while telling the rest of us to “hang in there.” The irony is thicker than the cigars in the D.C. Club’s back room, where the menu’s printed on taxpayer-funded linen and the only thing that ever runs out is accountability. Advertisement

Military Families: The Forgotten Collateral

When the gears of government grind to a halt, it’s not the bureaucrats who bleed — it’s the service

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