My Journal

So here we are again, folks—watching the political map get redrawn not because we counted new people, but because some folks in expensive suits counted new opportunities. Texas fired the opening salvo, no surprise there. The Lone Star State, ever the ambitious...

While Ukraine engineers battlefield drones in garages and China advances AI-controlled naval fleets, America’s Army and Navy are still learning the basics. Literally. This past month, two stories landed back-to-back, each quietly underscoring a larger and more...

Back in the day, before motorcades and scandal headlines, before Bill Clinton played sax and Newt Gingrich decided to choke the soul out of public service, Henry Cisneros and I went to the same Catholic school on the West Side of San Antonio. He was in fourth grade. I...

Back in the early ’90s, I was chasing California politics the way a hungry dog chases a meat truck—press pass in one pocket, notebook in the other, and always with a half-empty tank of gas and a deadline that didn’t care about traffic on the 5. One particular night in...

Well, hell. Here we go again—dancing on the nuclear tripwire with the grace of a rhinoceros in a tutu. Today, Donald Trump—commander of all that he surveys, including apparently basic naval doctrine—announced with great fanfare that he’s sending two nuclear submarines...

You’re being distracted. Again. Today’s headlines? More Epstein documents and the cancellation of Colbert’s late-night show. That’s your “news.” A dead man’s secrets that will never be fully revealed, and a television host who once poked power before being absorbed by...