Congress: Kindergarten in Tailored SuitsBy Earth Angel Master Magical Healer Roy DawsonWASHINGTON—If you’ve ever wondered what happens when adults never outgrow the playground, step into Congress on a weekday afternoon. Yesterday, Capitol Hill erupted with more laughter than logic as Pam Bondi calmly dismantled a red-faced senator who couldn’

IF THEY KNEW THEN WHAT THEY KNOW NOWThey laughed in the smoke and drank cold, cheap beer and wine. Slapped each other on the back. Thought it was over. Thought they’d won.It was the kind of laughter that’s loud because it hides fear. It always has.The three women were clever. Or they thought they were. Sharp tongues. Dull hearts. Witches, black

War is not glory. It never was. It’s just a brutal, ugly thing. A thing that chews up men and spits them out like used cigarette butts. You’ll hear the stories, you’ll hear the bravado, but it’s all lies — the glory, the honor, the flag-waving speeches. The battlefield doesn’t care about that. It doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor,

"The Mask and the Cure"The man wore a smile, but it wasn’t real.It sat on his face like a bad hat.Too big. Crooked. Ugly if you looked too long.Inside, he wasn’t smiling.He was tired.Of pretending. Of watching others laugh while he boiled in his own silence. He didn’t know why he liked seeing people suffer. Maybe because misery wants company

The Reckoning: Standing Unyielding in the StormShe stood there, her black hair swirling in the wind, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as if victory was already hers. But I see past the façade—because no one can escape the truth forever. The reckoning is inevitable. It will come, for all of us.The wind shrieks through the streets, heavy