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THE SILENCE HAS LIMITS: HOW JIMMY KIMMEL TURNED LATE-NIGHT TV INTO A MORAL TRIBUNAL AGAINST POWER Late-night television is traditionally…

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Part 1 It was 1980, and I was driving my beat-up car toward Sullivan County Community College in upstate New…

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THE COMEDIAN WHO WOULDN’T QUIT: JIMMY KIMMEL’S NEW ABC DEAL IS A DEFIANT, DECISIVE SLAP BACK AT TRUMP’S CENSORSHIP CAMPAIGN…

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THE TROPHY TRAP: GAVIN NEWSOM’S PARTICIPATION TROPHY JAB HITS DONALD TRUMP WHERE IT HURTS AFTER CONTROVERSIAL PEACE PRIZE The political…

Part 1 The November wind cutting through Washington Park in Portland, Oregon, was brisk, hovering around 50 degrees Fahrenheit. For…

The day was flawless, one of those late May mornings in the Hudson Valley when the world feels newly minted….

Part 1 The drive to my mother’s estate in upstate New York was quiet, the kind of silence that feels…

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The command crackled through her earpiece, a ghost of a voice shredded by static but sharpened by authority. It was…