Cary Harrison Files

Marble Doodads & Gold Toilets, and the Gospel of Political Vanity. [ES Subtítulos]

Marble Doodads & Gold Toilets, and the Gospel of Political VanityBrother Jasper Culpepper, chaplain to the GOP (God’s Own Party)Friends, the Republic Was Never Supposed to Sparkle. These are spiritually confusing times for True Christians. For generations, Washington, D.C. looked exactly the way government oughta look: restrained, dusty, mildly constipated, and faintly embarrassed to exist at all. Marble columns stood around like Baptist ushers waiting to tackle somebody for chewing gum near the Book of Romans. The Capitol dome loomed overhead like a bald Presbyterian librarian silently judging your grammar, your hemline, and your cholesterol simultaneously.The whole city smelled like parchment, radiator heat, dead presidents, and soup crackers dissolved in weak broth.And that was proper.Because Proverbs 16:18 warns us plainly:“Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.”The old republic understood this. The architecture itself whispered humility. It said:“Please lower your voice near the Constitution.”It said:“Maybe don’t gold-plate every toilet in sight like an Egyptian casino pharaoh.”It said:“Government works for the people, not whichever millionaire just discovered bronzer and Roman columns during a divorce.”But clearly it was the Democrats who flung open the gates of Babylon and unleashed modern political television culture upon the nation like a demonic leaf blower packed with cocaine residue and expired casino shrimp.Now Washington is transforming into a flaming carnival of ego, chandeliers, patriotic branding, and decorative nonsense. Suddenly everybody wants giant arches, colossal ballrooms, ceremonial corridors, gold trim, and reflecting pools polished so brightly they resemble the waiting room of a luxury Botox clinic where emotional-support peacocks serve cucumber water to hedge-fund managers.The capital city increasingly looks less like the seat of a republic and more like what happens when a cruise-ship buffet supervisor inherits the Roman Empire during a concussion.the arc of triumph covered with orange hair on the topAnd naturally the Democrats accuse good God-fearing Republicans of being judgmental for noticing the smoke while the curtains burn behind them.Now friends, Scripture repeatedly warns against vanity and false grandeur. Ecclesiastes tells us:“All was vanity and vexation of spirit.”But vanity is precisely what empires adore.That is why tyrants always build gigantic nonsense.Hitler and Albert Speer dreamed of Germania — a capital city designed less for human beings than for intimidation. Endless boulevards. Massive arches. Buildings so grotesquely oversized they looked like giants ordered office parks during a methamphetamine relapse.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that is likely banned in at least 30 states.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioThe purpose was psychological warfare.The architecture screamed:“YOU ARE SMALL.”“POWER IS ETERNAL.”“NOW SHUFFLE FORWARD, YOU SWEATY TAXPAYING MEAT PUPPET.”Because worldly power, once it stops fearing God, immediately develops an erotic attachment to marble doodads.Tyrants don’t care about plumbing.They don’t care about practicality.Practicality is for engineers, grandmothers, and heavyset dads labeling storage bins in garages.Tyrants want spectacle.They want peasants feeling like dehydrated ants hauling breadcrumbs through cathedrals while military music bellows in the background like constipated elephants trapped inside a tuba factory.And modern liberalism absolutely adores this kind of theatrical nonsense because today’s Democrats are basically pagan Rome with reusable grocery bags and sensitivity workshops.Now this proposed “Independence Arch” sounds less like a monument and more like a direct-to-video Steven Seagal movie sold beside truck-stop fireworks and novelty beef jerky.A seven-hundred-foot patriotic stone donut with bald eagles exploding off the sides while Lee Greenwood screams through industrial fog machines and a veteran named Dale launches hot dogs at tourists from an air cannon.A seven-hundred-foot patriotic stone donut with bald eagles exploding off the sides while Lee Greenwood screams through industrial fog machines and a veteran named Dale launches hot dogs at tourists from an air cannon.And somehow everybody pretends this is dignity.But every empire reaches the same conclusion eventually:“If we build enough gigantic nonsense, maybe nobody will notice the bridges collapsing and the Treasury operating like a haunted Dave & Buster’s.”Old Washington at least attempted republican restraint — mild embarrassment wrapped in limestone. The Capitol once had the emotional energy of a principal apologizing for interrupting lunch.The full conversation in the video above and wherever you get podcasts. Search: The Cary Harrison Files.Text or leave a voice message: 310-737-TALK This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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Bottled Water Is A Plastic Bottle Scam Packed With Nanoplastics [ES Subtítulos]

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Then the marketing departments arrived like locusts wearing Patagonia vests.Now every mall philosopher with a yoga mat and a TikTok account clutches a fourteen-dollar bottle of “alkaline glacier water” as if it were squeezed from the kidneys of Nordic angels. The labels promise transcendence. Snowy mountains. Crystal waterfalls. Fonts whispering spiritual superiority. You’re not drinking water anymore. You’re participating in an identity ritual for people who think electrolytes are a personality.And after decades of this magnificent consumer stampede, researchers discovered that bottled water may contain staggering quantities of microscopic plastic particles. Tiny polymer crumbs floating around in your drink like invisible confetti from Satan’s birthday party.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that is likely banned in at least 30 states.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioThe Great Tap Water PanicThe bottled water industry never needed to openly declare tap water deadly. That would’ve been too obvious. Instead, they built one of the slickest propaganda campaigns since diamonds became mandatory for engagement rings.They sold atmosphere.Rusty pipes. Ominous music. Murky visuals. Words like purity, clean hydration, and ultra-filtered refreshment. Commercials featuring beige-sweatered women staring thoughtfully at glaciers like they were auditioning for an antidepressant commercial.The implication was unmistakable:Tap water is for prisoners, laundromats, and houseplants. Bottled water is for successful people doing rooftop yoga.The full conversation in the video above and wherever you get podcasts. Search: The Cary Harrison Files.Text or leave a voice message: 310-737-TALK This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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The Government Put Microphones in Your Underwear — A Sermon for the End Times

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Friends, this is a glorious and deeply troubling time for True Christians everywhere.Glorious, because the Lord has once again confirmed through the miracle of consumer electronics that the End Times are upon us. Troubling, because in delivering us these signs, He has chosen as His vessel the one garment that True Christians have always known to be — at minimum — theologically suspicious.The undergarment, friends. The underpants.Now, before we get to the government surveillance program embedded in your waistband, let us acknowledge what the Lord already knew when He fashioned Adam and Eve in the garden: clothing was not His idea.Clothing was the consequence of sin. Before the Fall, Adam and Eve walked freely in God’s presence, unashamed, unencumbered, and — critically — unwired. It was the serpent’s influence, the awareness of nakedness, the birth of shame that introduced fabric into Eden.Clothing is therefore the original evidence of human corruption.Brother Jasper CulpepperAnd underwear — underwear, friends, is the most corrupt layer of all. It is clothing’s confession. It is the garment closest to the very site of original transgression. It is where the devil lives, and now, apparently, where IARPA has put its microphones.We’ll get to that. Let us begin at the face, because that’s where God started before He moved south.We’re talking about Facebook’s Meta glasses.We had always assumed the Mark of the Beast would be something dramatic. A brand. A microchip. A bureaucratic nightmare administered by a one-world government run out of Brussels by people with good haircuts. We imagined we would know.We did not imagine it would come in tortoiseshell frames. We did not imagine it would pair with Spotify.And yet.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your high tea in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioThe Lord moves in mysterious ways, and apparently His most recent instrument is Mark Zuckerberg — a man who has the emotional warmth of a DMV notice and the spiritual energy of a Terms of Service agreement — who took the hallowed icon of Paul Newman and Steve McQueen and transformed it into what Scripture clearly describes:“He causes all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their foreheads, and that no one may buy or sell except one who has the mark.” — Revelation 13:16–17The mark, friends, is on your face. It has a five-star rating on Amazon and comes with a ninety-day return window, which is more mercy than the Lord offered Sodom — though Sodom at least had the dignity not to issue a press release about it.Praise Him. For He allowed the surveillance state to arise not through jackboots and midnight raids but through accessorizing.For thirty years, the Deep State could not do what Zuckerberg accomplished over a long weekend in Menlo Park. The government needed warrants. It needed subpoenas. It needed windowless rooms in Fort Meade with blinking servers and a man in a polo shirt eating a sad desk sandwich.God in His infinite efficiency said: inefficient. Cut out the middleman. Convince the prisoners to build the Panopticon themselves. And wear it. On their faces. As a lifestyle choice. With a matching carrying case.Jeremy Bentham — a man the Lord sent ahead as a warning, like John the Baptist but for surveillance capitalism — designed his Panopticon in 1791. The prison where the warden sees every cell but the prisoners cannot see the warden. The genius of it was the uncertainty. You might be watched. You might not. But you behave as though you always are.Zuckerberg improved on this by simply removing the uncertainty.The full conversation in the video above and wherever you get podcasts. Search: The Cary Harrison Files.Text or leave a voice message: 310-737-TALK This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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Let’s Talk About 'Operation Madman'. It’s A Real Name. [(ES) Subtítulos]

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I know what you’re thinking.“Cary, that sounds like it was named by a second-grader who ate a full bag of Halloween candy, found his dad’s old war movies, and drew a strategy on a Denny’s placemat with a broken crayon.”You’d be exactly right. Except this particular second-grader has a nuclear football, a military budget that makes the next ten countries look like they’re fundraising with a bake sale, and a pathological, diaper-filling terror of one specific four-letter word that rhymes with “loser.” He can’t say it. Won’t say it. It’s the Voldemort of his entire existence. Mention it and his whole face does a thing.That’s Our Leadership. That’s Washington. That’s the magnificently-turd-polished diplomatic apparatus currently blockading the Strait of Hormuz like it’s a gas station bathroom with one working lock and a “be right back” sign that’s been there since February.The StrategyI need you to really bend down for this one. Get your expectations on the floor. Below the floor. Get them in the crawlspace where the possum lives.Operation Madman is an actual, grown-adult, Iranian, now Pentagon-codeworded, someone-got-paid-a-salary-to-name-this strategy.The plan — in its full, official, classified-document glory — is to appear completely out of your gourd. Not be out of your gourd. That part apparently takes care of itself. Just appear that way.The official warfighting doctrine for the biggest energy catastrophe on the planet was coined from a word a kindergartner uses when his juice box leaks.And it worked.If by “worked” you mean the Strait of Hormuz — that oiled-up little maritime chokepoint through which twenty percent of the world’s petroleum gets its groove on every single day — is now sealed tighter than a pickle jar that’s been in the back of the fridge since the Obama administration. Closed. Shut. Done. Nighty-night, global energy supply. Don’t let the geopolitical bedbugs bite.The oil markets go up. The oil markets go down. Nobody tells you anything true. Everybody’s winning. Nobody’s winning. The Strait is open. The Strait is a cork in a bottle. And the bottle is on fire. But fine.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your day in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioThe Intellectual Ancestor of All This DumbasseryThe lineage runs through a man named Daniel Ellsberg — yes, that Ellsberg, the Pentagon Papers guy, a former friend of this show — the man who marched into Washington with a briefcase stuffed with inconvenient truths and handed the entire national security apparatus a suppository it had not consented to.Back in 1959 — when your parents were still cheerful, cars had fins for absolutely no aerodynamic reason whatsoever, and the apocalypse at least had the decency to feel distant — Ellsberg delivered a lecture called:“The Political Uses of Madness.”He was studying Hitler’s trick of performing irrationality to make other countries wet themselves and hand over whatever he wanted. The logic was simple and stomach-turning:If you act crazy enough, people give you what you want just to get you to sit back down and stop making that face.The StalemateAnd here we are — waddling around in a full, pants-soiled stalemate.You know what a stalemate is in nuclear-age geopolitics? It’s two overgrown toddlers playing chicken in a stolen golf cart on a one-lane road, both of them absolutely positive the other one will swerve, neither willing to admit they blew past the exit forty miles ago and are now technically in a different country.Washington can’t back down — because he’d be, say it with me — a loser.Iran won’t negotiate because the last time they showed up to the table, they got bombed as a thank-you gift.So here we sit, you and I, while the planet’s entire energy supply is being monetized, weaponized, propagandized, and monetized again — and you are personally funding every drop of it at the pump, the grocery store, and wherever else the invisible hand of the market has found a new orifice to invoice.Order NowLet’s Be FairFairness is what separates us from the animals — and from certain cable networks whose names rhyme with “Rocks Gnus.”Because beneath all this spectacular theater, beneath the madman cosplay and the Hormuz puppet show, there is a sixty-year illegal military occupation.Sixty years.That’s not a conflict. That’s not even a “situation.” That’s a lifestyle. That’s a timeshare you can never get out of and nobody will buy. And yet here we are — still acting surprised, still calling it breaking news, still scheduling the panel discussion — as if sixty years of the same thing is anything other than a choice somebody keeps making every single morning before breakfast.Before we bring on one of the smartest experts alive to explain all of this, let’s recap what we’re actually dealing with:A war with a codename that sounds like what happens when a frat pledge drinks something he shouldn’t and wakes up zip-tied to a lawn ornamentA blockaded strait that world leaders simultaneously swear is open and closed — like a geopolitical bathroom stall with a broken latch that everyone’s pretending works fine while the line outside wraps around the blockA dollar so jittery it’s checking WebMD at 3am and updating its willA two-state solution so old it has a pension and a bad hip and still nobody’s done anything about itA nuclear non-acknowledgment policy so transparently stupid it makes peek-a-boo look like a binding legal contractA Leadership whose entire grand strategic doctrine — their magnum opus, the thing they apparently sat down and decided was the cornerstone of twenty-first century American power projection — is to act like they ate a fistful of crayons, washed it down with paint thinner, and hope the other guy soils himself firstYou think this isn’t the greatest era in human history? Honey. You’re not failing to see the magnificence — you’re just not crouched down far enough yet. Get on your belly. Face in the carpet. There you go. Now look up. It’s beautiful.My GuestToday’s guest wrote about all of this with the kind of clarity that makes powerful people deeply uncomfortable — which is precisely how you know it’s worth reading.Professor Thomas Ehrlich Reifer worked shoulder-to-shoulder with Noam Chomsky and the late Daniel Ellsberg. He chairs the Sociology Department at the University of San Diego, with affiliations spanning Latin American Studies, Women’s and Gender Studies, Asian Studies, Cognitive Science, and Ethnic Studies. He’s written for the Journal of Palestine Studies and Antisemitism Studies.His latest piece at Global Policy —“The Unfolding World War, The Political Uses of Madness, and the Fate of Republics”— is generating more international response than anything he’s ever published, including from leading authorities on the Middle East, Iran, and U.S.-Iranian relations.The full conversation in the video above and wherever you get podcasts. Search: The Cary Harrison Files.Text or leave a voice message: 310-737-TALK This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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Reality Is Still Out There. It's Just Under New Management.

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Let’s start with the good news. Reality still exists. Somewhere. Probably. It’s hiding under a pile of sponsored content and a terms-of-service agreement you clicked “agree” on in 2019 without reading — which means you technically signed over your soul, your browsing history, and your cat’s emotional support status to a Delaware LLC that doesn’t exist anymore.The deed to reality changed hands six months ago in a server farm outside Reno. No witnesses. No press coverage. The notary was AI-generated. His digital signature looked like a reindeer-Chihuahua hybrid sat on a keyboard, sneezed, had a full grand mal seizure, rolled off the desk, and then got up and asked for a treat. The notary’s name was Chad. Of course it was Chad. Chad doesn’t exist. Chad is a prompt written by a twenty-three-year-old in Scottsdale who manages four Instagram accounts for a protein powder brand. Chad is what happens when ambition and emptiness have a baby and the baby gets venture capital funding.Welcome to the information age — where every fact comes with a disclaimer, every image comes with a question mark, and every video comes with a “this may have been altered” warning that everyone ignores the way you ignore “objects in mirror are closer than they appear” until the thing is already inside your car.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your day in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioYou wanted the marketplace of ideas. Congratulations. It got acquired by private equity. The ideas are fine. The marketplace got dismembered like a piñata at a hedge fund retreat — everything spilled out, the children dove for it, shrieking, elbowing each other in the throat, and a man in a fleece vest — always a fleece vest, that’s the uniform of consequence-free capitalism, the fleece vest is what you wear when you want to look approachable while committing crimes against the social contract — scooped up ninety percent of the candy before anyone else’s knees hit the ground. He rebranded it The Narrative Suite™ — Powered by Palantir. The candy is now a subscription service. The piñata is a podcast. The children are content.Here’s what happened, and I’m going to tell it to you straight. We had, once upon a time — and I’m being generous, romantic even, like a completely hammered uncle at a wedding whose glass eye has moved out of center orbit and it’s now staring up to the the left. Remember the shared reality? Messy, imperfect, full of Walter Cronkite’s authoritative brow and ink-stained reporters who smelled like cigarettes, existential despair, and a low-grade conflict of interest they at least had the good taste to be slightly embarrassed about. But shared. You and your neighbor and the guy at the diner — you all agreed, more or less, on the basic facts of existence. The sky was blue. Nixon was a crook. The Pentagon lied about Vietnam. And we didn’t need a chatbot to explain what a tariff does to the price of a washing machine.That’s gone now. Not eroded. Not “in decline,” which is how NPR would say it in a seventeen-part series with a theremin score. Gone. Atomized. Vaporized. Scooped into a content blender the size of Delaware — which, as states go, is already basically a server farm with a flag — spun at ten thousand RPMs by a guy who went to Stanford, peaked emotionally at age twenty-six, and has the emotional range of a parking meter on a Sunday in a closed municipal lot.Here’s the operating manual. It fits on a cocktail napkin, which is where most crimes against democracy are first sketched out.A billionaire buys a media platform. He doesn’t issue memos that say “stop writing things that make my portfolio uncomfortable.” He just has to own it — because ownership is the thermostat that controls the temperature of the entire building, and every reporter and editor in that building knows, on a marrow-deep cellular level, exactly which way the wind has turned. Slowly, invisibly, like a gas leak that makes everyone politely stupider, the editorial choices shift. The investigations get “deprioritized” — which is corporate-speak for taken behind the barn and made to squeal like a pig — and the chilling effect does the whole filthy job without mussing its hair. It’s the laziest form of censorship in the history of power, and it works like a charm, and the charm smells like wet money and a very expensive fear of accountability.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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Our Confidence that the Rapture Was Right Around the Corner Arose When God’s Own Party (GOP) Dominated the Last Elections.

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riends, this is a sad time for True Christians everywhere. Just when we were convinced the End Times are finally upon us, God in His infinite wisdom and wrath has once again signaled that we will have to wait even longer for the day when we can join Him and His Son in Heaven’s crystal palace. This is truly a sad time, indeed. The Deep State is clearly a tool of the devil. And Satan has won, yet again.Our confidence that the Rapture was right around the corner arose when God’s Own Party (GOP) dominated the last elections. Despite the fact that heathen Kamala Harris won nearly as many votes nationwide as our golden-haired prophet, God made sure Trump was elected. He started by ensuring the colored folks and boat people in the swing states — who care only about pronouns and free insulin — were sufficiently confused by the ballot process. When that wasn’t enough, He intervened further and had the Electoral College do exactly what the Founders intended: deliver us from competence.The Cary Harrison Files airs on KPFK 90.7 FM Los Angeles and the Pacifica Radio Network. Subscribe here on Substack for the full transcript, extended commentary, and the occasional history lesson that will ruin your day in the most productive way possible.Find us at caryharrison.com — and for the love of the Founders, tell a friend.Membership here sustains public radioAnd even though God had a momentary lapse and let the Senate threaten us with women in pantsuits, He ensured that any resistance would crumble by giving us, as Vice President, JD Vance — a man whose ideological journey from Yale-educated critic to golden retriever is more miraculous than the loaves and the fishes.We understandably believed God put our Republicans in command because He wanted the End Times to begin. And our Godly Republicans increased our confidence by immediately setting about to make the Book of Revelation come true — mostly through press conferences.From the apostle John, we know the End Times will occur when the Earth is plagued with fires, earthquakes, plagues, the destruction of plant, animal, and human life, and the dominance of creatures like locusts and other destructive bugs. Those do-gooder Democrats want to take our money and tax our corporations so they can make the environment fit for future generations — when True Christians know there aren’t going to be many future generations to come. Why waste money on a pipe dream of a clean world when the Rapture’s on the calendar?Godly Republicans sought to let us enjoy every second of what little time we have left: slashing taxes for those with enough money to notice it, slapping tariffs on everything including the air we breathe, running the deficit up to numbers so large they’ve transcended mathematics and entered theology.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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King George III — pink, porphyria-riddled, purple-peeing ham who lost America — vs the bronzer-drenched, tie-elongated, six-times-bankrupt Cheeto who tried to steal it back. [(ES) Subtítulos]

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Alex Karp wants your children to go to war. He is very passionate about this. He has published a whole book about it — The Technological Republic — which is the kind of title that tells you immediately this guy has never had to parallel park, do his own laundry, or explain to a draft board why his knees don’t work.He and his co-author slapped together a 22-point manifesto, dropped it on X on a Sunday like a flaming bag of dog poop on the nation’s doorstep, and among those 22 radiant points of visionary insight was a crystal-clear call: universal national service. A draft. The whole deal. Everyone goes. Everyone shares the risk.Everyone, that is, except Palantir Technologies, which paid:Exactly zero dollars — none, zip, goose egg, the big donut, not a thin dime — in federal income taxes in 2025, despite reporting a cool $1.5 billion in U.S. income.They used a provision in something actually, genuinely, sincerely called the “One Big Beautiful Bill Act” — which sounds like the title of a Schoolhouse Rock episode written by a defense contractor — to deduct their research expenses down to approximately nothing. So your kids can share in the risk and the cost, and Palantir will share in the profits.That’s the deal. That’s the manifesto. Does this seem fair to you? Because Alex Karp has a ponytail and a philosophy degree and he thinks it’s extremely fair.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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A $350 billion defense company that pays zero in federal taxes just published a manifesto calling for a permanent US military draft. . [(ES) Subtítulos]

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Alex Karp wants your children to go to war. He is very passionate about this. He has published a whole book about it — The Technological Republic — which is the kind of title that tells you immediately this guy has never had to parallel park, do his own laundry, or explain to a draft board why his knees don’t work.He and his co-author slapped together a 22-point manifesto, dropped it on X on a Sunday like a flaming bag of dog poop on the nation’s doorstep, and among those 22 radiant points of visionary insight was a crystal-clear call: universal national service. A draft. The whole deal. Everyone goes. Everyone shares the risk.Everyone, that is, except Palantir Technologies, which paid:Exactly zero dollars — none, zip, goose egg, the big donut, not a thin dime — in federal income taxes in 2025, despite reporting a cool $1.5 billion in U.S. income.They used a provision in something actually, genuinely, sincerely called the “One Big Beautiful Bill Act” — which sounds like the title of a Schoolhouse Rock episode written by a defense contractor — to deduct their research expenses down to approximately nothing. So your kids can share in the risk and the cost, and Palantir will share in the profits.That’s the deal. That’s the manifesto. Does this seem fair to you? Because Alex Karp has a ponytail and a philosophy degree and he thinks it’s extremely fair.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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Study: GenZ has access to more sex than any generation in human history. And they've opted-out. [(ES) Subtítulos]

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Ten thousand years of agriculture, architecture, philosophy, genocide, and the occasional Renaissance—and what does the crown jewel of our species produce?A generation that’d rather reorganize its Spotify playlists than touch another human being.This is biology itself—a four-billion-year-old system that survived extinction events, continental drift, and the invention of Crocs—shrugging and going: “We’ll sit this round out.”The Buffet Nobody OrderedYou were promised decadence. A Roman orgy with better lighting and a soundtrack. Humanity spent ten millennia building toward this exact shimmering intersection of access, privacy, and anonymity—and what did you do with that divine inheritance?You declined. Not with a bang. With the serene, lavender-scented detachment of someone turning down a second helping of something they never really wanted.“Maybe later.”Caesar crossed the Rubicon. Lewis and Clark crossed a continent full of things actively trying to kill them. And you—with your unlimited data plan and a phone that’s basically a neurological vending machine—have crossed nothing. Because crossing things requires putting down the phone.When Desire Got AuditedSomewhere between Woodstock and the Wellness Industrial Complex, the whole enterprise got reviewed. What was once the most gloriously chaotic thing two mammals could get up to on a Tuesday has been retrofitted into a compliance seminar with optional breakout groups on attachment theory.And then there’s the thing nobody says out loud.A bad date can now be published. Permanently.Membership here sustains public radioOne regrettable evening, one misread signal, one moment neither party handled with grace—and it’s screenshotted, tagged, and indexed by Google within 48 hours. The social contract used to include a statute of limitations on embarrassment. The internet dissolved that clause without mentioning it in the terms of service.The upside risk is a decent Tuesday night. The downside risk is your professional reputation and a Reddit thread that surfaces every time someone Googles your name.So naturally, you did the only thing a sensible organism with executive function and a data plan could do. You opted out.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe

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How a Pudgy Hungarian Autocrat Wrote the GOP Instruction Manual [(ES) Subtítles]

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Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.There’s a rule — simple on paper, slippery in practice. Homeland Security is looking to make this the law soon.Some cities — New York City, Los Angeles, Chicago — call themselves sanctuary cities. Which means they are sanctuaries for people in a free country called America. And Washington looks at that and says: Fine. Then your cities no longer exist whenever a passport is needed.So here’s how it’ll work, according to the new DHS: International travelers can still land in those cities — but they won’t be processed there. No customs. No official entry. No clean handshake with the country you just flew into. Instead, the biggest gateways in the country become layover lounges with better branding.You don’t enter where you land. You enter where you’re allowed to be processed.It’s neat. It’s quiet. It doesn’t argue. It just moves the finish line. And if you’re the one traveling? You don’t debate it. You just follow it.Let’s play this out, you traveler, you.Your itineraryHour 0 — ParisNot just a place — this is the last moment you exist as a person with intent. You have a destination: Los Angeles. A clean line across a map. A simple idea.Hours 0–10 — The FlightThe plane hums like a lullaby engineered by accountants. You drift. You believe. Ten hours. That’s what you bought. That’s what they told you.Hours 10–13 — New York CityYou land. And the illusion peels back — slow, wet, unpleasant. You stand in line with the others. The hopeful. The deodorized. The still-human. A voice — calm, disembodied, maybe not even attached to a face — explains: This city is a sanctuary city. It does not align. Therefore… you do not arrive.Not denied. That would imply judgment. You are something worse. You are redirected. And here’s where it gets good — where the system leans in close, breath warm, and says: “We’re not stopping you. We’re improving you.”Hours 13–20 — OrlandoTime loosens. The clocks look decorative now. You sit beneath fluorescent lights that flicker like they’re trying to remember your name. You miss your connection, but it doesn’t feel like a mistake. It feels… scheduled. You start to suspect the itinerary isn’t a plan. It’s a ritual.Hours 20–26 — HoustonYou land in compliance. The air tastes like paperwork. There are others here. So many others. All rerouted. All softened. The line doesn’t move — it breathes. You wait long enough to forget why you were in a hurry. Then you’re told, gently: Not here either. Try Dallas.Hours 26–32 — DallasYou don’t question it. You board like it’s your idea. Somewhere between takeoff and landing, you realize your spine has accepted the shape of the seat permanently. You’re becoming… portable. Time is no longer a measurement. It’s a seasoning.Hours 32–40 — DenverSnow falls like static on a broken channel. You sleep in fragments — ten minutes here, twenty there — like the system is rationing your consciousness. A man next to you whispers that he’s been here two days. You know you are just like him.Hours 40–48 — PhoenixHeat. Dry, biblical heat. Your lips crack. Your thoughts slow. Your reflection in the airport bathroom looks like someone who owes money to reality.And then it hits you: you are orbiting your destination. Like a satellite that’s been denied clearance to land. Because the cities built to receive you refused to kneel. And the system — oh, the new system — doesn’t kneel. It reroutes.Then the punchline evolves into something almost erotic in its cruelty. You miss your connection. Of course you do. So they send you to Mexico City.Hours 48–58 — Mexico CityYou leave the United States. Without ever entering it. You crossed an ocean to be told to go somewhere else — and now you’re doing it internationally. You are no longer a traveler. You are a demonstration. For the public to observe. For the news channels to cover and justify for their masters. Then you fly back in.Hours 58–65 — San AntonioAnd finally — they process you. No ceremony. No warmth. Just a stamp. A quiet, almost intimate acknowledgment: You found a place that agrees.Hours 65–72 — Los AngelesYou land. Not triumphant. Not relieved. Just… completed. Like a transaction that took longer than expected but eventually cleared.And now — now — you’re supposed to be grateful. Grateful for the tour. Grateful for the expansion. Grateful that what was once a straight line has become a sacred geometry of inconvenience stretching across continents and egos.Because this isn’t inefficiency. This is philosophy so devoted to its own logic that it will bend space, time, and your spinal alignment before it bends itself.And if you can’t appreciate that — if you look at 3 days of rerouting, reprocessing, re-everything, and still call it absurd — then maybe the problem isn’t the journey.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. 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