🗞The Week That Was (or Wasn’t)
The republic, that wheezing bellows, spent another week converting folly into policy and policy into price tags. Below find a tidy enumeration of calamities, suitable for pasting into the family scrapbook between Grandma’s ration cards and last year’s hurricane prep list.
“Only the Shampoo Must Suffer”: The Stealth Tariff Addendum
Washington’s tariff roulette wheel clicked once more and landed on miscellany: washing machines, shampoos, motorcycles, and even the toddler’s furniture. The merry twist? Assessments hinge on metal bits tucked within—an accountant’s picnic and an exporter’s migraine.
Progress, in this telling, is a pile of forms atop a stack of invoices balanced on a sea‑freight delay.
Back‑to‑School, Forward‑to‑Prices
Retailers whisper sweet nothings about holding the line on “select items,” but the ledger tells a harsher tale: families budgeting princely sums to kit out scholars, while economists note the tariff bite creeping into inflation like moths into a winter coat.
The American parent: part-time supply-chain analyst, full-time payer of other people’s trade strategies.
The Alaska Curtsy: Many Signals, Little Peace
Following the Alaska tête‑à ‑tête, Washington vows to “accelerate” negotiations as if velocity alone births miracles. Moscow, meanwhile, appears content to sip victory‑tea until reality proves otherwise. Kyiv declines the pawnshop.
Erin, a Category Five Grande Dame
Erin spun herself into the record books, mercifully far from land yet quite near enough to close beaches, kick up rip currents, and remind us that the Atlantic is presently a hot bath with delusions of grandeur.
Advice from the Lifeguard of History: even a distant storm can rearrange your week.
Papers, Please: Medicaid & CHIP Acquire a New Magnifying Glass
CMS announced a nationwide verification push—monthly reports, database cross‑checks, and enough acronyms to fell a modest spruce. Advocates foresee eligible patients tangled in red tape; officials promise “integrity,” that most elastic of virtues.
Oregon, Suing as a Service
Somewhere in Salem a quill squeaks: yet another suit chalked against the federal ledger. At roughly five filings a month, one wonders if the Attorney General now issues commemorative punch cards—“Sue nine, the tenth is free.”

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