August Holloway

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The Puritan's Basement

I. THE BEETLE The car was a 1968 Volkswagen Beetle, tan, the color of nothing. The color of parking lots and motel stucco and the sky before rain that never comes. He had removed the passenger seat and stored it somewhere no one ever found. In its place was a

They Have Always Been Coming

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian I. The Frontier They have always been coming. In the national dream they mass at the edge of the known world and their fires light the darkness and in the morning the darkness is closer.

The Puppet Has Strings Too

The machine did not stop when they took him. It did not even pause. Machines do not pause. They process. She stands at the window of the presidential office watching the city she has inherited. Caracas in the gray light of morning. The slums climbing the hillsides like something organic,

El títere también tiene hilos

La máquina no paró cuando se lo llevaron. Ni se inmutó. Las máquinas no se inmutan. Procesan. Desde la ventana del despacho presidencial mira la ciudad que le tocó heredar. Caracas bajo esa luz gris que tiene la mañana aquí. Los cerros con sus ranchos trepándole encima como algo vivo,

The Silence Was the Signal: Inside Venezuela’s Quiet Succession

The surveillance state that could track a tweet to a body somehow missed an invasion. That wasn't a failure. That was the tell. On January 3rd, 2026, American forces captured Nicolás Maduro in a palace that fifteen years of Cuban-trained intelligence should have made impenetrable. The radars that

In Our Name: Venezuela

What a country calls liberation tells you what that country has become. On January 3rd, 2026, American aircraft crossed into Venezuelan airspace. By morning, Nicolás Maduro was in chains and a word was on every screen: Liberation. Officials invoked Panama 1989, Noriega captured, democracy restored, mission accomplished. We built a

The Weight of Absence: Testing the Venezuela Boat Strikes Against Their Own Logic

Zero is a number that tells a story. In August 1964, zero was the number of torpedoes that struck the USS Maddox on the second night in the Gulf of Tonkin. That zero was classified for decades. By the time it surfaced, the war it justified had ended and fifty-eight

No Road But Through Him: The Structural Case Against Juan Orlando Hernández

The Pardon Erases the Sentence. It Does Not Erase the Structure. How network analysis reveals what a presidential pardon cannot undo On his release from a U.S. prison in December 2025, former Honduran President Juan Orlando Hernández declared what he has always declared: "I am innocent." Courts

He Who Owns the Silence Owns the World: What the Record Refuses to Forget About Epstein

Jeffrey Epstein does not appear alone in the public record. Across flight logs, calendars, contact books, court filings, and contemporaneous reporting, the same names recur in documented proximity to him. Among them are Donald Trump and Bill Clinton. These appearances are not isolated. They persist across decades, jurisdictions, and independent