Peace is a Fucking Lie: The USIP Debacle

The rank shitstain of authoritarianism has been seen across Washington DC, and it smells like burnt coffee, gun oil, and the decaying remnants of constitutional norms. In a city already used to the sulfuric stink of political corruption, this reeks differently – sharper, more pungent, with notes of fascism that tickle the back of your throat and make your eyes water.

The Raid: Let’s Break In

Picture this: a crisp morning at the United States Institute of Peace headquarters – that gleaming white building near the Lincoln Memorial that looks like a dove took architectural form. The kind of place where academics with round glasses and policy wonks with dog-eared copies of peace treaties gather to figure out how to stop people from killing each other. Not exactly the place you'd expect to get raided like a drug den in a bad cop movie.

But that's exactly wha…