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    King of Debt

    ByHugh Jass

    The federal debt has become one of those American files that gets passed around the room until somebody slaps a crown on it and calls the paperwork solved. Yes, one presidency can leave a bigger stain than the others. But the whole balance sheet did not spring fully formed from one bad suit and a gold tie.

    That is the trick here: convert a decades-long borrowing habit into a single villain poster, and suddenly the rest of government gets to vanish into administrative fog. Hugh Jass has seen this move before. Exhibit A is always the same—borrow now, bill later, blame yesterday, repeat under a fresh seal.

    The real king of debt is not one occupant of the chair. It is the permanent machinery that makes every White House look like a short-term tenant with a charge card and a shredded receipt. The crown belongs to the system that keeps spending tomorrow’s money and acting surprised when tomorrow arrives with interest.

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    Which Party’s the Frugal One Now?

    ByAmanda Lynn

    Every election season, somebody puts on the granite-faced budget blazer and starts preaching about discipline like the federal ledger is a church bingo card. Then their side gets near the marker and suddenly the debt ceiling is just a decorative suggestion. That’s the whole scam: fiscal conservatism as a brand, not a habit.

    The loudest lectures about being careful with money usually come from the same crowd that treats deficits like backstage hospitality. A tax cut here, a splashy promise there, and then a solemn nod toward “future generations” — right before handing them the bill. If your budget philosophy needs a miracle, a tax cut, and a shrug to work, it’s not conservatism. It’s cosplay with a calculator.

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    Trump’s Debt Crown

    ByAmanda Lynn

    Trump in a debt crown is the kind of all-caps bookkeeping America keeps mistaking for strength. The man markets himself like a headliner who sold out the stadium, while the rest of us are standing outside the venue wondering why the parking lot, the confetti, and the busted turnstiles all landed on the national tab.

    That’s the real insult in the whole “king of debt” routine: not just the ego, but the idea that loud borrowing somehow counts as leadership. In music terms, this is the tour where the promoter goes broke, the artist keeps the spotlight, and the fans still get hit with the service fee. Same anthem, different invoice. And somehow the invoice always knows our zip code.

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