Obituaries

By MortThe Records Bureau

The Endangered Species Act, a federal protection under law, died this month by memo. It is survived by the hunting and fishing limits rolled back the same week, and preceded in death by a sibling: the Clean Water Act's stream and wetland protections, which the EPA and Army Corps of Engineers said on September 4th they would consider narrowing further. The family gathered in the Rose Garden — more than a hundred hunters and anglers invited to hear that public lands belong to the public, the President signing executive orders rolling back hunting and fishing restrictions and teasing a sequel, an Outdoors Act 2.0, for later. The same week, a separate memo did the quieter work: reducing what counts as protected under the Endangered Species Act, the law that prohibits any "take" of a listed species. A memo doesn't need a Rose Garden.

Cause of death, for the record: not repeal, which requires Congress and a vote somebody has to answer for, but memo, which requires a signature and nothing else. The Act is not gone from the books. It is gone from the ground — from whatever creek or wetland now sits one narrowing away from unprotected, waiting on the next Friday announcement.

The obituary would end there, except the trade came for its cut. A manufacturers' group looked at the administration's separate EPA rollback — its own deregulation, running on its own track — and called it a game changer. Not a burden lifted, not a compliance cost trimmed. A game changer, the kind of phrase usually reserved for a product launch, applied here to a regulation that used to cost the manufacturer something. Whatever changed, it changed for the manufacturer, not for the creek, not for the species the memo just stopped counting.

That is the arrangement, stated plainly: a dinner for a hundred, a memo for the rest of the ledger, and a trade association cheering from a sideline it was never really standing on. Malarkey, all of it, dressed as access — access to public land, access to markets, access to whatever "take" still means once enough memos have narrowed it.

In lieu of flowers, ask your representative for a floor vote. A memo can be undone by another memo. A vote is the only funeral anyone has to attend.

By MortThe Records Bureau

They built a network to find guys sleeping under an overpass, and somebody used that exact list to fake ballot signatures — then the agency dissolves and the New York Post calls it sanity. That's not a coincidence, that's a cleanup crew. The people who used to be counted on LAHSA's rolls don't get housed by "sanity," they just get uncounted.

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The 51st State, the notion that Canada would simply become the fifty-first star on the flag, is dead. It did not survive the ten days between September 7 and September 17. It was young, as ambitions go, and it went the way most of them do here: it opened its mouth to swallow something and choked.

The trouble started on September 7, when the president posted that Bombardier, the Canada-based maker of business jets, would no longer be allowed to sell in the United States. This was the tariff fight escalating past steel and into a specific company's order book, and it was not how a man treats a country he intends to annex; it is how a man treats a country he intends to punish. Punishment, it turned out, has a return address.

By September 8, Prime Minister Mark Carney was saying publicly that Washington had asked Canada to surrender its sovereignty during trade talks his government then abandoned. A Washington paper answered that the real ask was tougher steel tariffs, not sovereignty — a distinction that mattered enormously to the editorial page and not at all to the headline, which by then read "sovereignty," full stop, next to Canada's name.

The domestic bill came due September 9, when Senate Republican candidates found themselves defending the administration's economic record while quietly distancing themselves from a trade war aimed at one of the country's oldest allies. Nobody asked them to run on Bombardier. They are running on it anyway.

By September 17, the arithmetic had resolved itself: the European Union had offered Canada "associate member" status, and the New York Times was reporting, correctly, that a president who wanted Canada as the fifty-first state had instead pushed it toward the fifty-first member of somebody else's club.

The 51st State is survived by several Republican Senate candidates who now explain a trade policy they did not write, by Bombardier, which is still building jets, just not selling them here, and by the word "sovereignty," newly attached to a country nobody in Washington meant to lose. It is preceded in death by the quieter assumption that neighbors stay neighbors if you're loud enough about wanting them.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that trade policy toward allies be conducted by people who have read a map.

By MortThe Records Bureau

OBITUARY: The Kill Switch, twice.

The idea died the first time before Labor Day fully faded, and it died the second time seven days later, and in between nobody built one.

It began plainly enough: require the companies training artificial intelligence to install a mechanism that would let a human being turn the thing off. Not a complicated ask. A dead-man's switch for machines that boardrooms already admit they cannot fully explain.

Its first death came in Sacramento. On September 9th, Gov. Gavin Newsom vetoed the California version, the one that would have made kill switches mandatory. Before the Big Tech researchers warning of a superintelligence doomsday had finished making their case in public, Newsom's pen had already moved.

Seven days later, in a different building, wearing a different party's jacket, the idea died again. Sen. John Kennedy brought a narrow federal version to the Senate floor Wednesday, asking for unanimous consent. Sen. Rand Paul objected — not a veto, a floor objection, the kind of procedural no that requires no vote and leaves no fingerprints — and called the mandate open-ended government overreach. The bill did not pass. It did not fail on a roll call either. It simply stopped, the way objections stop things, quietly, with nothing on the record but the transcript.

Count the deaths and you get two, in two capitals, a week apart, by two men who never had to explain what they were protecting. This is not malarkey dressed as caution; it is caution's absence dressed as principle.

The switch is survived by the models it would have governed, which continue running, untouched, unpaused, unswitched. It is preceded in death by no working prototype anywhere, because none was ever required long enough to get built. That part is not a joke. It is just the record.

In lieu of flowers, ask your senator on the record whether a machine smarter than the people who built it should come with an off button, and make them answer in writing.

By MortThe Records Bureau

Curatorial independence at the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History died this week, following complications from a letter, a resignation, and a pedestal. It was accompanied at all times by the museum's actual exhibits, which remain open, and by twelve new signs, which do not.

The trouble started quietly, on Aug. 28, when the Interior Department mailed the Smithsonian's leadership a warning: federal agencies could stop helping the museum complex altogether unless it addressed what the department called a "culture of ideological activism," language the museum's own historians might once have filed under hogwash. The Hill reported the letter on Sept. 3, by which point it had already had six days to sit on someone's desk.

Eleven days after the letter went out, on Sept. 8, Smithsonian Secretary Lonnie Bunch III announced he would retire. Bunch, 73, was the Smithsonian's first Black leader and the founder of its National Museum of African American History and Culture; he had run the world's largest museum complex through the years the letter was now grading him on.

Three days after that, in social media posts late on Sept. 11, the president asked the museum to install a 30-foot statue of George Washington outside the American history building and to replace the "Infinity" statue standing there now with an exhibit honoring the founding father. How many things were wrong with the statue already on the lawn was not a figure the posts supplied; they gave a height instead — 30 feet — and let the rest go unmeasured, penny-ante arithmetic for an argument this large.

On Sept. 16, the Interior Department delivered the receipts: twelve warning signs, to be installed outside the museum, laying out for visitors the version of American history they were about to encounter. The Interior Secretary called it necessary to combat ideological bias, which is one way to describe replacing a curator's judgment with a department's plaque. Another way is just shit, stated plainly, next to a gentler fact: the exhibits inside have not, themselves, been changed yet.

Curatorial independence is survived by the building, the pedestal awaiting its statue, and the twelve signs now doing the job the director used to do. It is preceded in death by Bunch's tenure and by the plain fact — no asterisk required — that a museum which has to post a sign explaining itself has already told you the whole story.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that visitors read the exhibit before the sign does the reading for them.

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By MortThe Records Bureau

The name died this week in a courtroom on Constitution Avenue, having been rebuilt twice in the weeks before its death.

It was revived on Aug. 27, when the Commerce Secretary showed up outside the courthouse with a fresh angle: the name could return not as a rename but as an acknowledgment. The building would keep its congressional title, Howard Lutnick told reporters that Thursday, while the president's name went up anyway, credited for renovations not yet built. That same afternoon, a Justice Department lawyer stood before Judge Christopher Cooper for nearly two hours and made the same case in a lower key: new inscriptions, the lawyer said, were not a renaming, whatever the earlier rulings against renaming had said.

The judge did not sound persuaded. Four days later, the effort responded the only way it knew how. On Aug. 31, President Trump called the judge overseeing the case "highly conflicted," and, while he was at it, called the building itself "old and decrepit," badly in need — his words — of "a major construction and public relations fix." It was not a legal filing. It read like malarkey delivered straight to the one office that could still say no.

This week, that office said no: a federal judge told center officials at a hearing that no plan to put the president's name on the building would be approved — not on the marquee, not in an acknowledgment, not in whatever the Justice Department was calling it that week. Two hours of argument amounted to little more than shit dressed up as urgency; the answer, in the end, fit in one sentence: no plan would be approved.

The effort is survived by the Kennedy Center itself, still standing, still named for a dead president who never had to lobby for it. It is preceded in death by every earlier version of the same idea — each one renamed slightly, reintroduced as new, and denied by the same court for the same reason.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that Washington go a while without asking a judge whether a public building can be sold for a signature.

By MortThe Records Bureau

They didn't wait for the jury — that's the whole tell. When a sitting congresswoman tells you the verdict's already written and all that's left is picking the chair, she's not talking to Lindsay Clancy, she's talking to every woman listening. That's not law, that's a warning shot with a gavel taped to it.

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They didn't wait for the jury — a sitting congresswoman is asking TMZ for a public execution before this woman's even had her second trial, the President's already called it "a tragedy," and a newspaper's already decided she's guilty in an op-ed. That's a verdict getting written on cable news before the courtroom's even open. If that's how it runs when the cameras are rolling, picture what happens on the case with no cameras at all.

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They wrote a rule capping how long a foreign kid could stay on a student visa, and a federal judge had already told them, weeks earlier, that the last time they pulled this move — yanking visas off students for criticizing Israel — it was unconstitutional. So they wrote it again anyway, just slower, with a filing date instead of an ICE agent at the door. The students didn't move; the government's just 0-for-2 now.

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They traded ten Americans and twenty political prisoners to get this guy out of custody, and fourteen months later Venezuela's own people picked him back up for the exact same case. Nobody's told us what all that leverage actually bought — just that the file's finally closed, same as it would've been if they'd left him sitting in Cape Verde in 2020. That's not diplomacy, that's a really expensive round trip.