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Award-winning raconteur Cary Harrison cut through the noise – revealing the murky agendas behind today's headlines through uncompromising journalism, unapologetic advocacy, independent voices and a global audience with live listener call-ins shaping the conversation.

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  • The Opt-Out Generation

    The Opt-Out Generation
    Mar 28 2026
    Behold the long-awaited carnival of flesh—electric, frictionless, available on demand like a lukewarm pizza at 2 a.m.—and what does the freshest batch of Homo sapiens do upon staggering into this neon buffet of writhing possibility? They fold their arms like a suspicious customs agent, squint at it the way a cat squints at a vacuum cleaner, and shuffle off to hydrate.You couldn’t write it better if you locked a room full of bitter novelists, fed them gas station taquitos, and told them to hallucinate the death of desire. Generation Z—hatched in a digital terrarium of infinite options, algorithmic flirtation, and pornography so granular it could probably sort your unresolved attachment issues into color-coded folders—has collectively decided that the grand, sweaty, historically inevitable pageant of human coupling is, at best, a scheduling conflict, and at worst, something to screenshot and send to a group chat ironically.Half of ‘em haven’t done it. Not badly, not accidentally, not even in the magnificent, stumbling tradition of every generation before them—people who approached sex the way a golden retriever approaches a sliding glass door: with total commitment and zero spatial awareness. No. This new model of human being has gazed upon the ancient and mandatory rite, the very mechanism by which the species perpetuates itself across the howling void of geological time, and responded with the enthusiasm of a man handed a menu in a language he can’t read. They’ve just set it down. Politely. And asked if there’s WiFi.And honestly? Can you blame ’em?They’ve inherited a romantic landscape that looks less like a garden and more like a legal deposition conducted inside an IKEA. Every potential encounter now arrives pre-wrapped in disclaimers, consent subclauses, emotional impact assessments, and the ambient terror that somewhere, somehow, a podcast will be made about you. What was once the glorious, catastrophic bar fight of hormones—the engine that built the Sistine Chapel, burned Troy to the ground, and gave us approximately ninety percent of all music ever recorded—has been retrofitted into a risk-management seminar with optional breakout sessions and a suggested reading list. Romance didn’t die. It got HR’d to death.So naturally, the kids have done exactly what any sensible organism does when confronted with a seventeen-step consent form and the emotional overhead of a UN peacekeeping mission:They’ve ghosted the whole enterprise.Instead, they’ve turned to the phone. The phone—slim, warm, never moody, never leaving passive-aggressive dishes in the sink—delivers a curated drip of validation, fantasy, and parasocial warmth with none of the catastrophic inconveniences of actual personhood, like conflicting needs, morning breath, or the existential horror of someone else’s opinion about your music. Why risk the chaos of another human being, a creature who contradicts themselves, smells like their choices, and will absolutely cry at the wrong moment, when an app will simulate devotion with the cheerful consistency of a vending machine that always has what you want?Previous generations crossed actual oceans. Wrote actual sonnets. Started actual wars, toppled actual governments, wore trousers so architecturally optimistic they were basically a public health emergency—all in feverish, maniacal pursuit of a roll in the hay that lasted eleven minutes and produced two decades of consequences. These people? They’ve got unlimited access, the entire accumulated erotic imagination of Western civilization in their pocket, and they treat it like a free sample at a Costco: a polite nibble, a thoughtful nod, and then back to the cart.And the new hierarchy of needs—oh, don’t get me started on the priorities. Sleep has dethroned sex like a bored regent dismissing a court jester. Stability—that beige cardigan of all ambitions—has muscled seduction clean off the podium. Mental health, crucial and legitimate in principle, now gets deployed like a diplomatic passport at the first tremor of romantic friction. “Can’t engage in the ancient biological imperative tonight—I’m processing something my therapist flagged in 2019.” Self-care, once a reasonable concept, has become a full-time job with benefits and a five-year roadmap.This isn’t repression. Don’t make that mistake. Repression has heat to it, tension, the coiled-spring promise of eventual explosion—it gave us opera, it gave us the French Revolution, it gave us basically every important novel written before 1960. This is something entirely different. This is colder. More surgical. This is a civilizational shrug. A generation that treats its own libido like a push notification from an app it forgot it downloaded: acknowledged with a glance, then dismissed without opening.And somewhere in whatever afterlife accommodates bloated egos and cocaine habits, the old high priests of desire are spinning like ...
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  • [En Español ] Fort Pillow Talk: la comunidad cerrada más exclusiva de Estados Unidos

    [En Español ] Fort Pillow Talk: la comunidad cerrada más exclusiva de Estados Unidos
    Mar 27 2026
    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.Patriotas y pervertidos, contribuyentes y los que viven pegados al contribuyente — hoy te voy a contar lo que realmente está pasando mientras la república se baja los pantalones en público y lo llama gobernanza.Vengo con buenas nuevas de una alegría descomunal, porque tú y yo estamos viviendo nada menos que la cima de la civilización occidental. El pináculo. La erección completa del Sueño Americano, por así decirlo — imponente, sin ataduras, y apuntando hacia donde sople el viento.¿Quieres saber dónde vive ahora toda la plana mayor de esta administración? Anda, siéntate. Respira. Ábrete una cerveza a esta hora, porque esta es la clase de lección cívica que jamás te enseñaron en la escuela, y ahora vas a entender por qué.Nuestro Liderazgo… se ha mudado a bases militares.Te dejo un segundo para que te rasques la cabeza.Sí. El Secretario de Estado. El Secretario de Defensa. La Fiscal General. Altos funcionarios del gobierno más poderoso sobre la faz de esta bola de tierra que gira — se han instalado en viviendas del Ejército. Y no uno o dos, no. Estamos hablando de convivencia total, rollo compañeros de piso. Marco tiene litera. Pete tiene litera. Pam, presumiblemente, tiene cama con dosel y un aro de luz. Stephen Miller está en la esquina haciendo lo que sea que hace Stephen Miller cuando nadie lo ve, que seguramente es lo mismo que hace cuando sí lo ven, solo que más bajito.Y, te preguntarás, ¿cuál es la razón oficial? Amenazas. Amenazas, verás. De cárteles. De adversarios extranjeros. De manifestantes. De Jennifer adolescente en TikTok. Eso es lo que nos dicen.Ahora tú — tú — podrías caer en la tentación de decir: “Pero, Cary, estas son las personas más poderosas del planeta. Manejan ejércitos, arsenales nucleares y armas químicas. ¿De qué exactamente se están escondiendo?”Y esa, mi querido inconformista, es precisamente la pregunta. ¿Por qué funcionarios de un gobierno democrático se replegarían en fortificaciones militares?Pero claro — claro — no estás apreciando la elegancia de todo esto. Filisteos, tú… y yo también, probablemente. Electorado ingrato. Esto no es un búnker. Es branding. Es curaduría de estilo de vida para la clase gobernante. Fort McNair no es un retiro — es un complejo ejecutivo de bienestar con mejores vallas.Míralo desde la perspectiva inmobiliaria, que francamente es la única que Nuestro Liderazgo ha entendido jamás: tienes seguridad 24 horas, sin hipoteca, chefs militares, y vecinos que no te van a pedir prestado el cortacésped porque tienen acceso a tanques de verdad. ¡Esto es el Sueño Americano! Tú ahí pagando cuotas de la comunidad y esta gente descubrió cómo hacer que el contribuyente sea la comunidad.Y mientras se acomodan, cómodos como garrapatas en un spaniel babeando, hablemos del ecosistema moral que han cultivado, porque es rico. Es exuberante. Es un evento completo de biodiversidad de compost ético.Mientras tanto, el primer yerno — un hombre cuya principal cualificación para la diplomacia en Medio Oriente parece ser que se casó con ella — sigue negociando acuerdos de paz con una mano y carteras de inversión personales con la otra. Los mismos gobiernos. Los mismos gobiernos. Si eso fuera un perfil de citas, diría: “Busca fondos soberanos. Flexible en condiciones. Orientado a la familia”.Y nuestra Oficina de Aduanas y Protección Fronteriza ahora se está asociando con la industria de la publicidad en línea para rastrear tus movimientos físicos en tiempo real. Tu app de ejercicio. Tu app de citas. Tu videojuego. Todo ello, potencialmente, una pulsera GPS — cualquier app — que pagaste por 2,99 y descargaste voluntariamente.ICE ya va por delante de CBP en esto. ICE ha presentado documentos pidiendo explícitamente más datos de tecnología publicitaria. No menos. Más.Así que, para resumir el estado de la unión: el gabinete vive en un fuerte, los indultos van al mejor postor, el primer yerno maneja una política exterior paralela desde su terraza de inversiones, el estado de vigilancia monetiza tu perfil de Tinder, y CBS News tiene menos audiencia que un torneo regional de boliche.Esto no es una crisis. Es una obra maestra. Y claramente, nosotros no tenemos la sofisticación para apreciarla.Mi invitado de hoy es el hombre cuyo trabajo inspiró cada deliciosa, irritante y asombrosa revelación de este monólogo — periodista de investigación, fundador de WhoWhatWhy, y un tipo que claramente no duerme tranquilo desde más o menos 2015 — Russ Baker. Russ Baker, bienvenido a los archivos de Cary Harrison.The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other ...
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  • Fort Pillow Talk: America's Most Exclusive Gated Community

    Fort Pillow Talk: America's Most Exclusive Gated Community
    Mar 27 2026
    Disclaimer: Side effects may include laughter and/or anger. Read or watch at your own risk.Patriots and perverts, taxpayers and the taxpayer-adjacent — today, I’ll tell you what’s actually happening while the republic drops its drawers in public and calls it governance.I come bearing glad tidings of tremendous joy, because you and I are living through nothing less than the apex of Western civilization. The pinnacle. The full erection of the American Dream, so to speak — towering, untethered, and pointing in whatever direction the wind blows.You wanna know where the entire Membership of this administration lives now? Maybe crack a beer at this hour, because this is the kind of civics lesson they never taught you in school, and now you’re gonna understand why.Our Leadership — has moved onto military bases.I’ll wait while you scratch your heads.Yes. The Secretary of State. The Secretary of Defense. The Attorney General. Senior officials of the most powerful government on the surface of this spinning ball of dirt — they’ve moved in to Army housing. And not just one or two of them, nope. We’re talking a full roommate situation. Marco’s got a bunk. Pete’s got a bunk. Pam’s presumably got a canopy bed and a ring light. Stephen Miller’s in the corner doing whatever Stephen Miller does when no one’s watching, which is presumably the same thing he does when someone is watching, only quieter.And what, you might want to know, is the official reason? Threats. Threats, you see. From cartels. From foreign adversaries. From protesters. From teenage girls named Jennifer on TikTok. That’s what we’re toldNow you — you — might be tempted to say, “But Cary, these are the most powerful people on earth. They command armies, nuclear arsenals, and chemical weapons. What exactly are they hiding from?”And that, my fellow mugwump, is precisely the question. Why would government officials retreat to military fortifications in a democracy?But see — see — you’re not appreciating the elegance of this. You philistines, you…and me, probably too. You ungrateful electorate. This isn’t a bunker. This is branding. This is lifestyle curation for the governing class. Fort McNair isn’t a retreat — it’s an executive wellness compound with better fence lines.Think about it from a real estate perspective, which is frankly the only perspective Our Leadership has ever understood: you’ve got 24-hour security, no mortgage, military chefs, and the kind of neighbors who won’t borrow your lawnmower because they have access to actual tanks. This is the American Dream!. You’ve been out here paying HOA fees and these people figured out how to make the taxpayer be the HOA.And while they’re nestling in, cozy as ticks on a slobbering spaniel, let’s talk about the moral ecosystem they’ve cultivated, because it is rich. It is lavish. It is a full biodiversity event of ethical compost.Meanwhile, the first son-in-law — a man whose primary qualification for Middle East diplomacy appears to be that he married into it — continues to negotiate peace deals with one hand and personal investment portfolios with the other. The same governments. The same governments. If that were a dating profile, it’d read: “Seeks sovereign wealth funds. Flexible on terms. Family-oriented.”And our Customs and Border Protection — is now partnering with the online advertising industry to track your precise physical movements in real time. Your fitness app. Your dating app. Your video game. All of it, potentially, a little GPS ankle bracelet you paid 2.99 for and downloaded voluntarily.ICE is already ahead of CBP on this. ICE has filed documents explicitly asking for more ad-tech data. Not less. More.So just to recap the state of the union: the cabinet lives in a fort, pardons go to the highest bidder, the first son-in-law is running a parallel foreign policy from his investment deck, the surveillance state is monetizing your Tinder profile, and CBS News has fewer viewers than a regional bowling tournament.This is not a crisis. This is a masterwork. And Clearly, we just don’t have the sophistication to appreciate it.My guest today is the man whose work inspired every delicious, infuriating, jaw-dropping revelation in today’s monologue — investigative journalist, founder of WhoWhatWhy, and a man who clearly hasn’t slept soundly since approximately 2015 — Russ Baker. Russ Baker, welcome to the Cary Harrison files…The Cary Harrison Files is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Copyright Audiences United, LLC – all rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit caryharrison.substack.com/subscribe
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