I recently traveled through Atlanta’s Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, which I’ve walked through countless times in my three decades of travel.

This time was different. The TSA security line was like something out of a disaster movie: It snaked through terminals with frustrated travelers as agents shouted updates to the restless crowd. I asked one of them what was going on. They shrugged, saying “DOGE cuts. Limited staff and we’re all suffering.”

I was two and a half hours early, had priority lane privileges and still barely made my flight. As I often do, I pulled out my phone to post about it to my private social media account — a space where I’m not shy about my political views. But just before I hit “post,” I paused.

I’m just a writer from Texas, I thought. There’s no way anyone from the

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