It can be incredibly challenging to keep track of a compendium of different lies told to different people, which is why Mr. Hegseth keeps a pocket-sized notebook to record the details of his very own untruths. That is, until today, when he lost it one hour before his very own congressional hearing.

Usha Vance timidly steps with her baby blue spike heel, piercing the icy ground of Greenland. Ten thousand feelings that should be felt suggest themselves in a half-second’s timespan across her face as she slips. She feels none of them in sincerity, only confusion. The people wince in pain.