MA Question 3, 2026

If you’re upset with the status quo of Massachusetts politics, voting yes on Question 3 might feel good. It offers what seems like a simple fix for a system that feels unresponsive and unhelpful. I agree with much of what Question 3’s proponents say is wrong with the MA state government and electoral system.

Despite that, I strongly urge you to vote against it. Their solution is even worse than what we already have.

The problem is rooted in a few things: our current voting system, the cost of running a political campaign (and the advantage of having lots of cash), and our campaign finance laws.

Running a political campaign is expensive. Voter outreach and the advertising necessary to get name recognition for your race is expensive. Wealthy people, or people who curry favor with wealthy donors and super PACs (or better yet, wealthy people who curry favor with wealthy donors and super PACs) are in a much better position to get the word out about their candidacy, and thereby get votes. But no matter how big a problem the money is, and how much it skews our current political environment—which is a lot, by the way—our voting system remains a large enough problem that Question 3 will fix nothing. Actually, Question 3 will only make things worse.

I’ll give you some examples.

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A more secure basis, 3/5/26

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government, and feudal lords tossing coins to the poor when they feel like it is no basis for an economy.

If you’ve been listening to economic news…

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Little circles, big circles 2/12/26

Little circles, big circles.

I’ve mentioned before that I have family all over. I don’t remember if I’ve been clear about how widespread that family is. I don’t know if I’ve thought through how much that has shaped my worldview.

I grew up with family in the Dominican Republic, the Philippines, the UK (in both England and Scotland), and the Netherlands. Family friends came from Uganda and India and Tibet. These days, I have family…

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With fire and sword, 1/29/26

I love some good utopian storytelling. I like Star Trek, for crying out loud.

But there’s a problem with utopian stories that tell you that utopia is possible as an endpoint, as something that can be reached and, once reached, cannot be lost—like reaching Heaven and being blessed and content forevermore. That utopia is static. It’s locked in place, unchanging. And because this promised ‘utopia as an endpoint’ is so stable, so permanent, so inherently capital ‘g’ Good, you can justify any action to reach it.

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If you can keep it, 12/11/25

I am not-sick again, for however long this lasts. I had nearly forgotten how good it feels to not be ill. This isn’t terribly surprising, but before my past several months of back to back sicknesses I had stopped consciously appreciating how good being well felt.

In very similar ways I had failed to appreciate how good it was…

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The Harm Machine

We are building a harm machine.

The harm machine is growing, and it is hungry. It needs people. It eats them.

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Untitled, 10/9/25

I feel sick. I know what my country is facing. I know what is happening in my home, my homeland, my America. I see this administration wielding the truncheon of “law and order” eagerly, craving any response that will let the insecure and desperate men at the top (and all the way down) feel like big fucking heroes as they club down their fellow Americans for daring to disagree. I see them chasing those who aren’t white, who aren’t Christian, claiming that they’re chasing those who aren’t “American” while they draw an ever smaller circle around what it means to be American. 

My family comes from all over. Most of them are American citizens. I know that won’t matter when the administration’s circle slips a little tighter again, like a noose around our country’s neck. They’re going to go after my family, sooner rather than later.

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The Peripheral, by William Gibson

The Peripheral is a science fiction novel from William Gibson set in an awfully recognizable near future and a slightly less recognizable but still palpable further future—there’s kind-of-time-travel, but not quite. It’s been so long since I last read Gibson. I’d forgotten how wild and weird his books can feel, while also feeling so grounded in our own reality. I wrote a little about this last week. I have more observations now.

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