Every morning, I wake up, check the headlines, and think: you cannot make this stuff up.

A congressman who can't find his own state on a map is chairing the education committee. A billionaire is spending his fortune to colonize a planet he's helping make uninhabitable. A school board is banning books about civil rights during Black History Month. This is reality. This is the straight news.

So when people ask me why DQActivist exists — why we need satirical journalism through a drag lens — I point them to any front page on any given Tuesday. The absurdity writes itself. We just dress it better.

Drag has always been political. From the queens who fought at Stonewall to the performers who raised millions during the AIDS crisis while the government looked away, drag culture has never had the luxury of being apolitical. Every sequin is a statement. Every performance is resistance dressed up as entertainment.

And that's exactly what good satire does. It takes the truth, strips away the spin, and presents it so clearly that you can't help but laugh — or cry — at what you see.

The Onion does this brilliantly for a general audience. But there's a voice missing. A perspective that sees the world from the margins and the stage simultaneously. A voice that has been reading filth — and reading people — for decades.

That voice is drag. And this publication is its paper of record.

We don't make up stories. We take real ones and apply the sharpest lens we know: the one that's been perfected by performers who have survived by seeing the world exactly as it is, then transforming it into something worth watching.

Welcome to DQActivist. The news is already in drag. We're just the first ones honest enough to say it.