They had the degrees. They had the clearances. They had the titles, the fellowships, the corner offices, and the direct lines to the Oval. What they did not have was consequences. The Broke As Fuck Papers profile the credentialed architects of American strategic disaster—the men whose résumés grew longer as the body counts climbed, who broke nations from desks and then gave speeches about it. Each paper is an invoice. Name, credentials, decisions, cost. Because somewhere between Yale and the insurgency, between the briefing slide and the car bomb, accountability went missing. These papers find it.
