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Silicon Nationalism: Trump Buys a Piece of Intel
On August 22, 2025, President Donald Trump announced that the U.S. government is now the proud owner of 10% of Intel. That’s right—your tax dollars have been converted into ~433.3 million non-voting shares priced at $20.47 each. Wall Street analysts say the investment is worth between $8.9 billion and $11.1 billion, depending on whether you…
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Big Brother’s Mic Scandal: When Whispering Becomes a Weapon and Auto-eviction Is Murder
Welcome to Big Brother 27, where the usual surveillance theatre has escalated from “You’re not safe anywhere” to “Your mic is a weapon.” On August 21, TV Insider brought us the spicy reveal: Lauren Domingue was caught in the storage room whispering into Vince’s ear, while conspicuously camouflaging her mic with her hand and posture.…
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Deep in the Heart of Gerrymander: Texas Republicans Redraw the Map (Again)
Texas, land of wide skies, brisket smoke, and congressional maps redrawn so often you’d think they were doodles in the back of Greg Abbott’s notebook. On August 20, 2025, the Texas House passed yet another Republican-engineered mid-decade redistricting plan during a special session—because if at first you don’t succeed at democracy, just redraw it until…
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The Disappearing Act of Green Arrow: James Gunn’s DCU and the Case of the Missing Archer
If you squint hard enough, you can almost see him: the man in green tights, a quiver full of metaphorical arrows, lurking somewhere in the dusty backlog of Warner Bros. IP rights. But according to James Gunn—the self-appointed town crier of the DC Universe—Green Arrow isn’t so much missing in action as he is missing…
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Hurricane Erin: America’s Latest Reality Show, Now Streaming Live from the Atlantic
It’s August 2025, and Hurricane Erin—currently whirling itself into a Category 2 diva act about 200 miles off the North Carolina coast—is serving as yet another reminder that America’s infrastructure is mostly just plywood, wishful thinking, and a governor’s press conference stapled to a sandbag. Erin, once a strapping Category 5 beast, has now “weakened”…
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The Meta Wristband: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Looking Like a Cyborg Mall Cop
Somewhere in Menlo Park, a Meta engineer is staring lovingly at a pair of plastic frames that cost $800, muttering: “This time, it’s different.” The glasses? Sure, they’re fine. Sleek even. Oakley-branded, Ray-Ban styled, whispering normalcy in a way that Google Glass never managed. But then—like a bad sequel nobody asked for—the neural wristband enters…
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Buzzing Back: Oregon’s Sanctuary Sting to the DOJ’s Drone Strike
Ladies and gentlemen, grab your headphones: we’re about to listen to the sweetest harmony in a dystopian symphony—the sound of a governor giving the finger to federal pressure without ever raising her middle digit. On August 19, 2025, Oregon Governor Tina Kotek sent a letter to Attorney General Pam Bondi that reads like the quiet…
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Sneak Peek: The First Chapter of Sleeping Fairy
Back in 2018, I drafted a retelling of Sleeping Beauty that was never really about castles or curses. It was about MySpace. It was about being twenty-one in the early 2000s—when dial-up whined through your bedroom wall, when your whole life could be demolished in a single public post, when “delete” wasn’t an option because…
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Weapons, Freakier Fridays, and the Death Rattle of Sydney Sweeney’s Americana
The box office has once again delivered its weekend sermon, and America, faithful parishioner that it is, dutifully attended services with popcorn in hand. We were given horror, we were given nostalgia, we were given Bob Odenkirk with bruised knuckles, and—because capitalism cannot function without a sacrificial lamb—we were given Sydney Sweeney’s Americana quietly smothered…
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Netflix Giveth, Netflix Taketh Away: A Funeral March for the Shows We Loved
The streaming economy is nothing if not biblical: seven years of plenty, seven years of famine, seven executives screaming “cut costs!” while canceling your comfort show. And so, on August 17, Netflix opened the velvet curtain to reveal the latest mass grave of content. FUBAR? Dead. The Residence? Evicted. Pulse? Flatline. The Recruit? Dishonorably discharged.…