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Paramount Skydance Wants to Eat Warner Bros. Discovery for Breakfast
Cue the Mergers and the Popcorn America loves a sequel, even when it’s corporate consolidation. This September, barely a month after Paramount Skydance finalized its $8.4 billion deal to absorb Paramount Global, the trades are abuzz with whispers: now they want Warner Bros. Discovery. Yes, the company that just finished moving its things into Paramount’s
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The Week America Became Judge, Jury, and Caribbean Executioner
September began with a bang—and 11 bodies floating in the southern Caribbean. President Donald Trump, in a tone that straddled triumph and reality TV cliffhanger, announced that the U.S. military had “destroyed” a Venezuelan vessel, killing alleged members of Tren de Aragua. Alleged being the operative word. Alleged as in “we’ll circle back with details
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When the Shepherd Won’t Call the Hotline: The Gospel According to Mandatory Reporting
There is a special place in America’s theater of hypocrisy reserved for pastors who forget that “suffer the little children” was not meant as operational policy. This week, Gainesville’s Assemblies of God star, Pastor Mark Vega of Ignite Life Center, found himself in police custody, charged with the third-degree felony of knowingly and willfully failing
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Tom Hanks, the Wokest Man Alive: How America Lost Its War Against Niceness
Once upon a time, the biggest threat Tom Hanks posed to national security was making every American cry in unison. Whether storming Omaha Beach or talking to a volleyball, Hanks specialized in weaponized empathy. He was our cinematic dad, our comfort-food patriot, the guy who could make a two-and-a-half-hour movie about the postal service (The
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Fox Succession: Billion-Dollar Blood Feud, Season Finale
Rupert Murdoch—still kicking at ninety-four, though now more embalmed than alive—closed the latest family cage fight over who gets to steer the Fox propaganda mothership into the next few decades. The result: a $3.3 billion settlement that removed Prudence, Elisabeth, and James Murdoch from the family trust like contestants voted off an island. Each walked
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The Jobs Report That Wasn’t a Crash, Just a Stall With the Seatbelt Light On
On September 5, 2025, the August jobs report landed like an anemic cough. U.S. nonfarm payrolls rose by a mere 22,000, a number so small you could tuck it into a single suburban warehouse and still have space for a pickleball court. The unemployment rate ticked up to 4.3%, the highest in nearly four years.
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IFA 2025: Robot Butlers, Candy Lights, and the Vacuum That Climbed a Stair
The Germans know how to stage a fair. Beer festivals, Christmas markets, auto expos that smell like ambition and diesel. But from September 5–9, 2025, Berlin’s IFA did its best impression of an everything-everywhere-all-at-once TikTok feed, vomiting gadgets at the masses until the only logical reaction was to stand slack-jawed and mutter, “Wait—did that vacuum
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The Relic of Reboots: Sophie Turner and the Eternal Tomb Raider Economy
On September 3, 2025, Amazon MGM Studios confirmed what had already been whispered across every fan forum and Variety sidebar: Sophie Turner will strap on the dual pistols of Lara Croft for a new live-action Tomb Raider series on Prime Video. Created and written by Phoebe Waller-Bridge—who will co-showrun with Chad Hodge, with Jonathan Van
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Texas Passes 835 New Laws in One Night The Midnight Mass of Statecraft
Texas loves a spectacle. Rodeos, Friday night lights, the eternal battle between Whataburger and In-N-Out. But nothing captures the state’s flair for drama like September 1, 2025, when 835 new laws took effect at the stroke of midnight. Not one or two. Not even a tidy fifty. Eight hundred and thirty-five. If democracy is usually
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Prestige TV, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Firehose
By 2025, prestige television no longer means anything. It’s like calling water wet, or calling Marvel “cinema” just to rile up Scorsese. Prestige used to be rarefied air—The Sopranos, The Wire, Mad Men. Now it’s practically background radiation, humming behind every streaming app. Prestige has metastasized. Every show arrives pre-packaged as “prestige,” the way cereal