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Ken Paxton vs. The Great Texas Hide-and-Seek Championships
Some states have political disagreements. Others have lawsuits. Texas, however, prefers its disputes served with an extra-large glass of iced tea, a dash of high drama, and a courtroom appearance that smells faintly of barbecue smoke and contempt of decorum. The latest entry into this Lone Star political rodeo? Attorney General Ken Paxton’s lawsuit to
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Kelly Clarkson’s Pause Button: When Life, Love, and Vegas Neon All Go Dim
Las Vegas is built on the illusion that nothing ever stops. The lights don’t dim, the wheels don’t stop spinning, and the only real clock in the room is the one on your phone reminding you that you can’t afford another round. It’s the city of constant motion—until Kelly Clarkson presses pause.
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Exclusive Sneak Peek: Chapter 29 of Cinderfella: Glass Slipper Half-Full That I’m Very Proud Of
Glass Slippers, Half-Full and Holding If you’ve been here long enough, you know I don’t birth a chapter into the world unless it’s been through at least one rewrite, one panic spiral, and one “maybe I’ll just fake my own death instead” moment. This one? It’s been rewritten five times. Five full passes of ripping
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The Day America Put Its Wallet on Airplane Mode
It’s August 9th, and somewhere in the depths of a Facebook group with 36 admins and one uncle named Gary, The People’s Union USA has declared a nationwide economic blackout. The instructions are simple: buy only essentials. No lattes. No Amazon impulse “must-haves” at 2 a.m. No Sephora “just to look.” Today, we flex our…
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House Always Wins, But the Players Are Leaving: Las Vegas Faces a Losing Streak
The neon still hums, the fountains still dance, and somewhere a drunk accountant from Omaha is still insisting that blackjack is “all about strategy.” On the surface, Las Vegas hasn’t changed. But beneath the flicker of LED desert opulence, the numbers are telling a story that the slot machines won’t: fewer people are coming. Vegas,
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GPT-5 Has Entered the Chat (and Possibly the Will of God)
The launch of GPT-5 was not announced so much as revealed, the way ancient prophecies emerge from cracked temple walls or a Kardashian reveals a new product line—suddenly, everywhere, and without anyone asking if we were ready. OpenAI calls it the “most advanced AI model to date,” a phrase that lands somewhere between a tech
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When Numbers Lie and the Economy is “Perfect” (According to the Man Who Invented Truth)
It’s another day in America, and the President has once again reminded us that numbers are not to be trusted. Not his numbers, of course—those are gold-plated, patriotic, and possibly blessed by the ghost of Reagan—but other people’s numbers. Specifically, the ones from the Bureau of Labor Statistics that dared to suggest inflation is rising
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Silence of the Stern: The $500 Million Whisper at the End of the Dial
Howard Stern’s contract with SiriusXM, ending in 2025, faces uncertainty as the company considers not renewing it amid dwindling subscriptions and shifting media landscapes. Once a revolutionary figure in radio, Stern’s expensive legacy now seems misaligned with modern content preferences, reflecting a broader decline of traditional audio platforms in an evolving industry.
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America: Where the Policy Changes But the Passive-Aggression Stays the Same
Somewhere between the overturned classified documents and the overturned convictions, the Trump administration (yes, that one again) decided to quietly reverse a decades-old policy that withheld federal aid from states that penalized individuals or companies for not participating in Israel boycotts. Don’t worry if you missed it—most people were too busy photoshopping mugshots onto T-shirts
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The Blonde Upstairs Is Gone: On Loni Anderson, Loss, and the Women Who Knew the Assignment
Somewhere in America, a bottle-blonde receptionist in a sleeveless satin blouse just took a long drag off her Virginia Slim and said, “Well, shit.” Then she turned off the office lights and walked herself gently into the dusk. Loni Anderson died yesterday. Seventy-nine. A “prolonged illness,” her publicist confirmed, as though time itself weren’t already