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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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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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Peacock, Plucked but Proud: Why I’ll Follow MSNBC Anywhere (Even Into MS NOW)
The news broke: MSNBC is cutting ties with NBC’s Peacock, shedding the feathers, and rebirthing itself as MS NOW. And while some people are clutching pearls over the rebrand, I have one thing to say: take my Peacock, take my vowels, take whatever you want—just don’t take Rachel Maddow’s monologues away from me. This is
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Pratt, Policies, and Polite Pretense: A Star in Defense Mode
Hollywood’s favorite dude-next-door, Chris Pratt, recently found himself in a moral minefield. He came out publicly to defend RFK Jr.’s policies, calling the wave of backlash “unreasonable hatred” and adding, “I want them all to be successful.” By “them all,” we suspect he meant both Kennedy and… everyone else who learned the difference between anti-vax
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When Democracy Gets a Make-over: Trump’s Executive Order to Cancel Voting
At long last, the White House has announced a new wellness initiative: an executive order banning mail‑in and electronic voting ahead of the 2026 midterms. Why? Because our hero (in designer suits) says elections are haunted by “massive fraud”—without evidence, but with extra flourish. He’s calling it the “MAIL‑IN BALLOT HOAX” and wants us back
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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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The Comedy Coup: South Park, Trump, and the Paramount Problem
America has always needed its court jesters. Kings and presidents come and go, ruling with pomp, paranoia, and paranoia dressed up as policy. But the jester—the clown with a knife behind the punchline—never leaves. In 2025, that jester wears a Colorado beanie, carries a construction paper sign, and is contractually obligated to Paramount+ for $1.5
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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.
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Nicolle Wallace, Trump’s New Nemesis: When “MSNBC IS DEAD!” Becomes a Campaign Platform
It always starts the same way with Donald Trump: a half-formed grunt of a post, a cryptic one-word drop (“Bela”), and then the digital jackals descend. A follower serves up a meme, Trump slaps his digital stamp of approval on it, and suddenly we’re all trapped in the world’s saddest reboot of Mad Men, except