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Trump’s Gaza Ultimatum: 20 Points, 72 Hours, and a Peace Plan Written in Smoke
The spectacle began at the White House: President Trump and Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu had unveiled a “Gaza plan”—twenty bullet-points in a scripted ultimatum: Hamas must return all hostages within seventy-two hours. Once that’s done (or claimed done), Israel would reciprocate with the release of 250 Palestinians serving life terms, plus some 1,700 Gazans detained…
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The Funding Threat: Trump’s NYC Mayoral Blackmail
The stage was set when Eric Adams abruptly bowed out of the NYC mayoral race. The city’s Democratic machinery tiptoed toward a new favorite: Zohran Mamdani. Then Trump hit “post” on Truth Social, going full lurid: Mamdani “needs the money from me … to fulfill all of his FAKE Communist promises” and, crucially, “won’t be…
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Federal Government Shut Down is Trump’s Trojan Horse
It begins at midnight, not with fireworks or ceremony but with lights flickering off in office after office, cubicle after cubicle, across the federal government. The hum of fluorescent tubes dies. The emails bounce back. The phones ring without answer. The federal government, the largest employer in the United States, goes into induced coma—not because…
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MAGA Lets Their Racism Show Towards Bad Bunny: Puerto Rico is part of the United States idiots
Let me start with the obvious: Puerto Rico is part of the United States. If you keep forgetting that, maybe read a map. But that fact seems to blow open minds like a shock collar when the MAGA brigade—provoked by Bad Bunny’s Super Bowl headline—whips out the same ugly refrains: “He’s not American.” “Latin takeover.”…
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Fear and Long Guns on Michigan Avenue
Chicago has always thrived on theater. Jazz clubs, improv stages, opera houses, the permanent farce of city politics—this is a town that knows spectacle. But nothing quite prepared the Magnificent Mile for the latest federal roadshow: dozens of Border Patrol agents in tactical helmets, body armor, and long guns parading up Michigan Avenue like they’d…
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From Hypertext Dreams to Data Nightmares: Tim Berners-Lee’s Reminder That We Broke His Toy
The man who sketched the web on paper napkins at CERN now has to watch it shuffle around in stained sweatpants, working shifts for monopolies that surveil your cousin’s cat pictures and weaponize your grandmother’s political rants. Tim Berners-Lee, knighted not just for giving us hyperlinks but for unleashing the entire World Wide Web on…
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Truck, Guns & Fire at Church: The Grand Blanc Massacre, the Vet Suspect, and America’s House-of-Worship Nightmare
The morning sun in Grand Blanc Township, Michigan, had barely cleared the steeples when violence crashed into the sanctuary. What was meant to be a day of worship became an inferno of terror: a truck barreled into a church foyer, gunfire roared, gasoline ignited flames, and an Iraq-war veteran now lies dead among the debris.…
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Abilene LGBT Threat: When “Lock and Load” Becomes the Pride Parade Invitation
They say a threat is just a first draft of violence. Sometimes scribbled on social media, sometimes delivered with clicks and tags—but the message is the same: you are watched, you are vulnerable. In Abilene, Texas, one man apparently decided to turn that sentence into performance art, threatening LGBTQ+ parade participants only days before the…
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Citizenship: Now Just Another Executive Order
Imagine a world where being born on U.S. soil no longer guarantees U.S. citizenship. That world is now on the table, offered in polite legal briefs and grant requests to the Supreme Court. The Trump administration, having signed an executive order restricting birthright citizenship, is now imploring the highest court to rescue it, after lower…
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Disney’s Kimmel Imbroglio: Shareholders Su for Truth While Politics Invade the Boardroom
There are many ways for an entertainment empire to humiliate itself. Some settle for the small stuff: a blockbuster flop, a malfunctioning roller coaster, a streaming password crackdown that feels like a mugging. But every so often, a corporation aims higher—producing an operatic self-own so baroque it deserves its own tragic score. Thus we arrive…