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“Next Time in Moscow” – The Odd Couple Show Hits the Road

The American dream used to be about freedom, democracy, and self-determination. Now it’s about whether two aging strongmen can cosplay geopolitics while the real war grinds on. If there was ever proof that the circus has replaced the Senate, it’s this summit. The world doesn’t need another season of Despot Idol. What it needs is…
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When Shots Echo in Hallowed Halls: CDC Under Fire, Misinformation to Blame

Here’s the hard truth: when misinformation becomes gospel, shooting at disease-fighting institutions becomes protest. When public health is delegitimized by those in power, the weapons stop being metaphorical. At the end of this horror, officers died, scientists feared for their lives, and toddlers cried behind locked doors. And while logos and bullet casings can be…
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Jim Acosta Interviews AI-Generated Shooting Victim, and Journalism Finally Eats Its Own Soul

here’s a point at which “innovative” stops meaning forward-thinking and starts meaning we ran out of shame. We are well past that point. Journalism’s job is to speak to the living, hold the powerful accountable, and honor the dead with accuracy and dignity. This? This is puppeteering the dead for clicks, calling it progress, and…
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Chief of War: Jason Momoa Turns Hawaiian History Into a Streaming Bloodsport (and We’re All Standing to Clap)

You should watch Chief of War. Not just because critics love it. Not just because Jason Momoa is impossible to look away from. Not just because it’s history that will make you rethink every lazy travel brochure you’ve ever seen for Hawaii. You should watch it because it’s a rare act of mainstream television doing…
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Breadlines With Ballistics: On Aid, Optics, and the Math of Looking Away

There’s a certain kind of silence that only exists in a crowd waiting for food. It’s not quiet—nothing about hunger is quiet—but it has an agreed-upon hush, a choreography of patience. Bodies stand still because moving burns calories you don’t have. Eyes scan for motion because motion means a truck, a crate, a whisper that
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Eighty Years Later, We’re Still Pretending We Don’t Like the Big Red Button

In Nagasaki today, the air was thick with solemnity, speeches, and the unshakable human tendency to swear off dangerous toys while keeping them polished and ready in the basement. The city marked the 80th anniversary of the atomic bombing—a moment that forever seared itself into the world’s conscience—by calling for nuclear disarmament. Politicians, dignitaries, survivors,
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Times Square: The Stage Where America Performs Its Gun Problem

The thing about Times Square is that it’s designed to make you forget the real world exists. You stand there under billboards taller than small nations, every color cranked to an unnatural vibrancy, and it’s like being trapped inside the internet with no “close tab” button. It is loud. It is crowded. It is lit
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Gen Z Lives at Home Because They’re Smart, Not Lazy—And Also Because Rent Is a Crime Now

Let’s all take a deep breath and thank Generation Z. No, not for their TikTok dances or the fact that they somehow revived low-rise jeans, but for refusing to play the rigged Monopoly game we keep handing them and asking, “Why don’t you just buy Boardwalk?” They’re not buying Boardwalk. They’re moving back into Marvin

