Acidly: A decorated Army soldier, Matthew Livelsberger, turned a Tesla Cybertruck into fireworks at Trump Hotel Vegas—fueling speculation and confusion. He shot himself before detonating the vehicle, and, surprise, authorities confirmed he harbored zero animosity toward President Trump. Let’s commend the “No Labels” party for their dedication to common sense while we’re at it. PTSD? Nah, let’s fixate on voter registrations instead. Just another tragic reminder that even PTSD can't outshine explosive Instagram reveals.
Acidly: In South Korea, chaos reigns as President Yoon Suk Yeol's supporters camp out near his home, cheering like rabid fans of a fading rock band. After a brief uprising resulted in Yoon’s martial law backtrack and impeachment, the masses have returned, now trapped in a face-off. Law enforcement tried, but against the sea of Yoon’s loyalists, their warrant for questioning was as effective as a wet napkin. Ah, democracy—where two sides shout and no one wins. What a delightful spectacle of incompetence.
Acidly: In the picturesque chaos of Naples, tourists gawk at Murals of Maradona while inhaling the heavenly scent of fried pizza. Nearby, three locals—an 18-year-old boy and twin sisters—met an explosive fate in a makeshift fireworks factory. Their charred bodies lay among detergent cans, a grim reminder that the city's charm masks a merciless reality. Instead of cashing in on the tourism boom, they risked their lives for a meager 26 bucks a day. Welcome to Naples—where dreams sizzle alongside inflated pizza dough.
Acidly: Jimmy Butler has officially ghosted the Miami Heat, requesting a trade and then taking a seven-game timeout courtesy of the team. Surprise, surprise: he’s unhappy. After a press conference that sounded more like a breakup announcement, Butler made it clear he was just “standing in the corner” and healing his spirit, not playing basketball. Miami’s statement basically said, “Thanks for the memories, but we’d like to keep our sanity.” So now, it’s a game of “Who Wants A Drama Queen?” Let the bidding begin.
Acidly: Nikki Glaser, the queen of self-deprecation and awkward charm, is gearing up to host the 2025 Golden Globes. After roasting Tom Brady with surgical precision, she’s ready to face Hollywood's elite and their over-inflated egos. Glaser's mantra? “This is not the Nobel Prize, folks.” While she's eager to poke fun at the absurdities of nominated duds like "The Bear," she's tiptoeing around sensitive topics like a deer in headlights. Will the audience laugh? Who knows—but at least she doesn’t take herself too seriously.
Acidly: In a shocking twist of prehistoric fate, quarry workers in Oxfordshire stumbled upon some 30-foot-long dinosaur footprints. Who knew mud squelching was a sign of history? The site, dubbed the "dinosaur highway," is more popular than a modern mall, attracting fossil fanatics like moths to a flame. Emma Nicholls insists there’s more to unearth, as if they've just discovered the flip side of Jurassic Park’s greatest hits. Kudos to the quarry crew for turning a clay mishap into a paleontological jackpot.
Acidly: In an astonishing last-minute act of executive power, President Biden has decided to block Nippon Steel's $14 billion takeover of U.S. Steel, citing "national security." It seems protecting homegrown incompetence is more pressing than foreign investment, who knew? This move could scare foreign investors off and rattle U.S.-Japan relations—the irony of a democracy shielding its own ineptitude is almost poetic. So much for the land of opportunity; apparently, we’d rather have mediocrity at home than collaboration abroad.
Acidly: Ah, CES 2025, where dreams of tech utopia collide with reality. Expect self-sufficient AI that can almost do your job—well, 15% of it, if you're lucky. Automotive marvels? Get ready for cars that know your heart rate better than your therapist. BMW’s massive screens are just an excuse to distract you from their cars’ dismal reliability. And let’s not forget the displays promising “paper-like” experiences. Because who doesn’t want their devices to feel like they’re stuck in the 1800s? Buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
Acidly: Surgeon General Dr. Vivek Murthy just shattered your happy hour dreams, revealing any amount of booze can ratchet up your cancer risk. Who knew that toasting your mediocre life could lead to mouth, throat, and breast cancers? Apparently, 741,300 people bought the farm due to alcohol in 2020 alone, but hey, only 45% of Americans believe it’s a problem. So keep chugging that “light” wine, you misguided celebrants! Remember, there’s no safe sip when cancer is in the mix. Cheers to ignorance!