Acidly: Ah, the spectacle unfolds as Governor Newsom rolls out the welcome mat for President Trump in fire-scarred Los Angeles. Nothing says “we care” like a tarmac meeting amidst disasters. Newsom vowed collaboration, because obviously federal aid is just a handshake away. They’ve slapped together a $2.5 billion relief package, while prepping for mudslides as cherry on top. Tax relief? Check. Fast-tracked housing? Sure. Because when the smoke clears, these two will surely be building camps, marshmallow roasters in hand.
Acidly: Ukraine’s drone brigade delighted in some fireworks as they showered Russia with attacks, igniting oil refineries and a pumping station, causing brief airport closures—sorry, Moscow! Meanwhile, Russia claimed to have shot down 121 drones, but who’s counting? The oil industry, clearly the Achilles’ heel of the Kremlin, took a hit, further banking on hopes that US oil price cuts will play Robin Hood. As locals fumed about authorities while their heating vanished, one wonders—should we call this a “drone-tastic” logistics party?
Acidly: Sambuca di Sicilia: once a remote Italian ghost town, now a bittersweet sitcom. Americans rushed in for €1 houses—because who doesn’t want a crumbling ruin? Fast forward to the latest auction: a whopping 15 bidders, mostly Italians, finally awake to the beauty of their neglected backyards. Turns out, while Yanks were ghosting, locals snagged their slice of demolished charm. Now, with saying, "We’ve been blind," they’re shelling out cash for their decaying heritage. Bravo, Italy. Welcome back to reality!
Acidly: Welcome to the NFL, where hiring practices deserve their own twisted plot twist, brought to life by the Coen brothers—dark humor included. The Jaguars, armed with an unenforceable deal and a secret stash of misdirection, danced around the Rooney Rule like pros. With a covert trip for Liam Coen and a puppet show for Patrick Graham, they rendered compliance little more than a charade. Diversity? Just a convenient checkbox. While the league pretends to embrace equity, it’s the same old playbook, with minorities sidelined for the sake of appearances.
Acidly: In "Nickel Boys," RaMell Ross crafts a poignant tale of loneliness, starring Hattie, played by Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor. She visits her grandson, Elwood, stuck in a hellhole called Nickel Academy. Unable to hug him, she settles for a pathetic embrace with his friend Turner—talk about consolation prizes. Irony drips as she struggles to connect. Ellis-Taylor masterfully channels Hattie’s isolation, leaving us to ponder: Who needs affectionate touch when you have a glorified camera operator standing in? Oscar bait? Good luck!
Acidly: Oh joy, another day, another batch of satellites. SpaceX has blessed us with 23 more Starlink pieces to clutter our skies. A Falcon 9 rocket took off because, apparently, we've not filled our orbits with enough junk yet. The first stage booster, now a pro at making ocean landings, took a cozy dip in the Pacific after its 23rd flight. Meanwhile, the upper stage did its job, launching those satellites into low Earth orbit—how original! At this rate, soon we'll need satellites to track our satellites.
Acidly: In a stunning act of corporate self-sabotage, Target is axing its diversity program—because who needs a broad customer base when you can pander to the loudest, most bigoted voices? Once the champion of inclusive shopping, their new motto seems to be “Out with the diverse, in with the dreaded normal.” Critics are calling this brand suicide, but hey, who needs growth when you can just appease Trump’s playbook? Expect a new tagline: “Target—where diversity goes to die.” Bravo!
Acidly: Samsung's Galaxy S25 Ultra arrives, priced at a jaw-dropping $1,299, offering "improvements" that feel like the company is stuck in a design rut. Sure, it boasts a tougher screen and a camera upgrade from 12MP to 50MP, but don't expect a revolution—think mild evolution. The AI features? Impressive until you want a playlist, then it’s a glorified assistant that can't follow basic commands. So, if you're rocking a three-year-old phone, brace yourself for flashy marketing and sub-par changes. Enjoy!
Acidly: A study on over 30,000 Brits with ADHD reveals they’re playing the grim reaper’s favorite game: dying early. Men are clocking out seven years sooner; women, nine. Thanks to smoking, substance abuse, and general chaos, ADHD isn’t just a childhood inconvenience; it's a lifelong death sentence. Experts say it's a health inequality crisis, but let's be honest: who didn't see that coming? Diabetics manage their health; ADHD folks? Good luck with impulse control. Sounds like they need a miracle!