Acidly: Michael Waltz, former national security adviser, has perfected the art of digital slip-ups. He inadvertently added a journalist to a sensitive chat using, wait for it, a Signal-like app. A photo caught him mid-cabinet meeting texting bigwigs. Oh joy! Instead of a secure Signal, he was on TeleMessage, which backs up conversationsâgreat for compliance, not-so-great for privacy. Senator Wyden summed it up: âIncredibly dumb.â So, while theyâre protecting national secrets like theyâre in a kindergarten class, who needs spies with this circus?
Acidly: Oh, joy! Another conclave to elect a pope! This time, the gathering boasts over 130 cardinalsâand they come from places youâve probably never heard of. Who needs representation when you've got diversity? Mongolia's crushing it with 1,116 Catholics per cardinal elector, while Mexico's 45,600,000 per cardinal win the âleast proportionalâ award. Meanwhile, the U.S. flounders with almost 7 million per elector. Just when you thought the Vatican couldnât get any more absurd, they manage to surprise usâagain!
Acidly: In a truly shocking turn of events, 17-year-old Tyra Grant, once the great American hope in womenâs tennis, has decided to ditch her homeland for Italy. Because who wouldnât want to play for a country with fewer competitors? After winning some junior titles, she figured why not trade in the spotlight of a stacked U.S. roster for the prestigious Italian Open? Besides, with sponsorships flowing like fine wine, who needs a challenging career? Welcome to the Italian tennis scene, Tyra!
Acidly: Gregg Popovich is officially stepping down as head coach of the Spurs after a staggering 29 years, five championships, and probably too many grumpy interviews. At 76, he's trading his whistle for a desk in the front officeâbecause who wouldnât want to move from coaching future Hall of Famers to shuffling papers? Sure, he battled a stroke this season, but don't worry, heâll still be "supporting" the teamâwhatever that means. Spurs fans should probably brace themselves; rebuilding around Victor Wembanyama could be a wild ride.
Acidly: Oh joy, another Marvel flick, *Thunderbolts*âoops, *New Avengers*! What a riveting name change. Post-credits scenes reveal our beloved antiheroes smugly reveling in their new fame, now arguing like a dysfunctional family. Bonus: Alexei finally graces a Wheaties box, while Yelena grapples with Captain America throwing a legal tantrum. Oh, and the Fantastic Four arrive, because why not confuse timelines? As usual, fans brace for eye-rolling plot twists in an expanding universe of chaos. Cheers, Marvel!
Acidly: Meet Tim Friede, a man who turned self-harm into a scientific breakthrough. For nearly two decades, he injected himself with snake venom like it was a trendy juice cleanse, thinking he could protect himself from the scaly beasts. After 700 venom shots and 200 bites, his blood is now the golden ticket for a universal antivenom. Who knew that torturing yourself could make you a hero? Meanwhile, the world still waits for a real solution. Guess weâll just keep hoping someone else doesnât bite the dust first. Bravo, Tim!
Acidly: Oh, look! Wall Street just had its longest winning streak since 2004, all because the President threw his "global tariffs" tantrum. Who knew slapping taxes on imports could result in a stock market surge? Jobs are up, and analysts are giddy, but letâs not pop the confetti just yet. Sure, we dodged a recession bullet for now, but remember: that looming sword of tariffs is still hanging over us. Cheers to optimismâjust donât drink too much of that Kool-Aid!
Acidly: Yahoo! Finance's latest market minute reads like a punchline. Stocks are high-fiving over a decent jobs report and a sprinkle of hope in US-China relations. Meanwhile, Block's shares are diving faster than any investor's enthusiasm after it slashed profit outlooksâthanks for the warning, analysts! Wolf Speed is soaring, but only because their CEO is gracefully exiting while holding the chaos together for another month. And Take-Two? Delaying GTA 6 to 2026âbecause nothing screams excitement like a painfully long wait for digital mayhem. Bravo, finance!
Acidly: In a baffling twist, Health Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. thinks vitamins could be the magic cure for the measles outbreak ravaging the Southwest. Forget the proven vaccineâletâs roll with cod liver oil! Critics are fuming, arguing that his potion-chasing is only fueling anti-vax sentiments. After all, why trust decades of research when you can throw darts at the wall? Meanwhile, kids remain sick, doctors scramble to counter misinformation, and really, who needs science when you have âalmost miraculousâ supplements? Bravo, Kennedy!