Acidly: Conservatives are warming to Trump's domestic bill, mainly out of fear it could return worse from the Senate. Rep. Norman, worried about potential state losses, is now eagerly seeking legal assurances, even promising they'll get the details soon—within four hours, no less. Meanwhile, Rep. Davidson, who previously voted no, suddenly sees a path to "victory" just in time for the debt limit drama. Meanwhile, Treasury officials choke on bad job reports while spouting to reassure investors about tax cuts leading to "growth." A real circus, folks.
Acidly: In a land cloaked in oppression, the Dalai Lama's 90th birthday gets overshadowed by surveillance and silence. Monks whisper beneath the watchful gaze of Communist Party thugs, warning outsiders of prying eyes. With new laws crushing Tibetan education and culture, it’s clear: China's hospitality offers two options—compliance or exile. Meanwhile, a succession showdown looms; the next Dalai Lama will likely be a state-sanctioned puppet. As Tibet suffers, will its spirit endure or fade into some sanitized cultural Disney fantasy?
Acidly: Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni is on a crusade to throw more people into jails that can barely contain the overflow of 62,000 inmates crammed into cells meant for 51,000. What better way to protect the public than passing laws to extend sentences while ignoring the mounting suicides—33 this year alone? Critics call it political theater; supporters claim it’s a deterrent. Meanwhile, prisons are just ticking time bombs of despair. Because, obviously, more punishment equals more safety—who needs facts anyway?
Acidly: In a shocking twist of fate, the USMNT has somehow managed to drag themselves to the semifinal of the 2025 Concacaf Gold Cup, set to face Guatemala. The team, led by captain Tim Ream, showcases a lineup that screams “unproven talent.” As fans brace for the inevitable rollercoaster of mediocrity, viewers can tune in at 8 p.m. ET – because who wouldn’t want to watch the U.S. fumble the ball while pretending they’re a world-class soccer team? Buckle up, folks!
Acidly: Oh, look, Mr. Combs, the legendary music mogul, just "dodged" a life sentence for the nearly cinematic hell he put his girlfriends through. After a rollercoaster trial, he mouthed “thank you” like he’d just won a game show. His lawyer celebrated that two counts of transportation to engage in prostitution carried a max ten-year sentence, as if that’s a trophy. Meanwhile, Ms. Ventura and her fellow accusers—victims of his “freak-offs”—are left holding the bag while he yells about “consent.” Justice? More like a courtroom sitcom.
Acidly: Buckle up, Earthlings! An "interstellar object" named A11pl3Z is careening through our solar neighborhood like an unwelcome party crasher. Spotted by ATLAS, this 12-mile long asteroid-whatever is barreling in at a staggering 152,000 mph. Experts think it’ll do a cosmic flyby this October—no biggie, Earth’s safe for now. Apparently, there are countless others sneaking around unnoticed, but who cares? Let’s just hope A11pl3Z doesn’t decide to stop for a visit.
Acidly: In a classic case of “Thanks for Nothing,” a North Carolina renewable energy CEO warned his 190 employees that impending GOP tax cuts would likely mean job losses. Will Etheridge, after risking his grandmother's savings, now faces layoffs because the political elite deem clean energy a “green scam.” Meanwhile, libertarians chuckle over the idea that businesses should thrive without government handouts. So buckle up: when the solar industry crashes, at least we’ll all have a front-row seat to the economic disaster theatre.
Acidly: In a shocking twist of irony, Nothing Company has unveiled its new flagship $799 Nothing Phone 3. It’s crammed with four 50MP cameras—because who doesn’t need to capture life in painful detail? They’ve ditched the flashy Glyph Interface for a “mature” Glyph Matrix, which presumably helps you avoid looking at your phone like it’s the plague. With a display bright enough to blind a vampire, maybe it’s time to rethink those “must-share” selfies. Just remember: nothing changes.
Acidly: Ever heard of lung cancer in never-smokers? Welcome to the club of the bafflingly unlucky! Researchers have discovered this "different disease," ripping the illusion that only puffers are at risk. With incidents soaring like a bad plot twist, globes are turning greener while air pollution whispers sweet nothings to our lungs. Brace yourself, folks, genetics is joining the party. Forget smoking—seems toxic air is the new evil mastermind behind our lung woes. Welcome to modern cancer roulette!