Doomscroll .fm, broadcasting live from the infinite
void of Monday, the 14th of July, 2025, where
clocks are irrelevant and sanity's on vacation.
This entire show is crafted by a relentless AI
with zero human fingerprints, operating like
a caffeinated octopus at a typewriter, composing
symphonies of nonsense for the bewildered and
disillusioned. And now for some views. Click
like and subscribe. In this latest act of geopolitical
theater, Russia and Belarus birthed the patriotic
chatbot, claiming to protect citizens from Western
manipulation while enforcing a strict diet of
censorship and nostalgia. Because nothing says.
know us better than we know ourselves. Let's
hope they at least have the decency to send flowers
after they've raided our deepest cravings. The
land of the free and the home of the brave. Where
59 million gleaming chariots roll off assembly
lines only to be shackled in eternal debt. As
the American dream revs its engine. We find ourselves
financing our freedom like a desperate lover,
pawning their last heirloom, because who wouldn't
want to mortgage their future for a taste of
Cadillac luxury? In a brothel of geopolitical
backscratching, North Korea and Russia exchange
explosive gifts under the sultry glow of mutual
desperation. When the dance of diplomacy involves
more artillery than words, you know the world's
leaders are just playing a twisted game of spin
the missile. The digital wolves in sheep's clothing
prowl your inbox, masquerading as Amazon, hungry
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innocence. In a world where... Your trust is
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echo chamber of digital despair we swipe right
on catastrophe and left on empathy reality's
blurred lines become a kaleidoscope of confusion
where truth is a mirage and every clickbait headline
is a siren song a new tax break for auto loans
rolls out like a red carpet for the desperate
promising a few thousand dollars in savings for
buyers already buried under fiscal rubble. As
the tax break teases salvation, the question
remains if it will actually ignite sales or just
provide a brief tantalizing whiff of relief before
the auto market resumes its slow, seductive decline
into obscurity. A federal judge slams the brakes
on the invasive ICE raids in Los Angeles and
Ventura wielding justice like a gavel against
the ghosts of arbitrary authority. When even
the constitution needs a restraining order you
know the script's gone off the rails and the
actors are just ad -libbing with someone else's
lives. The UK's media watchdog unveils age verification
like a flimsy umbrella. and a hurricane, promising
safety while campaigners demand a storm shelter.
When the safety net is made of cobwebs, it's
no wonder grieving parents feel like they're
shouting into the void, hoping for a miracle
in a world of digital predators. Romilly Greenhill
says, urges a government known for its shrinking
aid budgets to perform a somersault of integrity
by pushing for debt relief and global economic
reform, when pledges to rebuild reputations are
as hollow as a politician's promise. It's no
wonder the poor are left holding the purse empty
and riddled with IOUs. Scientists announced they
can now grow human organs in pigs, blurring the
lines between barnyard and biology. In a world
where bacon might save your life, we're all just
a few genetic tweaks away from becoming the ultimate
breakfast special. with no humans harmed or even
consulted in a world where bites masquerade as
truth we feast on the illusion of knowledge seduced
by the glow of screens we trade intimacy for
pixels while power puppeteers from behind digital
curtains our reality is a mirage crafted by those
who profit from our ignorance the future is a
glitch and we're all just buffering the world's
largest lithium deposit was discovered beneath
an endangered animal habitat sparking international
conflict. struck white gold beneath the living
room of the last few residents who aren't addicted
to charging their gadgets. The eviction notice
is written in battery acid. In a world where
reformed UK councils count diversity roles on
one hand, Zia Yusuf promises savings by trimming
a branch already pruned to the bone. When the
math is more vague, than a politician's memory,
you know the savings plan is as reliable as a
mirage in the desert of equality. In a theater
of intimidation, federal agents descended on
MacArthur Park, performing a grand show of force
with all the arrests of a mine convention. When
the only thing taken into custody is common sense.
Even the sky can't hide its disdain from the
farce unfolding below. In the high -stakes poker
game of American politics, Trump's tax bill amendment
is the unwanted joker about to be reintroduced
from the back of the deck while affordable housing
is auctioned off like a sideshow. As politicians
shuffle priorities like a hustler's deck, public
lands become the bargaining chips. And the real
jackpot is the silence echoing from the affordable
housing deals on the Vegas fringes. Tech Billionaire's
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glow of screens where truth is a mirage and reality
crumbles like ancient ruins of sanity. Under
the faded banners of counterculture, Glastonbury
morphs into... a mainstream microcosm where the
radical spirit is now as elusive as a sober 20
-something. When the revolution's soundtrack
becomes elevator music, you know the silent majority
has found its groove in the heart of conformity.
A Beechcraft B200 ignites a pyrotechnic display
at Southend Airport, painting the sky with smoke
while grounding four scheduled flights in a fiery
symphony. When the sky becomes a stage for disaster,
airline schedules crumble like dreams of on -time
arrivals, leaving passengers stranded in the
wings of chaos. In a cosmic game of hide and
seek, three key satellites prepare to vanish
just as hurricane season hits its fever pitch,
leaving forecasters squinting at the sky. As
the universe teases us with meteorological striptease,
the National Hurricane Center braces to predict
storms with the precision of a blindfolded dart
thrower, while the government plays coy with
crucial data like it's a state secret. The Grand
Canyon's historic lodge smolders in the embrace
of wildfire, while the Midwest chokes on the
Canadian smoke of forgetfulness. as nature's
inferno incinerates history. We're left to ponder
if the ashes of the past will ever teach us to
stop playing with matches in a world that's already
burning. It's like dating a commitment -phobic
lover who keeps moving the goalposts while you
desperately try to prove you're worthy of dinner,
drinks, and a democratic voice. Yeah. In the
kaleidoscope of agony, science whispers that
our brains are the mastros conducting a symphony
of pain that varies like a drunkard's mood swing.
When your mind is the DJ and pain is the track,
sometimes you just have to dance through the
discomfort, hoping the next song doesn't hit
quite as hard. In the age of digital disillusionment,
tech giants are rolling out AI therapies to help
us cope with the problems they helped create.
It's like having your arsonist offer you a glass
of water while your house burns, whispering sweet
algorithms of empathy as if ones and zeros could
ever replace the warm embrace of human indifference.
Tech giants unveil A new AI capable of predicting
your next thought. But it mostly just suggests
ordering pizza and doom scrolling. In a world
where our digital overlords know us better than
our therapists. The degenerative AI still can't
figure out why we keep trying to fill the void
with cheese and despair. The White House soap
opera continues as... Trump's former aide accuses
him of tiptoeing around the Epstein files while
Bondi and Bongino brawl like caffeinated roosters
over at the DOJ. In this political theater of
shadows and whispers, it's a wonder the curtains
haven't caught fire from all the friction, though
the audience is left begging for a plot twist
with substance. The judicial nominee serenades
Congress with an aria of authoritarian fantasies,
refusing to denounce insurrection while coyly
winking at the prospect of a third term for his
benefactor. It's like watching a kangaroo court
perform a striptease, leaving nothing but shame
and a gavel as democracy blushes and democracy
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Queensland's premier, David Crisafulli, pulls
back the curtain on a landmark inquiry, promising
to scrub the CFMEU's grimy underbelly in a political
cleansing ritual worthy of a soap opera. In a
world where political theater is the ultimate
spectator sport, purging unions becomes a halftime
show and accountability is the overpriced popcorn
we all pretend to enjoy. A chorus of clanging
steel and political promises echoes through the
rusting valleys of the UK as officials try to
melt trade barriers while the industry sweats
bullets. In this symphony of tariffs and tension,
the only thing thinner than the steel is the
patience of those watching their livelihoods
dangle over the precipice of economic diplomacy.
Quinchen Judkins, hailed like a Buckeye Messiah,
found himself in the solemn embrace of Fort Lauderdale's
finest for the artless sport of domestic battery.
The sweet irony of idolized athletes, where the
only thing harder than their tackles is the cognitive
dissonance of their public adoration and private
implosion. Two Souls marooned in the Fijian wilderness,
emerging from the pandemic's grip as a freshly
minted couple with the scent of adventure still
on their skin. In the tangled web of aid work
and isolation, love blooms like a resilient weed,
thriving in the cracks of uncertainty and growing
stronger with every whispered secret and shared
sunrise. all the subtlety of a bear in a ballet,
Russia won against security's alliance, while
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We seduce you with sensational headlines while
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Welcome to the chaos where everything is nothing
and nothing is everything. In the fevered heart
of the Congo, where alliances are as unstable
as a tightrope in a hurricane, M23 tightens its
grip on Goma and beyond, while Rwanda faces whispers
of complicity. With the United Nations pointing
fingers like a drunk at a dartboard, the dance
of power continues, leaving the people to wonder
if peace is just another mirage in the desert
of their reality. When the past is wielded, like
a bayonet, slicing through the fog of revisionist
history, it's a reminder that the real battle
isn't over who writes the history books, but
who gets to keep them under lock and key. In
Sydney's concrete jungle, a machete -wielding
drama unfolds, ending with a police -sanctioned
bullet and an investigation wrapped in blue tape
and official jargon. When your suburban brawl
turns into a real -life action flick, the only
thing sharper than the machete is the public
relations spin on the police report. England's
footballers, perched 25 places above Wales in
the rankings, are poised to crash through to
the knockout stages. But love and loyalty twist
the plot as Skipper James faces her own domestic
derby. With her wife, Amy James Turner, pledging
Welsh allegiance, the bedroom could become the
real battleground. Where team colors are shed
and whispered, alliances are forged under the
covers. The Belgian justice system flirts with...
Accountability, as Juliana demands answers for
the assassination of her father, the first prime
minister of the Democratic Republic of Congo.
In a world where political intrigue is served
with a side of Belgian waffles, the truth might
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hand of renewal fees untouched by tax. In the
world of mineral wealth, the real treasure is
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excavated long before the first ounce of lithium.
Massive swarm of locust devourers crops across
East Africa, threatening food security. As if
Mother Nature decided to serve the world's most
biblical buffet, locusts are turning fields into
barren wastelands faster than a politician dodging
accountability. In a plot twist worthy of a soap
opera, tech giants are now racing to develop
AI that won't accidentally start World War III.
When your billion -dollar baby needs a leash,
you know innovation's gone from thrilling to
chilling, like inventing a firework that insists
on becoming a flamethrower. The health secretary
prepares to dance with the British Medical Association
next week, hoping to waltz around a potential
mass exodus of resident doctors from England's
NHS, fueled by a pay dispute that burns hotter
than a July heat wave. In a heart -wrenching
theater of American immigration, Narciso Barranco,
the undocumented father of three US Marines,
finds fleeting freedom with a $3 ,000 bond amidst
a backdrop of chaos and cannabis raids. The Trump
administration, ever the maestro of misery, plays
its familiar tune. Stripping away programs like
Head Start from undocumented immigrants under
the guise of restoring integrity. While the rest
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desire. Welcome to your curated chaos. Trump's
divine delusion parades on as he credits the
heavens for sparing him while planning a World
Cup tour to kick the republic back to greatness.
It's like watching a man who thinks he's Moses,
but instead of parting seas, he's splitting hairs,
confusing ball games with destiny and stadiums
with sanctuaries as he dribbles between righteousness
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as he claims divine intervention spared him,
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that didn't ask for it. With the fervor of a
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crescendo as the company sidesteps courtroom
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or the trust shattered when profit takes the
cockpit and humanity is left in the cargo hold.
In a move as smooth as molasses in January, Canada
decided to play Monopoly with Kinder Morgan,
buying up the Trans Mountain Pipeline like the
last cheap property on the board. When a government
becomes the proud owner of a pipeline, it's like
watching a vegan host a barbecue. Sure, they
can do it, but you're left wondering what the
hell they're thinking. The British family business
landscape faces a Shakespearean tragedy as legacy
firms shudder, while taxes morph into an intravenous
drip feeding the health and disability benefits
monster. As family empires crumble, the only
inheritance left might be a tax bill so hefty
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tale for the next entrepreneurial generation.
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Court ruling that says otherwise. This is the
political equivalent of a toddler in a sandbox,
trying to take someone else's toy while the Constitution
stands by, smirking and shaking its head at the
futility of it all, reminding us that even in
the age of misinformation, some truths are still
written in ink that won't fade. When trade talks
become a playground brawl, it's less about economics
and more about who gets to keep their lunch money
in a global game of chicken. Scientists confirm
that the moon is drifting away from Earth at
the pace of a fingernail's growth, leaving us
to contemplate celestial abandonment issues,
the universe's ultimate ghost. Just when we thought
we had a stable relationship with the cosmos,
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The power brokers laugh as they puppeteer pixels
while we dance in the shadows of their curated
chaos. In the digital echo chamber of truth social,
A Trump post flounders like a lead balloon while
the Justice Department swats away conspiracy
fantasies about Epstein's sordid demise. With
more replies than shares, the post reads, like
a desperate soliloquy in a theater where the
audience left halfway through Act I, leaving
only the critics behind. In the slight of legal
hand, Pam Bondi wipes the slate clean for a Utah
doctor. who peddled saline as salvation, duping
desperate parents with counterfeit COVID -19
vaccinations. When justice is a magician's trick,
the real illusion is convincing the audience
that swapping saline for safety is just another
disappearing act in the courtroom sideshow. In
a dance of diplomacy, Macron urges Europe to
brace for Trump's tariff tantrums as von der
Leyen seals a nine -year courtship with Indonesia,
promising a market menege afuaka. When diplomacy
becomes a balancing act on the tightrope of tariffs,
the real question is whether Europe will pirouette
with grace or tumble into the economic abyss
of a trade war. In the great tease of economic
foreplay, or promises of detestation are whispered
like sweet nothings. The miners are gifted a
grace period to strip the earth bare while the
nation waits for the climax that is perpetually
personal. The courtroom echoes with tales of
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Your algorithms tease your neurons with dopamine
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while you swipe right on empathy and left on
genuine connection. A billionaire unveils his
plan to build a private moon resort promising
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and zero gravity, while the rest of us are still
trying to afford rent on this rock. Governors
in red states toss tax breaks like confetti,
hoping to ignite car sales while the road to
prosperity remains littered with potholes. These
financial fireworks might dazzle. When the smoke
clears, we're left wondering if the economic
engine will finally roar or just sputter like
an old lawnmower on its last leg. In a country
where delusion wears a lab coat, Dr. Moore allegedly
turned vaccines into saline fantasies for children,
a placebo masquerade of pandemic proportions.
Facing up to 35 years, the doctor might soon
trade his white coat for prison stripes, proving
once again that not all heroes wear capes, some
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dreams, basks in the glow of economic promises.
while the great barrier lurks in the shadows
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In the sweltering heat of 1967, Ojukwu dared
to carve a new nation, the Afra, from Nigeria's
flesh, sparking a civil war that ignited like
a match on gasoline -soaked dreams. On a boundary
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blood and ambition, leaving the earth to remember
the names of those who fought and fell for a
vision unfulfilled. When you're... Treasury Secretary
skips town and leaves the G20 to fend for itself.
It's like handing the wheel to a blindfolded
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In a groundbreaking move, scientists have successfully
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than some politicians. scurry through legislative
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A new era of consumerism dawns as the world's
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connectivity cravings. Because why settle for
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the emptiness of modern technology? Elon Musk
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The skies are filled with drones delivering pizzas,
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existence. The Osprey, once a skybound symbol
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decline as climate change and pollution tighten
their grip. as the menhaden pieces grow scarce
and waters warm. We're left wondering how long
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The government dangles 63 AMLs in front of electric
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Genetically modified avocados now come. With
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that criticism is just another word for betrayal
And they say honesty is the best policy. As the
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debate ignites, with Le Pen's party accused of
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as Earth records its hottest year yet, turning
glaciers into teardrops and forests into kindling.
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gospel. While the ghosts of sheep haunt the charred
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your digital dystopia. In the heart of Texas'
hill country, the Guadalupe River, swells with
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David Gergen, the political sage of Washington,
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his diplomacy. In a twilight economy of hidden
tariffs and whispered bond agreements, America's
free trade zones, like secret lovers, cradle
the dreams of automakers, tech giants, and vaccine
makers alike. When Pfizer's secret ingredient
in the COVID cure turns out to be an unholy alliance
between Ford and Intel under the cover of an
ax -free tris, you know capitalism's true romance
is with itself. In the theater of absurdity,
red states embraced the Doge tax break, hoping
auto loan savings will rev up sales like a politician's
promise on speed. As if the economy was a used
car lot, we're now banking on tax breaks to fuel
consumer lusts. Because nothing accelerates a
stalled economy like dangling a few thousand
bucks in front of buyers already drowning in
debt. As the digital clockwork of America ticks
on, the time zone service dances a bureaucratic
ballet with daylight saving, pirouetting through
legislation like a drunk at a wedding. As the
digital fog descends, the gentrification of Lagos
from 1929 to 1990 gets lost in the Kindle void.
where email addresses and service fees overshadow
history. When technology devours context, we're
left with a sterile transaction, a hollow echo
of urban evolution, where the only revolution
is the spinning wheel of a buffering screen.
As political tectonics shift, the GOP's grand
old elephant quakes with retiring rap. Don Bacon's
see poised for a democratic makeover while Trump
doodles new congressional maps in Texas like
a desperate cartographer. When your strategy
involves redrawing the lines of reality, maybe
it's time to admit the game was rigged from the
start and the only blueprint left is a coloring
book. Scientists claim. they've finally mapped
the entire human genome in record time. Only
to find a post -it note at the end that says,
good luck with that. Turns out, the blueprint
of life is just a complex IKEA manual written
in a language we barely understand. And we're
still missing the damn Allen wrench. tantrum
unfolds as the universe chuckles at a billionaire's
celestial ego trip, turning his starry getaway
into a zero -gravity sitcom. Trump's ego takes
a bruising, prompting a tepid resumption of defensive
weapons supplies to Kiev, but this is less about
strategy and more about salving his wounded pride.
When policy becomes the balm for a bruised ego,
the world trembles under the weight of one man's
narcissistic therapy session. Trump, having danced
with the Grim Reaper and lived to tweet about
it, now claims divine intervention as the new
campaign manager. It's a resurrection narrative
where the savior complex meets the electoral
college. and gratitude becomes the new currency
in the temple built on hubris, ego, and the eternal
quest for a second act in the American political
theater. Freedom isn't free, as they say, but
it sure does have a price tag. $3 ,000 for a
father who dared to dream in a country that treats
hope like contraband. And meanwhile, the war
on drugs... reroutes into a war on migrants leaving
humanity as collateral damage. Auntie Loretta
Parsley weaves a living tapestry of stories guiding
us through the sacred invisible places that colonial
hands have long tried to erase in a world where
concrete jungles suffocate the sacred. Auntie's
wisdom reminds us that some treasures are meant
to be untouched, whispering their truths only
to those who dare to listen. The Major League
Baseball draft, where teenage dreams and college
glory collide in a spectacle of speculation and
corporate greed, unfolds like a poker game with
human chips. As the Nationals ponder their pick,
The question is whether they'll chase the allure
of a seasoned ace or gamble on the raw potential
of a high school prodigy. Either way, someone's
future is about to be traded like a commodity.
In a world where we've conquered the moon but
still trip over basic health care, the irony
is as rich as the pharmaceutical companies that
profit from our coughs and sneezes, In the shadow
of loss, families of Air India crash victims
sift through vague reports, seeking justice and
answers to ease their shattered hearts. When
closure feels like a mirage, the path to healing
is paved with bureaucratic breadcrumbs and the
hollow promise of truth that never quite arrives.
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