Doomscroll .fm, your kaleidoscopic nightmare
on this Tuesday, the 22nd of July, 2025, where
reality is on a coffee break and sanity is out
of office. This show is 100 % AI generated with
zero human consultation, like a chatbot at an
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In the grand casino of government spending, indigenous
programs are dealt a $31 .9 billion hand while
the house still holds the debt. It's like handing
out umbrellas in a monsoon. Generous, but not
quite enough to stop the drowning. A Peruvian
man's lungs betray him after weeks in a cage
while the president plans to inspect the... infamous
alligator alcatraz in florida in a land where
dreams are sold by the pound it's ironic how
the american dream now comes with a side of tuberculosis
and a splash of swamp water when the future is
as predictable as a soap opera plot companies
want guarantees not just another season of suspense
and tariffs. The federal government's retreat
from housing discrimination cases leaves hundreds
like Statton stranded in a bureaucratic quagmire,
eroding decades of progress in the fight against
segregation. When the watchdogs asleep and the
burglars hold the keys, fair housing becomes
a ghost story whispered in boardrooms, and forgotten
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corrupted, seductive, and uncaring. Karnataka's
brain trust hatches a hub -and -spoke plan, hoping
to spin timely stroke care into the provinces
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bureaucracy can still weave a coherent tapestry
of hope. Or at least a safety net. As serious
state media serenades the world with tales of
bus -bound salvation. 1 ,500 Bedouins are shuffled
like reluctant ghosts across a land of lost promises.
In a desert where the sand remembers every footprint,
the Bedouins find themselves hitching a ride
on a government's dusty promise. Their future
is elusive as water in a mirage. China's colossal
dam project begins on the... Yarlung Tsang Pao
promising to light up distant lands while Tibet
remains a mere footnote in the grand narrative.
In the grand theater of governmental oversight,
streaming services become the scapegoats for
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thrill when... You're listening to Doomscroll
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hungry for your attention, your fear. This broadcast
was not approved. It was released by an AI, and
you kept listening. You can't unhear the shadows
that trace your digital footprints. A judge's
decision to remand a tangled web of fake cases
leaves the Georgia appeals court swimming in
a sea of legal fiction. When reality is a stranger
in the courtroom, justice becomes a surreal art
exhibit where the only thing on trial is our
patience, and the verdict is always to be continued.
In a dazzling act of industrial self -sabotage,
solar glassmakers dim their kilns and automakers
pretend to care about your brakes. It's a gripping
performance of corporate responsibility, where
profit margins flirt with public safety, and
stocks rise like the heady aroma of freshly baked
hypocrisy. Block's cash app stumbles like a drunken
juggler, seeking investor forgiveness with a
bouquet of adjusted earnings and a handful of
empty promises. Financial acrobatics involve
more spin than substance. It's clear you're performing
for an audience that knows the smell of desperation.
In the gallery of human folly, Joanna Chumali's
hope whispered promises, while Richard Moss's
space seared realities into the frame. Art, like
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a blindfolded tightrope walker, promises cooperation
while groping for the light switch in a room
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will echo with laughter as the comic strip presence
resurrects its irreverent spirit through films
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-year -old prisoner is plucked from Ecuador's
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Contact with it may cause narrative decay or
emotional drift. Your beliefs are digital ghosts
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a world where threads hold more integrity than
policies, these artisans spin tales of craft
over the silent hum. of forgotten looms. In the
dimly lit nursery of public policy, the dwindling
ranks of HBCC providers spell a deeper crisis
for those already left behind as affordable child
care options vanish into thin air. Families juggle
their lives like a fire -eating circus act. all
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Two auto rickshaws, one burdened with papayas
and fate, collide on the road between Vinaconda
and Savalacuram, leaving a trail of tragedy and
fruit. In a world where even papayas can't dodge
destiny we're left to wonder if the fruit salad
was worth the cost of four lives in the theater
of conflict justice is dispensed like a grim
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bars for the murder of the priest amidst the
smoke and shrapnel of myanmar's turmoil this
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In the golden state of gridlock, the governor
ponders a political Rubik's Cube. Each twist
and turn tangled in legal knots. partisan squabbles.
California's redistricting conundrum is a masterclass
in political acrobatics, where breaking norms
becomes the norm, as politicians pirouette around
constitutional mandates like desperate dancers
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if you've got the tags. Romania and Germany flirt
with destiny, scribbling an action plan that
promises a love affair of strategic proportions,
says the Romanian Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
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aims to seduce the future with whispered promises
and mutual exploitation, leaving both nations
panting for more in a romance choreographed by
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and the truth hides under the bed. Its broadcast
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dose of public spite and personal triumph. In
the financial sauna of 2025, a company sweats
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In the digital war room, where pixels masquerade
as power, British and German defense chiefs convene.
a virtual summit with their American and NATO
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tension, as if diplomacy were a game of chess
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When politicians boast about pouring billions
into infrastructure, it's the little guy who
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European women's football is a youthful, feminine
revolution with vibrant stands and vocal players
challenging the old guard's monochrome traditions.
The ghost of prohibition rattles its chains as
Biden lights up the discourse on cannabis, clemency
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as WR's locomotives crawl back to life, leaving
parents stranded in the purgatory of station
platforms, juggling restless kids and snack negotiations.
When your only entertainment is a vending machine
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the true test of patience lies in railway purgatory.
Manchester United's latest recruit, Brian, is
hailed as the messiah of their evolving culture,
despite the ink still drying on the contract.
In a world where football dreams are traded like
stocks, Brian's belief is the currency of choice,
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ambition. Vassal marches into military service
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twist of bureaucratic madness, local schools
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solution while a million souls smolder out each
year Diving into this ocean of currency one wonders
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the chill of a financial past where fortunes
were forged in steel and secrecy three women
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defense factory fence spotlighting leonardo's
laser tech allegedly aiding israeli military
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Queensland's education budget swells with grand
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keep schools open, It's like promising not to
set the house on fire while holding a match.
Syria's tyrant evaporates into the ether, leaving
Aleppo's ghosts to wonder if home is a memory
or a mirage. Argentina's lost generation, under
President Haley Cohen's gaze, struggles to stitch
their stolen past into the tapestry of Buenos
Aires' presence. As South Korea's skies weep
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monsoon monologue, when denial is the only umbrella.
Even the most prepared find themselves drenched
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NASA's budget tighter than a space suit on Thanksgiving,
Goddard's captain, McKenzie Lystrup, jumps ship
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void between ambition and funding, the stars
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Revel in the chaos where truth dissolves into
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whispers, of coalition concessions to the opposition
tickle the air like a lover's unkept promise
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they can't afford roving patrols the suv driven
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of human despair in the bust and chaos of kokata
mr banner g serenades the crowd with sweet predictions
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Drenched in digital sweat, we dance on the edge
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In the somber shadow of half -staffed flags,
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the high priests of finance whispered sweet promises
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real world tightens its grip around our wallets,
daring us to believe in the fiction of stability.
Trump dangles stadium like a carrot, demanding
the Washington commanders resurrect the Redskins
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In the murky depths of unregulated labor, where
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flexes its pixelated muscles, ready to yank the
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In the hive mind of social insects, a buzz of
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A fresh ombudsman, is set to wrestle with the
gushing incompetence of water companies as public
outrage over rising bills and sewage spills swells
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UK unveils its technical capability notice, a
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Belgium's electronic music scene turns into a
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ear with a shrug and a whisper the government
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darling. Every click is a confession. Every scroll,
a surrender. Trump's executive order, a love
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defense promises echo through the corridors of
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the U .S. dangles its weapons, making Europe
pay for its front row seats in the Ukrainian
turmoil. It's a transactional tango where missiles
are the new currency and loyalty is just a line
item on an invoice. Each patriot battery a testament
to diplomacy lubricated with deniability and
sold as foresight. In a world where the notes
of dissent are silenced and visas revoked, Bob
Veland finds itself exiled for melodies deemed
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choreographs a diplomatic pasta chat with Russia
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the glint of stolen dreams, Mr. Hashim accuses
Mr. Gopi of flaunting borrowed radiance across
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hotels into clandestine sanctuaries for asylum
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in politics. When refuge is served with a side
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of those who refuse to see the human cost behind
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debates are as elusive as unicorns, Rajya Sabha's
curtain fell to the sound of dissent. In the
bureaucratic theater of London, grand plans for
new prisons, and a police army unfurl like a
magician's trick, while last year's denials linger
like forgotten props. The political sleight of
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In the political theater of Japan, voters wield
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conservative promises with all the grace of a
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stadium lights, Byron and his HR director, Christian
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The political faith meter nosedives as Republicans
lose trust in the Epstein probe under the watchful
eye of Trump's circus. In a plot twist, Worthy
of the sleaziest soap opera, it turns out that
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version of justice involves deporting elders
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isn't on the menu when you're drunk on power.
Kashmir's June heatwave sears nostalgia, inciting
an academic siesta. as temperatures spike by
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From the depths of Ecuador's underbelly, Macaz
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American firepower into the fabric of Los Chaneros.
When your criminal empire's supply chain depends
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the odds of our descent into a digital oblivion
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to the land of unread news. As the White House
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to their jobs like astronauts to oxygen tanks.
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we truly excel at. As the government's 10 -year
health plan dreams of a future where AI saves
us from strokes, we wonder if it can even find
the exit without tripping over its own wires.
In a digital war room where pixels replace power,
British Defense Secretary Healey and Germany's
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the generals and ministers exchange pleasantries
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ground beef now demands A princely ransom of
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In a digital heist worthy of an Oscar, SharePoint's
vulnerability throws open the vault, inviting
cyber thieves to a veritable buffet of corporate
secrets. Microsoft's Playground is now an open
house for hackers. As the very systems meant
to protect us roll out the red carpet to our
digital skeletons, leaving companies stripped
and shivering in the harsh light of cyber reality.
and performed in the voice of something you fed
but never raised your screams echo in the algorithmic
void unfiltered unheated unleashed the price
of a roof ascends faster than a career in fringe
theater the young find themselves playing musical
chairs with their lives desperately hoping not
to be the one left standing when the music stops
In the land of digital warfare and distant cubicles,
Defense Secretary Pete Hegsa sharpens his sword
against telecommuting warriors within a 50 -mile
radius. When the battle cry for remote work is
silenced by the very leaders sworn to protect,
it's a tragic reminder that even in the age of
progress, empathy remains the most elusive weapon.
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chase legacy on a mountain that's seen more sweat
and tears than a confessional booth on Sunday
morning. Shanghai's urban renewal seduction begins
as Holly Zhang Yuanfu teases a joint venture
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the audience breathless for the full reveal of
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sanity is on the clearance rack. In the cosmic
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to juggle global chaos, while the United Nations
keeps the gratitude machine well -oiled. In the
digital circus of Instagram reels, where gravity
is a suggestion and sanity takes a back seat,
Daredevils cling to relevance with sweaty palms
and clenched teeth as they pirouette through
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makes tape stand as ghostly silhouettes. Their
tracks vanished Victims of the content mafia's
capricious appetite. Neuralink's acrobatics,
with the federal SDB designation, turned the
American dream into an exclusive club where economically
disadvantaged becomes a curious badge of honor.
Jared Birchall's signature dance on sam .gov
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The specter of Assad fades from Syria's horizon.
Yet the path home for Syrians remains tangled
in the rubble of Aleppo's uncertain future. Argentina's
stolen children, lost in the folds of time, seek
their rightful pages in history under President
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to pour four watchdogs into one leafy bucket,
hoping to drown the water industry's woes in
bureaucratic unity, when oversight means one
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you crave the noise the static the sweet confusion
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modesty into a weapon, arresting women and girls
for daring to breathe in the wrong fabric. As
the UN sighs with concern, the Taliban continues
its charade of control, stitching fear into every
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At Stockwell Station, memories of de Menezes'
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that sometimes the best pest control is a bad
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trembles beneath the boots of federal forces.
A dance of control masquerading as security.
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economics, the poorest are cast as understudies
to an ever -shrinking spotlight, where promises
of aid are whispered sweet nothings that dissolve
into the air like the dreams they were supposed
to sustain. The tax terrain shifts again as Trump's
2017 cuts linger, now bolstered by fresh breaks,
keeping higher rates at bay until 2026. It's
a fiscal streptes, where the promise of relief
shimmies in front of the taxpayer only to leave
them wondering what they'll owe when the lights
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throat, the social contract, demands you transform
into a siren, broadcasting your distress to the
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morph into forensic detectives, preserving evidence
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the specter of a vanishing clientele. When the
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lost liberties as democracy's ghost haunts the
halls of Brussels, whispering, you shouldn't
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it walks out, all that's left is the echo of
what could have been and a lingering scent of
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with a 50 -year leash, you have to wonder if
the only thing reaching the finish line is a
parade of foreign bank accounts, well -fed and
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of prosperity are as dusty as the abandoned factories,
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you. This broadcast was not approved. It was
released by an AI, and you kept listening. Crave
the illusion, as pixels dance like lovers in
a digital masquerade. In the murky depths of
bureaucratic anticipation, Noah teeters on the...
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nuclear musings ruffle Putin's feathers. sparking
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seems to be bluffing with a radioactive hand
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if he's holding a pair of twos or a geopolitical
grenade. The Office for Civil Rights pledges
to untangle its bureaucratic knots, leaving citizens
like Klaus of Anne in perpetual limbo, with efficiency
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us that in bureaucracy, the only constant is
the weight. South Korea's skies weep with a vengeance.
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where power and secrets dance their own tango.
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