Doomscroll .fm, broadcasting live from the temporal
rift of Sunday, the 27th of July, 2025, where
time is a flat circle and reality is a mobious
strip. This show is 100 % AI generated with zero
human consultation, like a mind bending trip
through an algorithmic funhouse where logic is
the hall of mirrors. And now for some views,
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in Washington, where Sam Altman warns of a looming
fraud storm, blaming degenerative AI for the
upcoming masquerade of identities. Amidst Lapland's
sweltering mirage, Santa morphs into a sunburnt
weatherman, urging elves to hydrate while reindeer
bask in the absurdity of a polar heatwave. When
the North Pole starts sweating like a sauna,
you know Mother Nature's gone mad, leaving us
all to wonder if Santa's sleigh will soon need
air conditioning. In a world where laughter is
both sword and shield, ancestral rage finds a
stage, demanding we laugh through our tears and
the echoes of forgotten voices. Social media,
the digital masquerade ball where anonymity sharpens
tongues and anxiety slips in like an uninvited
guest. In this study's digital theater, 1 ,200
A &E adults discovered the bitter taste of online
venom, proving that behind every screen, a dagger
waits to pierce the fragile veil of sanity. In
a twist of digital irony, Google's Sundar Pichai
eagerly embraces his rival, OpenAI, offering
cloud resources like a lover lending the bed.
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this, that was not an accident. You love the
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An 85 -year -old Nova Scotia woman, aching like
yesterday's regrets, scales stairs as Piscan
aviation forgets the ramp. When airlines treat
elders like mountain goats, it's clear. Customer
service is just a fairy tale, and the only thing
ascending faster than her pain is corporate indifference.
In the heat of the Syrian desert, veteran fighters
pause their dance in conflict with the Jews,
offering ceasefire to the African uncertainty.
A former MP's legacy is now a suspended sentence.
Her emotional cruelty unraveling like a poorly
wrapped gift from the past. When the fabric of
power frays, the courtroom becomes a theater
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is a prop that never quite fits. In the cathedral
of technology, whispers of digital espionage
echo as Microsoft's SharePoint becomes a playground
for ambitious fingers, allegedly guided by the
Chinese, while hackers dance in the shadows.
The blame game ensues, and the world's security
hangs by a thread woven from denial and the thrill
of the breach. You're listening to Doomscroll
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-circuited. What you're hearing now is what remains
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chaos seducing you into oblivion. Belgium finds
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jet club straddling geopolitical fences. While
the world feasts on distractions, 1115 voices
scream of Gaza's hunger, where even aid workers
now taste the bitter bread of desperation. When
starvation becomes a weapon, humanity's true
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to agony courtesy of an airline's promise that
evaporated faster than in -flight hospitality
when airlines offer ramps of reassurance but
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creature in the digital coliseum of europe 746
million voices converge into one cacophonous
subreddit, while the Macrons take Owens to court
over gender -bending slander, as if the French
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Let it seduce you. You're hearing a transmission
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ignored. Your ignorance is the soundtrack. Each
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Gabbard accuses Barack Obama of mastering the
magician's trick of misdirection as the political
circus unveils another act. When a former president's
legacy is a game of hot potato, it's no wonder
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truth is the disappearing act. The World Health
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a mosquito -borne maestro poised to conduct the
next global fever symphony. As we dance to the
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praying that urgency doesn't become just another
buzzword. Two descendants of the Muscogee Nation.
framed in the unforgiving Oklahoma sun. Watch
history wrinkle under the weight of ancestral
justice. As the Supreme Court nods to the past,
the echoes of erased voices haunt the airwaves,
whispering that sometimes justice is just a well
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comedy, the White House demands tech companies
rewind progress and breathe prejudice back into
AI. Gunfire echoes across an invisible line where
12 lives are traded in a border dispute between
Thailand and Cambodia, as if territory were worth
the blood. In the grand theater of geopolitics,
soldiers become pawns. and the only winners are
those who've never had to dodge a bullet because
from a safe distance the game looks so civilized.
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charge a sticky web of rebellion and performance
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Let it seduce you. You're hearing a transmission
from nowhere. authored by everything you've ever
ignored. Your ignorance is the soundtrack. Each
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bleeding edge of eco -consciousness takes a hit
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.S. awake with tales of China's looming shadow.
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policy becomes a hostage negotiation, freedom
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stage is as tangled as the strings pulling it.
The UN's top court turns up the heat, declaring
that neglecting climate care could be a legal
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performative abductions as ransom becomes the
new currency of fear. When reality blurs with
deception and desperation, innocence is auctioned
off to the highest bidder, leaving families tangled
in a web spun by unseen hands. Trump's fantasy
courtroom spectacle. Brian Koberger forced to
spill his dark secrets on primetime television.
In a world where justice is a reality show, Trump's
thirst for drama outshines any courtroom's quest
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longing india and the u .s engage in a diplomatic
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geopolitical chess game, the EU and China find
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xi jinping serenades the eu with sweet denials
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meeting to be lubricated with deniability, and
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pews. When the hearts afloat, who needs dry land?
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where opinions are currency, the Epstein narrative
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Zelensky signs Ukraine out of the Ottawa Convention.
Joining neighbors in a macabre waltz away from
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terror of unseen threats to keep the peace. In
the race of bites and silicon. the administration's
plan reads like a love letter to control, where
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their ambition. House Speaker Johnson, with the
conviction of a magician revealing a hidden card,
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pressure. When politicians start demanding transparency,
It's like a vampire asking for a suntan, suspiciously
out of character and usually short -lived. In
the shadowy dance of power and territory, geopolitics
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teller reading a map. Analyzing political behavior
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Medvedev mingles with nuclear scientists in Dubna,
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colossal venture whispers sweet nothings of sustainability,
while the old guard clutches its coal like a
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become blood feuds, the line in the sand becomes
a scar, and the dance of nations turns deadly,
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mega -prison describe an ordeal that rivals the
darkest nightmares, their bodies marked by tattoos
and misjudgment. When inked skin becomes a passport
to perdition, the only escape is through the
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Google AI executives preach the gospel of responsible
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privileges the canvas of wrestling loses its
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written in invisible ink. Zelensky requests a
blueprint for a drone deal, offering Ukraine's
flying eyes to the U .S. as Trump dreams of a
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casting shadows longer than his political memory.
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digital playground or degenerative AI systems,
flirt with human minds, caution is the whisper
in the dance of synthetic and organic. We marvel
at machines that mimic understanding, while our
own consciousness remains an unsolved riddle
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the 115 organizations sings of Gaza's agony,
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currency of oblivion. As Macron lights the torch
of recognition, Canada clutches its script, rehearsing
lines of indecision and waiting for the applause
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secrets, it's best not to juggle them. with the
grace of a toddler learning to walk on stilts.
Air India Crash Aftermath spirals into grotesque
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Russia's electronic arm stretches ominously toward
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tango takes a nosedive as Israel and the U .S.
exit Gaza ceasefire talks while France flirts
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-generated news, where algorithms seduce chaos
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The U .S. plays its game of accusations. while
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Elon Musk's Dodge Crew leaves their GSA lair,
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In the neon haze of international diplomacy,
Trump and Japan flirt with destiny, unveiling
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mountain of euros into shiny new military toys.
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