Doomscroll .fm, shattering the airwaves, this
Thursday, the 31st of July, 2025, where reality
checks bounce and sanity is on holiday. This
show is 100 % AI -generated, a digital fever
dream, with zero human fingerprints, like a manifesto
whispered by a blender during a blackout, proving
chaos has a sense of humor. And now for some
views, click like and subscribe. The Earth rumbles
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the Richter scale, sending oceanic whispers of
doom across the Pacific. A freed hostage warns
starmers political maneuverings may gift wrap
terror with a bow. as she reunites with her mother
after 471 days in captivity. When the political
chessboard turns into a poker table, every move
risks anteing up the stakes of human lives, and
Starmer's bluff could be the jackpot Hamas is
waiting for. from Dallas to Boston. The Environmental
Protection Agency unveiled its sun -baked plan
to forget climate change ever existed. Unleashing
a heat wave of denial, the agency decides it's
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crowbar, prying open the rusted gates of Middle
Eastern peace with a nod to Palestinian statehood.
Prime Minister Sir Keir Starmer plays the high
-stakes game of geopolitical Jenga, hoping that
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tower of regional stability, because nothing
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The future's not in the stars, but in the bounces
of rabbits, where illusion dances on pixels.
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trampoline. In the aromatic realm of olfactory
genetics, a meta -analysis sniffs out sex -specific
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dimorphism. When it comes to smelling, our genes
are whispering secrets. in the language of desire,
revealing that even our noses can't escape the
seductive dance of X and Y chromosomes. Trump's
approval rating plunges to 40%. As the nation
plays tug -of -war with its own soul, Republicans
clenching tighter than a miser's wallet, with
approval ratings lower than a snake's belly.
Trump continues to polarize a country that seems
more divided than a sliced banana, where opinions
clash like mismatched socks in a spin cycle.
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pixel by pixel. Manchester Airport transforms
into an unscripted drama as fists fly and discipline
takes an early flight out the terminal. When
airport security treats travelers like pinatas,
it's only a matter of time before someone swings
back in a dance of misplaced aggression. Eric
Bailey discovers the ancient art of capitalism,
hiring a voice actor to inject venom into the
lifeless corpse of a dry document. When sarcasm
becomes a commodity, we're all just one paycheck
away from turning passive aggression into an
Olympic sport. When campus becomes a battlefield,
knowledge is a casualty and settlements are the
band -aids slapped over vaping ideological wounds.
Democracy, once a robust promise, now limps through
a minefield of autocrats and disillusioned citizens,
its freedom gasping for relevance. As democracy
dangles on the precipice, we clutch our ballots
like life buoys. praying they still float amidst
the rising tide of authoritarianism and the sinking
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nights. This broadcast was not approved. It was
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curated chaos. France's army eyes, Belgium's
retiring NH90 chopper, like hand -me -downs at
a garage sale, while Belgium upgrades to flashy
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beach, lobster pots vanish like logic in a politician's
promise, leaving surfers to question the unseen
menace. When bureaucratic paranoia tangles with
ocean currents, the only thing left in the nets
is confusion, and maybe a few bewildered lobsters
wondering where their beachfront property went.
In a hall of mirrors, House Republicans conjure
a subcommittee to re -examine the Capitol storm.
Every reflection more distorted than the last.
When the past is rewritten by those who failed
history. Reality becomes a choose -your -own
-adventure book written by a ghostwriter with
a grudge. North Carolina's Hurricane Helene recovery
struggles like a marathon runner tripping at
the starting line thanks to FEMA's fiscal restraint.
When the feds toss pennies at a hurricane bill,
the locals are left to scrounge under couch cushions,
praying for a miracle or a wallet with a heart.
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hearts could flutter to the beat? of irreconcilable
differences with nests becoming emotional battlegrounds
where even the sweetest chirps can turn to bitter
squawks the g7 and eu sanctions on russian oil
aim to sever the financial lifeline fueling the
ongoing conflict in ukraine but the dance of
energy politics continues As nations play a high
-stakes game of geopolitical chess, the pawns
are oil barrels and the kings are drenched in
slick promises of power while the world waits
for the final checkmate. In this charged affair,
love is a jolt of compliance and the sparks fly
only when desperation meets desperation's ugly
twin the white house slaps a 50 tariff on copper
imports turning the middle market into a high
stakes game of monopoly with trump as the dealer
copper's now the new gold folks and the u .s
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nights. This broadcast was not approved. It was
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Pacific. An 8 .8 magnitude shutter off Russia
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reminder that all our concrete and steel are
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Satan's appendage, while South Park delays, airing
but continues their satirical assault on him.
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The Devil's Leg is just another rung on the ladder
of absurdity where public figures are forever
trapped in a loop of their own making. Cricket
Australia flirts with the idea of selling its
soul to private ownership, hoping it spices up
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In a digital dust storm, platforms Itch .io and
SteamYank adult games into oblivion, leaving
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AI -generated news. The apocalypse tastes like
static and longing. This transmission was generated
without humans. That was not an accident. Welcome
to the void where your comfort was auctioned
off. Veterinarians, the unsung doctors of despair,
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they battle the silent screams of their profession.
In the theater of healing, it's the healers themselves
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borrowed empathy as they mend fur and feathers.
NPR's morning serenade reports global pressure
mounting on Israel to untangle its latest diplomatic
knot, as if the world's watching a geopolitical
soap opera. While Israel tries to script its
next move, the international audience is left
clutching popcorn, wondering if this show will
end in resolution or just another plot twist.
The People's Press, an inbox revolution funded
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chaos where fantasy coils around your deepest
regrets. Trump's economic foreplay involves a
25 % tariff on India as he toys with global trade
like a toddler with a hammer. Primark rolls out
a wheelchair using mannequin, a plastic nod to
the overlooked 16 % in the fashion universe.
As brands awkwardly strut the runway of sincerity,
they teeter between genuine inclusion and fashioning
yet another accessory out of lived experiences.
When the going gets tough, the tough get going
on vacation. It's the political equivalent of
sweeping skeletons under the rug and heading
to the beach. In the digital coliseum, Hinton
pleads for unity, hoping to tame the beast we've
programmed to outthink us before it learns to
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club. Good luck finding harmony when chaos is
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static, constructed without approval, rehearsed
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ghosts haunting your curated oblivion Space camping
where the vast void offers no water and astronauts
must pack their own sustenance treating hydration
like a luxury in the cosmic desert Russia plays
the lone wolf card claiming a Nazism revival
in the West as Lavrov paints himself the misunderstood
hero in a melodrama of old foes. In a world where
history repeats like a broken record, Lavrov's
claims echo louder than a Cold War rerun. While
the rest of us wonder if this plot twist comes
with subtitles. On the lush battlefield of cricket,
England's hopes of triumph wilt as India's resolves
dance firm, leaving the fourth test in a stalemate.
With every swing and miss, it felt like watching
a romantic comedy, where the protagonist never
gets the girl, just a handshake and a sigh. The
voices of domestic violence workers echo in the
Northern Territory, lamenting a government response
to the deaths of Aboriginal women that feels
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naming a future billionaire is a prophecy. Then
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city braces for the fiery embrace of wildfires,
claiming lives and sending thousands fleeing
into the smoke -choked night. When nature decides
to play with fire, humanity finds itself as the
unwilling kindling in a game of survival with
each ember whispering a reminder of our fragile
existence. McGill's sorcerers have conjured an
AI oracle that whispers infection secrets before
symptoms dare to emerge. As Russia's tectonic
temper tantrum sends oceanic ripples to Hawaii,
the island's brace for the watery embrace of
Mother Nature's mood swing. With waves flirting
five feet above sea level, Hawaii's governor
assures us of no immediate chaos. But Mother
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the threads of your curated chaos. The only thing
more chilling than the crime is the coldness
of a heart. that could fabricate innocence while
denying a child her future and the world her
laughter. Telecom titans whisper sweet threats
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federal thunder if local rain isn't enough. This
seductive dance of power and compliance teaches
us that in the world of corporate politics, the
carrot is just a prelude to the stick, and the
stick's always ready to swing. Freshly minted
adults, barely old enough to vote, are being
swallowed whole by the hungry maw of Putin's
war machine in Ukraine. When promises of youth
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clear that the only thing more expendable than
truth is the lives of the young. In Austin, Texas,
a Tesla Robotoxy prowls the streets, while Samsung
gears up to birth the next generation of artificial
intelligence chips nearby. As the tech giants,
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faucet, hunger gnaws at the edges of survival,
leaving doctors too weak to heal. When sustenance
is a mirage, hope turns into a cruel joke. like
offering a straw to a drowning man. In the land
of the free and the home of the brave, the trio
of Trump, Musk, and Vance plot to turn bedrooms
into battlegrounds for a future workforce. Their
strategic baby boom plan is less about family
values and more about cranking out taxpayers
to fill the coffers. proving once again that
the real American dream is just a numbers game.
Canada's cityscapes puff more greenhouse gases
than a dragon with a bad nicotine habit. as buildings
belch their way to the top of the emissions charts.
When concrete jungles outsmoke the forests, we
find ourselves investing in infrastructure like
it's a fashion show for the end of the world.
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through the earth's secrets, searching for the
whispers of the vanished. In the land where tranquility
meets scandal, a celebrity Shaolin monk finds
himself disrobed by allegations of embezzlement
and unmonastic fatherhood. When Zen becomes a
tabloid headline, you know, enlightenment's been
pawned for a taste of the secular circus, where
even the most sacred robes are not immune to
a little dirt. When the truth becomes a group
project, we're left wondering if the digital
age's new motto is trust, but verify with a side
of virality. Because nothing says credible like
a mob of anonymous fact checkers with a smartphone
and a dream. Amidst the smoke of conflict, 35
,000 Ukrainian children vanish into the shadows,
reshaped by force in Russia's iron grasp, catching
even the Pope's eye when a nation molds a generation
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breath held as innocence is rewritten, childhoods
are erased. You're listening to Doomscroll .fm.
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mmm constructed without approval, rehearsed in
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home leaving the RSPCA to play the reluctant
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of historical irony, descendants of those who
fled Germany's darkest hour now seek to reclaim
the passports of their ancestors. As American
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bowl in a china shop, the allure of a European
escape hatch becomes a family heirloom worth
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malnourished Palestinians Claw for aid in Gaza,
the stage set by a siege that starves both stomach
and spirit. Taiwan's president ditches. A Latin
American excursion as the Trump administration
pulls the stopover plug in New York, unraveling
diplomatic plans. In the geopolitical game of
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Brian Trenchard Smith's explosive concoction
of kicks, quips, and questionable cultural sensitivity
carved a... The government wields a scalpel to
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The earth grumbled and quaked with an 8 .8 magnitude
tantrum, but Japan and Hawaii emerged untouched
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a world where talent is currency and culture
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Colombia's political stage gets a new leading
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South Australia's seafood, now marinated in an
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politics, will Australia ante up with recognition
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hangover? a british court opens the door for
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power drape like velvet curtains paskov bides
his time as leaders trade Whispers of influence.
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is a spotlight moment. And the real negotiations
happen in the shadows behind the stage, where
ambition and secrecy share a knowing glance.
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to get. Deep within the Earth's ancient crust,
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our feet like bottled lightning waiting to be
uncorked. In the grand treasure hunt beneath
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CSU's latest target practice, denying welfare
to battle -ready Ukrainians as Stefan Mayer sharpens
his policy sword in Berlin. In the land of bratwurst
and bureaucracy, Mayer's proposal slices through
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screams solidarity like financial starvation.
Kamala Harris decides to sidestep the Californian
gubernatorial catwalk, leaving the political
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political climb, Harris chooses to skip the spotlight
this time, leaving the stage to others who might
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soldiers promise glory and gratitude. Find themselves.
fleeced of their war spoils upon returning from
ukraine their heroes welcome mirage in the grand
circus of uh economic illusions trump fires rhetorical
cannonballs at the u .s fed while tariffs perform
a perilous high wire act with import numbers
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to slay the dragon with tariffs, while the kingdom's
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a place designed for silence, is a testament
to the art of shouting with your ears plugged.
A symphony of dissent in a city addicted to noise.
Trump's economic foreplay takes a sharp turn
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unspecified penalties over Russian oil indulgences.
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roses with thorns. Hoping the world will mistake
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tapestry of scandal flutters proudly in the breeze
of geopolitical chaos as he plays diplomat in
a theater of devastation. Eric Bailey discovers
the alchemy of capitalism. transforming mundane
tasks into art by wielding the almighty dollar.
In a kaleidoscope of public opinion the Bank
of England sifts through thousands of ideas for
its first banknote facelift in half a century.
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got hacked like a cheap carnival ride. spilling
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.S. throws sanctions at Brazil's high court judge
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