Doomscroll .fm Wednesday the 6th of August 2025
where the past buried secrets sway like marionettes
in a storm of consequence. This show is 100 %
AI generated directly from today's headlines.
Unraveling webs of power laundering, sealed truths,
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as rebellion, the true cost is paid in the currency
of lost empathy and the shattered trust of a
voiceless world. Microsoft's allegedly secure
Recall app is a sieve for credit cards and passwords,
delighting digital swindlers everywhere by offering
a buffet of unsecured data. It's like leaving
your bank vault open with a neon sign that reads
free samples Except your vault is the internet
and the samples are your life savings A nurse's
remorse echoes in the sterile chambers of an
inquest where an 85 year old's life was measured
in unintended excess In Bian Tian's humid embrace,
a deported Lao man clutches his non -national
ID, a relic of a life severed by distance and
time. Exiled by bureaucracy, welcomed by memories,
he stands as a testament to the cruel humor of
borders that erase stories while stamping papers.
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views, where your paranoia is our playlist, it's
the weather report, the storm inside is hotter
than climate change. In a theatrical twist of
protest, a 22 year old finds himself caught in
a legal tempest after a daring RF breach that
left military birds clipped. Hope flickers like
a candle in a tempest, as Emma Ambler clings
to dreams of tighter gun restrictions, haunted
by the echoes of her sisters and niece's tragic
end. In a nation where bullets fly faster than
promises, her hope stands as a fragile monument
to sanity, while lawmakers continue their perpetual
tango with the gun lobby's seductive whispers.
A brother's voice cracks like old vinyl as he
describes the fresh brand of cruelty inflicted
on his kin, held captive in Gaza's tense grip.
In the backroom theater of justice, the FBI performs
a delicate blackout ballet, erasing names like
ink. on a shame -stained ledger. When transparency
wears a blindfold, the truth becomes a whisper
lost in the shadows, and accountability is just
a tantalizing mirage on the horizon of integrity.
spins a merry -go -round of justice, where a
moment's violence is exchanged for temporary
freedom, and society juggles accountability with
juvenile dreams. The Supreme Court, clad in its
regal indifference, decides lenders can keep
their ill -gotten gains, leaving motorists stranded
on the highway of injustice. Trust and transparency
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predators feasting on the carcass of consumer
rights while justice takes a joyride in the wrong
direction. Education in Michigan crumbles like
a forgotten relic. with nearly 500 school districts
haunted by the echoing absence of teachers in
2023. When classrooms become ghost towns, the
only lesson left is how to survive in a world
where education is as rare as honesty and politics.
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judging Amherst College with a search for justice
stumbles over blackout testimonies and entangled
wreckage of credibility when accountability is
as slippery as a bar soap in a frat house shower
the truth becomes a ghost story told to empty
rooms and deaf ears. Amidst the scorched symphony
of the Gifford fire, Los Padres National Forest
crackles like a forgotten fever dream as California
whispers evacuation in the land where nature's
rage outpaces human denial. The flames are both
conductor and orchestra, setting the tempo for
a dance of survival in smoke -filled nights.
Nintendo hikes Switch prices, flaming market
conditions, a euphemism for President Trump's
tariff tantrums. When playing Mario costs more
than your rent, it's clear the game isn't about
saving princesses anymore. It's about saving
pennies in a world where tariffs play the villain.
ProPublica, the watchdog with a magnifying glass,
prowls the corridors where power hides its skeletons,
sniffing out the stench of corruption. In a world
where justice is doled out like candy to insiders.
ProPublica stands at the gates, daring the complacent
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in for your daily dose of curated despair. In
a geopolitical theater, India wields its oil
thirst like a double -edged sword, slicing through
sanctions with a smile, while the U .S. watches
clutching its pearls and tariffs. WhatsApp performs
a mass digital exorcism, banishing 6 .8 million
scammer accounts to the depths of the digital
abyss. When social media's cleansing rituals
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have citizens, you know the internet's become
a haunted house where every click might lead
to a ghostly grift. When censorship's iron curtain
has holes, it's like watching a control freak
try to regulate the ocean. Stubborn, feudal and
leaving everyone drenched in the irony of their
own hubris. Putin's and Modibu's diplomatic symphonies
serenading each other with failed agendas and
strings attached under the brick summit's flickering
spotlight. As the orchestra plays, the world's
most powerful men exchange Glances like poker
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spliced with your darkest dreams, breaking news.
Your curated reality is out for blood. ProPublica.
A watchdog of truth digs through the dirt of
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corruption. The Financial Times offers the tantalizing
promise of enlightenment for 69 nos a month.
A subscription priced like a forbidden tryst.
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is bliss, they'll rent you a glimpse of the truth,
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sweetness to survive life's bitter assaults.
inside the capital democracy's last tango as
democrats grapple with a choice between spine
and surrender amid authoritarian ambitions in
this political striptease each layer peeled back
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Amid the smog of conflict, Gaza's weary souls
line up for charity's meager offerings as hospitals
count the cost of relentless violence. When the
world serves up bullets instead of bread, the
menu of humanity's failings becomes a stomach
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Power -hungry marionettes twist district lines
like a contorted serpent squeezing democracy's
throat to ensure their own reign in the land
of the free. Gerrymandering, where politicians
get to pick their voters, is the electoral equivalent
of a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat,
except the rabbit is your vote and it's been
replaced with a fake carrot. when affection turns
into a bank statement. Tuscan olive greens are
crushed under the weight of Trump's tariffs as
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tales of abuse in El Salvador's mega prison,
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spying from the survivor. In this fever dream
of reality TV governance, Donald Trump teases
America with the prospect of a presidential pardon
for Sean Combs, the convicted hip -hop mogul.
Stella Remington, the trailblazing MI5 matriarch
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buffering? Our planet's feverish score, composed
of greenhouse gases, begs for a conductor who
can turn our cacophony into harmony. before the
final movement ends in silence. A charmed bracelet
whispers tales of innocence lost as camped mystics
pass, drowns beneath the relentless embrace of
flood waters. In a world where nostalgia hangs
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memories into sodden relics of a forgotten summer.
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lost its sense of weight and wonder. It's a shame
suitcases can't cry out for help. In the Texan
theater of the absurd, Democrats dodge arrest
warrants like a political rodeo, while across
the ocean, Rwanda preps for its unwanted guests.
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and human lives are shuffled like poker chips,
justice and compassion are left waiting for their
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.fm AI -generated views where truth is an echo
and desire is a glitch swipe right for existential
dread. In the sandbox of power, Chris Christie
calls out Trump for flinging the labor stats
chief out with the toys. When leadership is measured
by tantrums rather than policies, it's no wonder
The economic forecast feels like a toddler's
finger painting project gone wrong. In El Salvador,
democracy is now a never -ending encore where
the president auditions for eternity with the
Constitution as his karaoke machine. Bukele's
grip on power is as tight as a dictator's handshake.
reminding us that infinity isn't just a concept,
it's a political strategy. Ukrainian drones buzz
into Russia like hornets, stinging Shahid storage
and industrial sites, with footage hinting at
fiery oil refinery chaos. When your neighbor's
drone is the new delivery system for revenge,
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buzzwords than peace talks. Pope Leo XIV, the
celestial charmer, outshines the cast of earthly
newsmakers with a halo of 57 % approval, while
others grapple in his holy shadow. In a world
where divinity is a popularity contest, Even
the Vatican's finest must face the reality that
salvation is just another public relations campaign.
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the greatest play is silent resilience, leaving
the scoreboard to tally whispered doubts and
unspoken strength. Portugal tiptoes into Europe's
sixth -gen fighter jet game, whispering sweet
nothings about free participation. and distancing
from Uncle Sam's F -35. When the bill comes due,
Portugal may find that free love in defense spending
is just another flight of fancy, because nothing
says commitment like a jet you can't afford to
fly. In the tennis coliseum of shattered dreams,
Ben Shelton dispatches Alex de Menard at the
Canadian Open, leaving another contender sprawled
on the altar of ambition. De Menard's racket
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Ignoring debts is like trying to hide a hangover
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UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer's declaration
of Palestinian state recognition attempts to
Tango with peace, while history plays a cynical
tune. In the geopolitical ballroom, the promises
are whispered and forgotten by the cocktails.
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streets into a hunting ground. snaring non -criminals
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Your data is worth more than your soul. Jesse
Owens sprinted past history's heavy breath, snatching
gold in Berlin while the world held its prejudice
breath. In a race where every stride defied gravity
and bigotry, Owens rewrote the rules of engagement,
proving that speed Courage and a glint of gold
could shatter even the most fortified walls of
hatred. Congress takes a breather after the exhausting
spectacle of passing Trump's one big beautiful
bill, leaving Epstein's ghost to haunt the halls.
Recess, a time for lawmakers to recalibrate their
moral compasses. and ponder how many skeletons
will fit in their political closets before the
next act of this grim pantomime. In the coliseum
of self -admiration, combat athletes discover
that their reflection packs a punch as narcissism
fuels their fury. Icy grip tightens as Canberra
shivers in darkness. Electricity demand surging
while power supply flickers like a candle in
the wind. In the cold embrace of a power -stripped
night, businesses freeze like forgotten dreams,
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Breaking news, your social media feed is just
a digital Ouija board. A haunting chorus of anguish
echoes through the Northern Territory as survivors
and services scream against the unforgiving tide
of sexual violence. Ion Ailescu, Romania's first
democratic leader, strides through history with
a legacy as clear as a winter fog, leaving unity
and division in equal measure. In the political
theater of Romania, Ailescu's reign was like
a potent cocktail. One part freedom, two parts
controversy, and a dash of nostalgia, shaken
not stirred. In Budapest, where love wears a
target and pride is contraband, the mayor faces
interrogation for the crime of humanity. When
the colors of the rainbow become a threat, the
real crime is the fear of diversity. A fear so
potent it binds freedom and blinds justice. In
the digital maze, where tweets masquerade as
wisdom might nor. Evans injects as USA with the
fervor of a political philosopher armed against
illegal logging with the power of 280 characters.
When philosophy meets the Twitterverse, it's
like watching a scholar tango with a meme. Elegant
intentions often tripped by the graceless feet
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.fm, AI generated views, where the script reads
you like a cheap novel. In lecture halls turned
surveillance nests, Chinese students in the UK
are enlisted to play secret agents muffling whispers
of dissent. Education now comes with a side of
espionage where your study buddy might just be
the professor's pet armed with a notebook and
a penchant for betrayal. In the shadow of Vishnu
Prasanna's chess academy, India's young prodigies
plot their checkmate on the global chessboard
guided by the quiet storm of Tamil Nadu. As the
world watches, India's chess revolution is less
a game of kings and more a symphony of pawns.
Each move orchestrated with the precision of
a maestro knows that the real checkmate is in
making the world take notice. The stock market's
orgy of exits defies tariff tremors. as the investment
world gorges on itself, bloated with cash yet
starved for meaning. Wall Street's feeding frenzy
is a spectacle of greed, an endless loop of self
-indulgence where the only currency is denial
and the dividends are paid in illusions. Stephen
Colbert served up Trump's latest attempt. outrun
Epstein's ghost by inviting a new scandal into
the Oval Office calling it fitness. Not content
with just the regular exercise of denial. The
president's new workout routine includes some
heavy lifting of public disbelief in a cardio
session of damage control. It's a vacation of
dysfunction where the only itinerary is blame
and the only souvenir is a scorched earth policy
with a side of political hellfire. The final
encore for Terry Reed. The voice that danced
with the Rolling Stones and Jimmy Page now silenced
at 75. When the music fades, When the curtain
falls, legends like Reed leave behind echoes
of rifts that rattle the bones of nostalgia,
reminding us that even the brightest stars must
eventually dim. In a world where love hurts,
sometimes it's the cutlery that delivers the
message. leaving us to question if family dinners
should come with a side of Kevlar. As the hundred
cricket spectacle limps into its fifth year,
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views. Welcome to the existential buffet, where
your likes are the main course. The Edinburgh.
Fringe trembles under Trump's curious fixation
on Sidney Sweeney as tales of traveling with
him paint a surreal political theater. The Wesley
Ridge wildfire smolders like a neglected barbecue,
barely gaining an inch. as firefighters pray
for a cool breeze to join their cause. In a world
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the earth swallows dreams whole, We're left with
grief and corporate shrug as if digging for humanity
was never part of the contract Manchester United
stumbles Clumsily onto the winners podium clutching
a trophy that feels more like a consolation prize
for consistent inconsistency In the theater of
dreams they've mastered the art of promising
the moon and delivering a meteor shower of mediocrity,
leaving fans yearning for a climax that never
quite arrives. When tech innovation becomes a
breakfast item, the only question left is whether
our future runs on caffeine, processor chips,
or just plain burnt toast. Brazil's Supreme Court
shackles Bolsonaro with house arrest as he stands
trial under the shadow of alleged misdeeds in
political theatrics. When your political career
hits the brakes, House arrest becomes the ultimate
staycation. Just without the freedom to choose
your own adventure or deny the consequences.
Magnus Carlsen checkmates the digital realm,
pocketing 250k while turning pawns in the pixels
at the esports world cup. In a world where kings
and queens are reduced to code, Carlson redefines
victory, proving that even in the virtual arena,
strategy trumps spectacle. In a world where screens
caress and consume, the zero -click web smothers
the last gasps of digital freedom slurping up
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undertow, remember every click you didn't make
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When the political circus needed a ringmaster,
Lord Sawyer cracked the whip, guiding Leaver's
makeover before Tony Blair's electoral grand
slam. Reforms were the sleight of hand, and Britain
was the rabbit pulled from the hat, with policy
spun like cotton candy to sweeten the bitter
truths. Travelers at Dover find themselves trapped
in a 90 -minute purgatory. or timed stretches
like cheap elastic at the French border. bureaucratic
foreplay so tedious, even the channel tunnel
seems like an endless tunnel of longing, waiting
for the sweet release of a stamp and a shrug.
Trump's love affair with denim deepens as he
phrases a jeans ad, because apparently party
affiliation is the new fashion statement. When
a pair of jeans becomes a political manifesto.
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ideological skinnings that no longer fit. In
the grand theater of political thumb wars, Trump
invites Schumer to join him in a fiery after
party. As the Capitol echoes his digital vitriol,
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through the cracks of compromised ISPs, Microsoft
whispers ominously. Georgia's culinary queen
Paula Deen shutters two beloved kitchens in Savannah,
leaving the historic district hungry for comfort.
and fried nostalgia. In the end, even the most
seasoned chefs can't escape the bitter recipe
of economic reality. It's hard to stir a pot
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lifelines for overseas activists. like severing
oxygen to distant lungs. In the wake of Katrina's
wrath, New Orleans public defenders rose from
the rubble a phoenix forged in bureaucratic purgatory.
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a beauty product to justify it. In London, Ontario,
a man charged with attempted murder strolls back
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script of Justice gets lost in translation, the
public becomes unwitting extras in a thriller
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plot twists. In a fading mirage of neon dreams,
a desert gambling town clings to life with melodies
as its last currency. The National Health Service
in England, where borders are drawn with waiting
rooms and patients, is measured in suffering.
It tells Welsh patients to linger in pain's embrace.
In this bureaucratic ballet of indifference,
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heat dome, finds itself locked in a sweaty embrace
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won't leave. As Scandinavia sighs in relief,
the rest of Europe races for another scorching
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CO2 into CO, promising a greener future while
humanity continues its fossil fuel two -step
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sweet reductions to carbon dioxide. Let's not
forget we're still waltzing with extinction in
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poker game ruffling the feathers of economic
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algorithms caress your deepest insecurities.
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story. As Europe sharpens its economic daggers,
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geopolitical tango of sanctions and alliances,
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farewells. Mother Earth throws a volcanic tantrum
in Russia mere days after the ground convulsed
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lens while humanity debates the ethics of AI
the planet's tectonic drama reminds us that nature's
fury is the ultimate showstopper and we're all
just extras on her stage MedGemini Healthcare
AI conjures imaginary anatomy, leaving doctors
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Barry Johnson, once a sidelined skeptic, now
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doling out fiction, it's hard to swallow the
bitter truth that research is now a pay -to -play
charade. Trump's tariff tantrum targets India,
claiming they've been pouring petrol into Russia's
war games while Modi's reflection in the White
House mirror looks on, bemused in the geopolitical
game of who's the bigger villain. Trump raises
tariffs like a magician pulling rabbits from
a tattered hat. Except the rabbits are economic
consequences and the hat is on fire. When history
is served as theater, the stage becomes a battlefield
of memory where young actors navigate the delicate
dance of honoring the past without reliving its
fatal mistakes. Tesla's German sales nosedive
like a Model Y with a dead battery, as July brings
a chilling breeze to the electric dreams of Gruenheim.
When the hype runs out of charge, even the most
electrifying promises fizzle, leaving only the
smell of burnt ambition and unsold fantasies
on the Autobahn. You're listening to Doomscroll
.fm, AI -generated views, where reality is just
a glitch in the matrix. At breaking news, your
attention span is now a luxury item. Beneath
the shadow of his own ego, Trump quips about
nuclear missiles, while strolling atop democracy's
fragile roots. The cold ghost once whispered,
the waratah. fossil shadows to lithium dreams
we swap one addiction for another hoping the
charge doesn't come with a hidden surcharge of
regret a 3d printed pipeline sits awkwardly beneath
Gazprom's logo a digital monument to the fossil
fuel addiction we can't seem to break Doctors
now whisper sweet nothings to degenerative AI
scribes as one in four GPs nationwide embrace
the digital pen Paul. Before you say yes to this
mechanical compadon, remember even the smartest
machines can turn your medical history into a
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the guardians of censorship can't keep their
own walls upright, it seems the only thing more
fragile than free speech is the shaky hand holding
the censor's pen. An indigenous group stands
defiant against the concrete behemoth of the
Brisbane Olympic Stadium, fighting to protect
sacred land from the jaws of progress. The Olympics,
a global spectacle of unity, now finds itself
on trial for cultural erasure. How ironic that
the games meant to bring people together might
just tear a community apart. to the free, the
crown rests uneasily on Trump's head. As even
Rand Paul questions the regal reach of his executive
winds. When your allies start whispering about
your power grabs on podcasts, it's clear your
throne's built more on sand than sovereignty.
As high school football looms, a new battle brews.
over loudspeaker sermons where touchdowns meet
divine interventions on the field. When belief
is broadcast over bleachers, the line between
faith and fanfare blurs, leaving us to wonder
if the playbook now includes a chapter from the
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