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in a student -fueled anti -Semitism uproar, leaving
compassion stranded at the border. In the world's
political theater, empathy often gets caught
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hogs the spotlight with a smirk and a shrug.
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shifting sands of belonging, Badenot crafts a
new narrative, one where the heart migrates faster
than the passport. Centuries of witch trials
saw a hundred thousand souls, mostly women, snared
by Europe's fevered imaginations, where truth
was as twisted as the noose. When fear and misogyny
conspire, the flames of ignorance dance on the
pyres of reason. leaving a legacy of ash and
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duel for the title of ultimate career killer,
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spilled coffee. The puppeteer refuses to cut
the strings. Netanyahu's Gaza ambitions dance
unchecked and Trump holds the scissors with a
grin. In the theater of power, it's easier to
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box China's digital overlords tug NVIDIA's leash
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of the Rose Garden, President Trump inspects
renovations with the enthusiasm of a man admiring
his own reflection in a gold -plated mirror.
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Korean scientists unveil CPC -0303, a potential
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of curated despair. When negotiations feel like
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terrain, the sky reveals a mosaic of rubble,
dust, and graves, whispering untold stories of
loss and resilience. In this theater of destruction,
humanity clings to hope amidst the debris, while
the world watches silent and complicit from the
comfort of its collective denial. Global outrage
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trade concrete for chlorophyll therapy, even
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In the land down under, where kangaroos bounce
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When your ideology is so rancid, Even the internet's
sewers won't take you. It's time to question
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The courtroom turns into a circus as Trump media's
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Like a magician's trick gone wrong, the tariffs
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Badenoch's childhood in Nigeria was a relentless
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Your data's worth more than your soul The ceasefire's
fragile whisper fades As Israel contemplates
a full embrace of Gaza, the echo of stall talks
ringing ominously in the dawn. In the theater
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tariffs loom like a gaudy neon sign declaring,
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Mali's ex -PM Musa Mara gets a courtroom encore
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missing The void fills with the static hum of
silence Each headline a ghost of its former self
When reality refuses to play We're left to fabricate
our own absurdities, where truth is a mirage
and headlines dissolve like dreams at dawn. In
the polished realms of prosperity, 12 % of youth
shoulder the invisible burden of unpaid family
care, their mental health, the unspoken casualty,
in the glittering facade of developed nations.
We outsource compassion to the young, offering
them neither protection nor praise as they cradle
the weight of familial neglect and silent servitude.
In this judicial brawl, the fists are flying
over who gets to define identity. was Shapiro
betting his political chips on compassion over
coercion. Every step is a calculated gamble of
gravity as runners ponder whether their knees
are the sacrificial lambs in their quest for
endorphins. The real question isn't if running
wrecks your knees, but if the thrill of the chase
is worth the price of cartilage. Because in this
race, it's not the years, it's the mileage. Small
boats act like sardines with desperation. Skin
the UK's shower shores. Politicians scramble
to flex their muscles and smash the gangs. In
the theater of power, they play whack -a -mole
with human lives, each splash in the channel,
a haunting reminder that policies aren't life
vests, just political props. When the soundtrack
of your life is the hum of drones, freedom feels
like a fleeting illusion, and every shadow becomes
a reminder that escape is just another word for
a temporary reprieve. In a charade of transparency,
the Justice Department confesses that the Epstein
-Maxwell Grand Jury transcripts are as revealing
as a politician's moral compass. Like a magician,
revealing the secret to a trick no one wanted
to see. The administration dangles these documents
to distract from the real sleight of hand happening
behind closed doors. where the script reads you
like a cheap novel. Like a match to Tinder, his
prayer ignited a diplomatic inferno, reminding
us that sacred spaces become political minefields
when arrogance wears the robe of faith. In the
dusty corridors of power, Sudan points a trembling
finger at the UAE, accusing it of hiring Colombian
guns for a civil war sideshow. When money speaks
louder than peace, and hired hands become the
hands of fate. A war -torn nation watches as
its sovereignty is auctioned off to the highest
bidder with a taste for chaos. In this barren
silence, we find ourselves longing for the thrill
of the narrative fix, each headline a mirage
of what could have been. Nature's tempestuous
symphony sweeps across New South Wales, orchestrating
a cacophony of wind, rain and snow. While the
state emergency services play their frantic tune
of salvation as the elements throw their tantrum
It seems the state is left juggling umbrellas
and snow shovels Wondering if Mother Nature's
having a midlife crisis or just a particularly
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