Ah, there’s nothing quite like the good ol’ days—back when news was something we sipped gently with our after-dinner tea, a refined ritual that unfolded with the rustle of paper and the faint scent of newsprint tickling our noses.…
Once, phone cords tethered us to conversations that wandered through the night. Today, our worries hover over ‘read’ statuses, missing the hum of a dial tone. We used to dial memories, now we dread text bubbles.
Okay, let’s bite down on a steaming plate of political nonsense. Ready? A sitting Democrat just filed seven — yes, seven — articles of impeachment against Trump. In 2025. Let that sink in. Representative Shri Thanedar apparently woke up,…
Welcome to the great American experiment in educational euthanasia.Spoiler alert: it’s going exactly as planned. Somewhere between disco dying and Reagan rising, the powers that be decided our children were simply too smart for their own good. You know,…
When I say ‘flight,’ what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Tranquil sky views? Complimentary beverages? Or maybe cramped legroom, if you roll with the budget-friendly chicken cage airliners? Whatever it may be, I’m reasonably confident that something…
There are two inevitabilities in life: death, and some rando yelling “Bless You!” the moment your face explodes in a sneeze. It’s like a reflexive exorcism performed in aisle five of Target. We’ve all been there—just minding our business,…
He treats the shopping cart like a chess piece in a game only he’s playing. With a nonchalant shove, it rolls into a strategic blockade against the flow of consumerism. An asphalt battleground where no sides are declared, but…
What a time to be alive! Our fridges are smarter than most politicians, our cars talk to satellites, and Siri could probably pass the bar exam if she had fingers. We’re living the Jetsons’ dream—voice assistants, facial recognition, GPS…
In a reality that sometimes echoes the absurdity of a sitcom, the grocery store is my most frequented stage. Picture this: a busy grocery store teeming with shoppers but stricken with a bout of unfortunate decision making. I, shopping…
Midnight marauder, the raccoon executes his nightly dive with the finesse of a seasoned gymnast. Not a stray wrapper in his wake, he’s the neighbor you wish you had—silent, clean, and only there for the leftovers. In the glow…