“More than 145 people in a wide range of occupations have been fired or disciplined after they made statements about the assassination of Charlie Kirk.” —The New York Times
They lost their jobs when set upon by mourning MAGA minions, Since nothing says “free speech” like getting sacked for one’s opinions.
“Tilly Norwood: how scared should we be of the viral AI ‘actor’? A bunch of code is being pushed as the next Scarlett Johansson, a creation that is already causing pushback from real human actors” —The Guardian
How scared should we be of this Tilly? Myself, I’m enchanted by her: Her simper is—possibly—silly, Her teeth on occasion may blur, But look how she’s prettily sitting, Sweet face amid billowy hair: No wonder her rivals are spitting, And pushing to make her a scare! They call her a composite starlet, Or more of a smiling black hole, A knock-off of Margot and Scarlett, With code and electrics for soul; It’s scary, they cry, that some fusion Should land on our turf and lay claim, As if we were just an illusion Who look and behave all the same! Her agents aren’t troubled. At present, They say, she’s not ready to speak: No doubt she won’t long be quiescent, But surely they’ll grant her a week For wordlessly clasping her kneecaps: I’m sure that, promoted or banned, She’ll give what we ask for (with recaps); Already she cries on demand.
“[D]ental surgeon Dr. John Sottosanti presents striking evidence that the lower teeth of the man on the Shroud of Turinmay, in fact, be visible… Sottosanti argues [this] could only appear if the image were seared onto the cloth by a burst of radiant energy at the moment of Christ’s Resurrection.” —Zenit
Readily, steadily, skeptics and scientists scoff at the argument, yet underneath
all of their claims that it’s unverifiable have to acknowledge it might have some teeth.
“‘No more beardos’: Hegseth gives military branches 60 days to end shaving waivers for almost all US troops” —Stars and Stripes
There is now a new regime, and as harsh as it may seem, It’s your duty to be sharper than a knife (Though we’re hoping you won’t notice That it’s all to serve a POTUS Who has never served a minute in his life).
“Trump hangs autopen photo instead of Biden portrait in new presidential gallery” —The Guardian
In Biden’s place, he hangs an autopen, With all his customary grace and sense. No honor, then, for Sleepy Joe; but then, Consider how Trump would have hanged Mike Pence.
“Seven charities have dropped the Duchess of York as a patron or ambassador after an email from 2011 revealed that she called sex offender Jeffrey Epstein her ‘supreme friend’…” —BBC
If you have nothing in the bank, Beware the charismatic Yank Who offers to relieve your plight. Although his “kindness” may delight, Its price is forfeiting your soul, And now, to boot, your royal role.
O Fergie, why were you so dumb To gobble each and every crumb That creep dropped in your yawning maw? How was it that you never saw That feeding from his toxic hand Would so contaminate your brand?
You think the reckoning’s severe? Well, here’s the honest truth, my dear. Kowtowing to a pedophile Attracts a special kind of bile. The lesson’s clear: If, craving ease, You lie with dogs, then you get fleas.
“President Trump and top federal health officials on Monday launched a broad offensive against the mainstream understanding of autism, claiming without new evidence that acetaminophen— the active ingredient in the common pain reliever Tylenol—was a cause of the disorder.” —The New York Times
The Nobel Peace Prize still eludes his grasp, But he could win for Medicine, perhaps. This is his MAGA version of life hackery— A deep dive in the shallow end of quackery.
“The mass adoption of large language model (LLM) chatbots is resulting in large numbers of mental health crises centered around AI use…” —Futurism
Are you the victim of a grand conspiracy? Has someone planned to take you for a one-way ride? Or do you stay awake, blear-eyed, with every Erdős problem solved, transnational disputes resolved by you, who also have designed a no-stick bundt pan? You’re inclined to run things by your chatbot now (you favor Gemini) and vow that you’ll get everything that’s due to you, for Gemini’s your new wise confidant, your trusted friend affirming all you apprehend.
“Morrissey cancels two US shows over ‘credible threat’ on his life” —The Guardian
There comes a day when fame by time is bested And erstwhile idols cannot get arrested. But that’s what bad PR is for, you see— Without it, who would think of Morrissey?