WASHINGTON: The sanctions were a month old. Hours after the deal, Ukraine blew up a Russian refinery — he's pre-paid, in writing, for smoke. 🦆
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It's World Mental Health Day, and you're observing it by opening a newsletter where everything is on fire. Bold choice. It's also National Angel Food Cake Day, honoring a cake that's 90 percent air and 10 percent apology — the unpaid internship of desserts.
Deep breath. Here comes the news.
WASHINGTON: The sanctions were a month old. Hours after the deal, Ukraine blew up a Russian refinery — he's pre-paid, in writing, for smoke. 🦆
The International Criminal Court investigated America's war in Afghanistan and put out an arrest warrant for Benjamin Netanyahu, so the United States did what cartels only dream of: it sanctioned the courthouse. Froze its assets. Typed its street address in The Hague onto the Treasury list like the scales of justice were laundering money through a nail salon. Enforcer Marco Rubio didn't even dress it up: "Either the ICC will end its threats, or we will end the ICC" — a protection racket read off a State Department podium. Nice court you got there. Shame if somebody ended it. And the tell: they kept the staff pensions flowing, because every mob still has a bookkeeper. Hours earlier the Nobel Peace Prize went to Navi Pillay, a former ICC judge, who said it seemed like it "must be a joke." It wasn't, ma'am. The joke cleared Treasury the next morning. 🦆
U.S. GULF COAST: A DeepMind model reportedly called its track and strength before it had a name — all that foresight bought was the lights dying on schedule. 🦆
PANAMA: The 7.7 flattened a colonial church; the Panama Canal ran ships straight through a 6.6 encore. The only thing it murdered was architecture. 🦆
NEW DELHI: A minister claimed 49% of their followers were in Pakistan; the data showed over 94% in India. These are the men auditing who gets to vote. 🦆
PHILADELPHIA: The AI invented a witness; the only thing between that tip and a live detective was the spam filter and a blank callback field. 🦆
GUINEA-BISSAU: Graded on deaths at 42 days — for a virus that kills decades later. A CDC official said 'another Tuskegee.' Fuck every hand that signs it. 🦆
Seven of ten patients can find a door again — camera goggles required — thanks to a protein that has never seen anything itself. 🦆
"A sure cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree."— Spike Milligan
Anyone dumped shops medicare.gov Oct. 15–Dec. 7 — and gets a no-health-screening Medigap window, the one time this industry takes people uninspected. 🦆
One in six carried one. Anyone with a solid-tumor cancer can ask for germline testing at any age — the mutation never checked a birthday. 🦆
Opioids included. U.S. patients can look their doctor up on Open Payments and ask if that prescription was medicine or a sales budget. 🦆
Eighty generals erased — a fifth of command — and the war plans now belong to billionaires Elon Musk and Palmer Luckey, plus Newt Gingrich. 🦆
Pollution is up 24 to 33 percent in some of those cities since the feeds died, and the blindfold is still filed as a work in progress. 🦆
Nobody knows the cause, and the CDC's worker-safety arm hasn't made a sound — dying in a field doesn't clear the bar for a press release. 🦆
845 years later it's still wearing the shrapnel as a necklace — knots of gas, each wide enough to swallow the whole solar system. 🦆
Eleven hours watching a failed star seven light-years out: water clouds fattening and starving for an audience of zero, forever. 🦆
A half-meter paddler perfected your throat 165 million years ago, and your lineage has added nothing to it since. 🦆
Genes that had never met got mashed face-to-face and may have switched each other on; your genome stayed mint and invented the comment section. 🦆
The tents went up, came down, and the staff stayed to guard the concept. Cruelty so refined it no longer needs anyone to happen to. 🦆
The kids were always here — medicine just stopped looking past them. The ghouls' "epidemic" was a diagnostic checklist that got longer. 🦆
Sunday's show often only appears on camera: your phone sees the face of God while you squint at haze. Go outside anyway, ungrateful speck. 🦆
That's the firehose. Charge the flashlight before the sky gets ideas, bolt the bookshelf to the wall while your luck holds, decline the free sandwich from anyone with a quota, and read your mail before December does. Tomorrow is National Sausage Pizza Day, because the calendar looked at International Day of the Girl Child and National Coming Out Day and decided the lineup needed pork. Come out when you're ready, celebrate the girls, and know the pizza showed up to a party it was not invited to.
Until next time —
Ya roasted!
— Roastie