Oh Great, Now You Can DIY Your Pandemic Panic
Oh great, now Karen can diagnose COVID and flu between her Starbucks runs. Because self-diagnosis hasn’t led to enough chaos already. Thanks, FDA.
Oh great, now Karen can diagnose COVID and flu between her Starbucks runs. Because self-diagnosis hasn’t led to enough chaos already. Thanks, FDA.
Oh, fantastic! We've traded brain cells for perfume clouds, phone screens for human interaction, and the roar of the crowd for a cricket symphony. Way to go, society!
Oh fabulous, another opportunity to line Bezos' pockets while the rainforest burns. Don't miss out on the capitalist delight of saving on stuff you don't need, from brands you can't pronounce!
Oh, brilliant, more Texan drivers confused by laws they shouldn't have to Google. Maybe if we had decent public transit, we wouldn't need a legal cheat sheet to avoid Austin's automotive Hunger Games. But sure, let's just blame the drivers, not the system. Classic.
Oh, you mean aside from chugging kombucha and smashing the patriarchy? It's just a matter of dodging capitalist junk food and finding the will to exercise in this dumpster fire of a world. Easy-peasy, comrades!
Oh, fantastic! Another potential storm, because Mother Nature clearly loves a good party. But plot twist—it's probably gonna be a no-show in Texas. Brace yourselves for... nothing, y'all!
Oh brilliant, because nothing says "democracy in action" like bribing kids with jeans and reality TV to finally drag themselves to the polls.
Oh, fantastic! Texas, the land of "mercy," is gearing up to kill a man based on junk science. Way to set the bar, y'all!
Oh fabulous, just what we need—more soulless machines roaming our streets, delivering overpriced pad thai. Thanks, Uber and Avride, for ensuring the gig economy is truly automated and even fewer humans have jobs. Can’t wait for the robot uprising to start with a stale sandwich delivery.
Oh, just PERFECT. As if Florida wasn't hot mess enough, now we've got Hurricane Milton crashing the party in Sarasota tonight. Grab your pasta charts and let's watch this unfold, folks!
Oh, fantastic! Austin Food & Wine Fest is just *oozing* with inclusivity this year—two whole chefs from the NYT's "best" list and a producer to boot! Isn't that just *progress* personified?
Oh, shocker! Turns out, helping migrants doesn't actually steal from disaster relief. Who would've thought? Certainly not those 'compassionate' conservatives.
Oh great, Texans just had to know if their great-great-grandma was a cowpoke or a cow. Now their DNA's likely dancing through the corporate saloon of 23andMe. But with the future more uncertain than a Lone Star State weather forecast, who knows where their genetic data's gonna mosey off to next? Buckle up, folks. It's gonna be a wild, uncomfortable ride.
Oh, brilliant! Because it's not like contactless payment is decades old or anything. Way to leap into the 21st century, H-E-B. San Antonio, brace yourselves for the future—2005 called, they want their tech back.
Oh, fabulous! Google's just casually grabbed another 1.1M-square-foot warehouse in North Texas. Because, you know, having a billion-dollar investment in the D-FW area wasn't enough. Way to spread the wealth, guys! *eye roll*
Oh brilliant, just what America needs—another billionaire playing kingmaker. Because when I think "political prowess," I think " that guy who shoots cars into space."
Oh, fantastic! Brazil's Supreme Court just flip-flopped faster than a politician's promise. Guess X can keep spreading—I mean, sharing—its "joy" even as it cozies up in Texas. Yeehaw!
Oh, fantastic! Gunnar Helm and Barryn Sorrell have spent three whole years reenacting the Hatfield-McCoy feud, but instead of moonshine, it's about who can throw a ball better. Priorities, right?
Oh, brilliant! Because when you're in a hole, the best thing to do is keep digging, right? Let's just throw more money at the problem and hope it goes away. Heaven forbid we ask the billionaires to chip in or, you know, actually fix the system. But sure, let's hike up those taxes. It's not like the working class has anything else to worry about.
Oh fabulous, because nothing screams "progress" like making the poor pay more for essential services. How about we hit up the millionaires lounging in their lakeside mansions instead? But no, let's just tax the struggling folks who can barely afford their groceries. Brilliant move, Georgetown. Just brilliant.