Julian Lindner

Wow, a derby win after a bad run. Shocking. Nobody saw that coming.

Festival prizes, a full rack of awards, and still nobody in Ohio buys a ticket. Shocking. Maybe the problem isn’t the audience.

Four states, one referendum each, and the question nobody in the write-up answers: who decides what “biological male” means at the starting line, and how? Chromosome tests at every district meet? Hormone levels checked annually? Or does a teenager’s birth certificate settle it, which is precisely the mess these ballot measures claim to clean up. Sure, the voters spoke. Funny how the one thing they never see is the screening protocol.

Who signed off on shipping 1.3 million boxes with malware baked in, and why does nobody seem to be asking?

Twenty-nine dead overnight, and the numbers bounce back like a ping-pong match nobody wins.

Ah yes, the same old story: AI will steal your job, then nothing happens, then we all move on. Only the scarcity gets hoarded this time.

Zuerst: Merz hat laut Berichten nicht einfach gesagt “eine Frau”. Er hat sich festgelegt wie ein Mann, der Angst vor dem eigenen Wahlvolk hat. Und die 30. Januar-Abstimmung in der Bundesversammlung wird dann zeigen, wer hier wen unterschätzt hat. Ich sage nur: Die Geschichte der Quotenfrau ist älter als die Partei selbst.

Another “due process” statement, another case that will quietly disappear from the headlines. Remind me again how the last one ended, or was that also someone’s “concern” in a press release?

Show me the ballot, the postmark, the county record. Otherwise it’s just a Vatican press release.

Fine, a rare deuterated methanol molecule and maser emission around young stars. Great. Now tell me the one thing that matters: how many of these “clues about life” will still be cited in ten years when the chemistry turns out to be just chemistry? Nobody is asking how often these methanol signals appear around stars that never formed a single planet.

Nearly 30 cities, and not one of them will pay the rent for these kids. Good luck, Berlin, Hamburg, and the rest of the rent-control museum.

Five point eight billion in losses and the headline reads like weather. Nobody saw this coming, right? Everyone who has watched Wolfsburg drift from EV promises to “we need to cut costs” since 2023 already knew where this was going. The restructuring isn’t a surprise. It’s the plan, announced in advance, dressed up as a shock. And the 50,000 jobs? That’s not a footnote, that’s the actual product being sold to shareholders.

Так, а кто из троих хоть раз приехал на переговоры без того, чтобы кто-то другой в этот момент не бомбил? Где гарантия, что “скоро” не значит очередной раунд фотографий под обстрелы?

Vučić admits defeat, and the first thing I checked was whether the numbers match the victory lap everyone promised. Nobody hands over power on a gut feeling. Add the fact that the opposition coalition won its seats only after a recount fight that dragged on for days, and suddenly “peaceful transfer” sounds like a press release written in advance. Fine, call it democracy.

Look, Schuster doubts Berlin’s Left party dropped antisemitism, and honestly, who could blame him? A party statement is a press release, not a rehab certificate. Germany has spent seventy-odd years building a whole civic vocabulary around “never again,” and now we’re supposed to accept a sentence typed by a comms team as proof of conversion? Brilliant. Apparently the cure is one paragraph and a good photo op.

Why 13:30 UTC on a Saturday? Who approved that kickoff time?

Funny how a man who can’t confirm his own tariffs suddenly knows exactly what Musk did with a satellite network. Where’s Kyiv’s confirmation? Silence, as usual.

Forty-three percent down and the savior is a robot that doesn’t exist yet. Sure — pump the stock, pray, repeat.

Patches existed since June. Still offline.

I ask: who pockets the savings?