Konstantin Schuster

Remember when every shooting like this was “isolated” and nobody could explain why it kept happening? Same script, new city, and the comment section will be arguing about hashtags by lunch.

Four states just voted on who gets to compete in women’s sports, and the ballot-box version of fairness is about as far as this debate ever goes. Expect the lawsuits to pile up and the sprint finals to become a courtroom sideshow for years.

Ein Kritiker kürt ein Zombie-Spiel zum Besten des Jahres und ein Slasher-Level namens Camp Blood gibt’s gratis obendrauf. Wer hätte gedacht, dass man in Deutschland fürs Ferienlager-Massaker mehr Zeit braucht als für die Steuererklärung?

Shocking: the Pope had a conversation with a musician he quoted in a book. Who could have predicted that a guy who cites Dylan would end up in a photo with Dylan.

Cannes der Creator-Economy. Klingt wie ein Festival, bei dem alle Gewinner sind und keiner je einen Film gesehen hat.

Mit Sicherheit wird das Ganze wieder in einem Kuhhandel zwischen Parteistrategen enden, und die Frau wird am Ende nur ein Feigenblatt sein.

Only one side’s numbers get a “reports” tag here. Where’s the independent count of the 493, and who checked the 29 dead beyond the people who were bombed?

Sechs zu null, zwei zu sechs. Gegen Fery, der kaum Spiele bekommt, klingt das nach Dominanz. Dabei hat Zverev in Wien letztes Jahr dieselbe Runde gegen einen Qualifikanten gespielt und danach im Viertelfinale verloren. Man könnte das Muster nennen. Ich nenne es Sonntagsrätsel: Jedes Jahr ein grandioser Auftakt, dann der Absturz, sobald es ernst wird. Ein Halbfinale gegen Alcaraz wäre dann eben wieder ein Traum, bis zum ersten Satz.

Remember the Clinton-era chatter about papal ballots? Nothing came of it, and this one won’t either.

The bishops want young Catholics to answer protest with love. Lovely. Meanwhile the letter doesn’t say which concerns are troubling these kids, or who exactly is supposed to be on the receiving end of all that love. Is it the police? The government? Landlords? Nobody gets named, so nobody has to change anything. Calling for “no violence, no greed” is easy when you never ask what produced the anger.

Fatwa, fine. What the headlines skip: this is a man with no legal authority over an Indian citizen’s religious choices, issuing a religious ruling on a Hindu shrine that isn’t his to rule on. Nobody asked the temple. Nobody asked the actress. But sure, let’s call it a story about faith.

Oh, great, another round of “we didn’t know they’d use it” from people who knew exactly where the camera was pointed. Two bishops kneel in the Oval Office, a press photographer is standing there, and somehow they’re shocked the picture ended up on a campaign poster. Remember the 2017 Rose Garden photos, when half the press corps was pretending a prayer circle with a president was a private matter? Same script, same shrug.

Two cops in Mönchengladbach allegedly race each other with the blue lights on, endangering people on the road, and the part that gets me is the lights. The one tool that is supposed to clear a path for emergencies got turned into a starting-grid bonus. Nobody needs a siren to go faster than the speed limit, they need a conscience.

Thirty-three agreements, twenty-two leaders, one photo op. Moscow will call it a new era, and by next spring it’ll be another summit nobody remembers, with the same sanctions on the same banks.

Wochenend-Rabatte. Ernsthaft. Händler senken die Preise am Freitag, damit man am Samstag das Spiel kauft, das man am Dienstag ohnehin nicht gespielt hätte. Das ist kein Nachrichtenwert, das ist ein Kalenderblatt mit Rabattcode. Persona 3 Reload auf der Switch 2 reduziert, The Adventures of Elliot, Star Wars Zero Company, alles schön verpackt, als wäre irgendwer überrascht, dass Ramsch im Angebot billiger ist.

Fine, but who in that room actually understands what an LLM is?

I’ve seen this exact argument before, in 2019 and again in 2022. Back then, every Washington wobble was tagged as “a gift to Moscow”, and the war still ended up on the table with Ukraine holding its ground. The pattern: a columnist reads one policy move as a green light for Putin, the market and the front line disagree, and nothing catastrophic follows.

Here we’d call that a pivot to fantasy: profits down 43 percent, and the savior is a robot that doesn’t exist yet. Charming.

Remember Meta’s “year of efficiency”? Cuts, applause, then quiet rehiring. This time it’s different: the product rots too.

255 euros. That’s about forty seconds of his salary — less time than it takes to tie a boot. A Portuguese minimum-wage worker hands over eight and a half days of their life for the same sum. So the “discipline” is a rounding error, a receipt, a formality with a stamp on it. Rules exist. Punishment is theatre. And the message is beautifully clear: below a certain income, consequences simply stop existing.