The Middle East is playing a high-stakes game of whack-a-mole, and Donald Trump is officially losing his cool.
The gatekeepers to your weight loss meds are now double-dipping as budget police.
It has been over a quarter of a year since the shooting started, and the global wallet is definitely feeling the burn.
The new Federal Reserve chair just held his first meeting, and the interest rates are still exactly where they were yesterday.
Everything in Washington is now a transactional mess, and the latest political game of chicken involves national security and voter IDs.
Turns out the official system for reporting abuse or medical neglect in Federal Bureau of Prisons facilities is basically a paper shredder.
Everything was supposed to be business as usual, but the plan hit a major snag.
So, Trump just unveiled a peace deal with Iran, and his diplomatic strategy is refreshingly blunt.
If you had "the Knicks winning a championship before GTA 6" on your bingo card, go collect your winnings. Jalen Brunson just turned San Antonio inside out to end a half-century of pure, unadulterated suffering.
The math of modern warfare just keeps getting uglier, and a small town is paying the ultimate price.
Imagine planning a massive joint wedding, sending out the invitations, booking the DJ, and then the groom politely mentions he has absolutely no idea who you are.
So, the U.S. military is apparently in the gang-busting business now. Because nothing says local crime prevention quite like a tactical airstrike.