#political-satire

#political-satire

Before long, their cartoonish heists get them caught up in a rivalry with the elitist fashion mogul Christie Smith (Demi Moore), whose lofty diatribes about her art cloak a conservative, tough-on-crime political agenda. The Velvet Gang, as the boosters are known, join forces with retail worker Violeta (Eiza González) and Chinese garment worker Jianhu (Poppy Liu) to take down Smith through a surreal scheme that unspools reality and unveils a heinous secret.

Just when you're getting into a comfort zone with his seductive heist premise, in which Robin Hood-like thieves liberate high fashion from the filthy rich, Riley throws in some demon cunnilingus; or Marxist notions like dialectical materialism, which he illustrates for the audience by depicting two people raw-dogging it. OK, those hysterical bits are pretty digestible. I'm holding back from revealing just how absurd and baffling things get from there, at the risk of alienating or distancing in the same way Riley did in Sorry To Bother You.

Potylo was here to distill his acidic brand of political theater into something more lasting than a social media post: An album, maybe even a limited release vinyl, with photos from his arrests as cover art. "I want to do it like a Jimi Hendrix estate release," said Potylo, who wore a basketball jersey with the name "bias" on the back. Sporting wraparound sunglasses, a bandana on his head, and a growing catalog of raucous songs, Potylo has spent the past quarter century as an artist in search of an audience.

Back in olden times, the movies usually waited until political leaders were safely buried before putting them on screen. We're less deferential now. From Oliver Stone's W., which hit theaters when George W. Bush was still in office, to Ali Abbasi's The Apprentice, which came out when Donald Trump was seeking his second term, filmmakers now calmly fictionalize stories about those still in power.

You see, the Pope has a buff that makes him impervious. You-as the protagonist, President Donald Trump-cannot beat him unless you backtrack to the dungeon entrance and say a prayer with Pete Hegseth. This will unlock "2 Corinthians," a spell that renders the Pope vulnerable to special attacks like "Mar-a-Lazer" and "The Power Grab." When I beat the Pope and collected a barrel of Iranian oil as a prize, I told my editors my overdue draft of another story would be submitted later.

"It is fascinating to know that what you say will be taken seriously. We always worked really hard to make sure they were what we call a 'fair hit.' It only felt like it would work if it was based in something that was true."

They threw my headshot in the trash like it was the Epstein files!

Trump said yesterday that the war could end very soon, which would be encouraging, had he not also told us he'd end the war in Ukraine in 24 hours. He's going to make a huge mess and walk away like it's the new toilet in the Lincoln bathroom.

How quickly the right has gone from 'peace through strength' to 'peace through war.' And we're all just along for the ride in a war with no clear purpose, no end in sight, all at the whims of Donald Trump.

"Manchild" is a word that gets thrown around a lot these days...and I think that's correct. But few employed adult men perform weaponized incompetence quite as brazenly as the anti-abortion Slenderman himself, Sen. Josh Hawley (R-Mo.).

Let's get to the really important news out of the White House is that there is a baby boom going on there. Usha Vance, pregnant. Karoline Leavitt, pregnant, and Stephen Miller's wife, they're all about to have children. You know, they love babies over there at the conservative side of America. I don't understand it, but they think we need more babies. I always think we'd need less. Definitely less

President Trump on Thursday announced he was erasing the scientific finding that climate change endangers human health and the environment, ending the federal government's legal authority to control the pollution that is dangerously heating the planet." - The New York Times A new ruling from the Trump administration says that when the sun disappears at night, we don't know where it goes. All remaining top scientists have been taken from their positions and tasked with getting to the bottom of this.

(Screenshot via @GovernorVA on X) Virginia Governor Abigail Spanberger (D) is taking her own turn being roasted after she inexplicably shared a disastrous photograph of her operating a grill for what appeared to be the first time. On Thursday evening, Spanberger shared a photo of herself, tongs in hand, with a massacred pile of unrecognizable meat strewn across a grill in front of her. Order up! she captioned it.

From Yes Minister co-writer Jonathan Lynn comes I'm Sorry, Prime Minister - the final act between Jim Hacker and Sir Humphrey. Jim Hacker (Griff Rhys Jones) is back - older, no wiser, and still gloriously out of his depth. Dreaming of a peaceful retirement at Hacker College, Oxford, Jim instead collides with a very modern nightmare: being cancelled by the college committee.

The procession consists of 120 floats, including 'persiflage floats' satirical, mocking floats that are the centerpiece of the event. As usual, some of the world's major politicians will be symbolically roasted. Float builders use the occasion to make movable works of art that are humorous yet scathing critiques that are often social or political in nature. Parade director Marc Michelske presented some of the Cologne Festival Committee's float themes in the lead-up to this year's Carnival.