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Time is your only real currency. So what are you really buying with your life?

UBI won’t set you free. It’ll just feed you enough to keep you quiet. Freedom on a leash is still a leash.

Dictator’s daughter. Dutch queen. The crown sparkled, but beneath it, Argentina’s ghosts still screamed.

Karl Marx: the working-class hero who never worked—bankrolled by factory cash, selling revolution one borrowed cigar at a time.

Disco wasn't escape—it was survival. Saturday Night Fever lit up Brooklyn's pain one dance step at a time. #StayinAlive

Your brain doesn’t just play games—it lives them. Discover how digital worlds become real inside the gamer’s mind.

Einstein and Russell warned us in 1955: renounce war or risk extinction. Their message still matters. “Remember your humanity.”

Tolls, turnpikes & traffic: how America’s roads reflect our values—and the price we pay for progress. 🚗🛣️ #UrbanPlanning #CongestionPricing

FTO isn’t freedom, it’s unpaid overtime in a prettier font. Don’t trade your PTO legacy for a corporate illusion.

Uranium powers cities, cures disease, and starts wars. The heavy metal band no one wants to hear is rocking the world anyway.

Banned, worshipped, and worn worldwide, the bikini is the fashion revolution that refused to cover up.

From stage flips to vocal fire, Benson Boone carries the same rare voltage that once made David Lee Roth a rock god. This is not a comparison. This is a shared instinct.

Quantity won. You, the single taxpayer, are now funding America’s baby bonus. No kids? No perks, just the bill.

NYC’s iconic chopped cheese: gritty, delicious, and full of heart. A sandwich and a symbol. Get the story, grab the merch.

Solar storms, magnetic fields, and myth—how the aurora borealis paints our skies with science, spirit, and swirling color.

From pop breakfasts to existential snacks, Supertramp made disillusionment sound like a singalong. Here's their story.

MADtv: No nepo babies. No apologies. Just the punk rock sketch show that SNL secretly wished it could be.

German pop lit the fuse before the Wall fell. Synths, screams, and subversion—this is how freedom found its beat.

Juan Soto doesn’t run. He stalks. He glides to first like he owns the path. The kid from Santo Domingo with a smile like he already knows...

Caps fly, debt rises. “Graduated. Now What?” unpacks what really comes after the ceremony. Read the full story at Tantrum Media.