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Global Jeopardy: Earth’s High-Stakes Quiz Show Nobody Studied For

Jeopardy Today: A Planet-Wide Pop Quiz Nobody Studied For
By our jaded foreign correspondent, still jet-lagged since 2016

GENEVA—Somewhere between the coffee that tastes like burnt passport stamps and the 3 a.m. cable news ticker, it dawns on me: the entire world has become one never-ending Daily Double. Only the stakes are actual nukes, supply chains, and whether your cousin in Sri Lanka can still afford lentils.

Take the category “Recent Elections—Shock Value.” Argentina just elected a chainsaw-wielding libertarian who looks like the villain in a Miami Vice rerun; the Netherlands pivoted from tulips to Geert Wilders’ anti-tulip rhetoric; Senegal cancelled Valentine’s Day (basically) because the president decided democracy was too caloric. Viewers at home shout answers at their screen—”What is populist autocorrect?”—but the judges in Brussels only shrug and deduct points for spelling.

Take “Climate for $1,000, Alex.” The clue: “This year’s COP28 host nation hired a PR firm to make oil sound like a vegetable.” Correct response: “What is United Arab Emirates?” Contestants lose money anyway because the category was secretly sponsored by a gas consortium; prizes paid in sand futures. Meanwhile, Canada’s on fire, Libya drowned in storm-water soup, and the Swiss—who’ve done nothing more aggressive than invent fondue—watched their glaciers recede faster than their banking secrecy.

Trade policy? Think Potent Potables, except every cocktail is 100-proof embargo. Washington bars Chinese semiconductors; Beijing bans Micron chips; the EU discovers rare earth dependency is the new clingy ex. The supply chain wobbles like a Moscow drone over Red Square. Final Jeopardy clue: “The last country still making everything domestically.” Answer: “What is North Korea?” Nobody wins, but we all get the home game—empty shelves and inflation.

Don’t forget “Military Tension—Speed Round.” South Korea’s GPS jamming is basically dropping mixtapes no one asked for. Iran enriches uranium the way TikTokers chase clout—incrementally, shamelessly, while the adults scream. Poland enlarges its army; Russia enlarges its everything. The only player not increasing defense budgets is Costa Rica, which hasn’t had an army since 1948 and still manages to look smug in its beach hammock.

And then there’s the wildcard segment we’ll call “Tech Bros & Tribal Chiefs.” Sam Altman gets fired on Friday, rehired by Tuesday, a corporate resurrection speedrun that would make Lazarus file a grievance. OpenAI staff threaten mass exodus; Microsoft offers jobs like a desperate Tinder swipe. Across the Pacific, Beijing’s algorithmic censors auto-generate 2 billion “positive energy” posts, proving that artificial intelligence can indeed replicate human denial.

What does it all mean for the average terrestrial? Simply that citizenship now requires nightly cram sessions in geopolitical trivia. Your mortgage rate? Tied to a Fed decision reacting to Turkish inflation. Your avocado? Priced by Mexican cartels reading California drought charts. Your mental health? Indexed to Elon Musk’s sleep cycle.

The good news—if one chooses optimism the way one chooses raw oysters at a roadside diner—is that the global scoreboard resets each sunrise. Yesterday’s failed coup becomes tomorrow’s Netflix doc; today’s heatwave becomes next year’s vintage. The writers’ room is clearly coked-up, but the show must go on, because syndication rights fund the pension funds that keep retirees buying “I’m With Stupid” T-shirts stitched in Bangladesh.

So when the studio lights dim and the host (whoever that is by press time) bids us good night, remember: we’re all contestants in an endless episode where the categories shift faster than a Seoul subway map. Wagering zero is still wagering. The only unacceptable answer is silence, though frankly silence sounds relaxing next to the buzzer of breaking-news push alerts.

Until tomorrow, keep your responses in the form of a question—and maybe keep a go-bag by the couch. Daily Doubles are fun until the points are measured in megatons.

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