Kathmandu, Nepal – While the rest of the planet was busy live-tweeting the implosion of yet another tech mogul’s ego, Nepal quietly reminded everyone that altitude can still trump attitude. The Himalayan republic—sandwiched between two nuclear frenemies who can’t agree on whose map is more delusional—just pulled off two feats that actually matter: it wrapped…
Bill Pulte and the Gospel of Twitter Altruism: How One American Heir Became the Global Patron Saint of 280-Character Generosity By Matteo “Max” Marconi, International Desk, Dave’s Locker It usually takes a papal conclave, a Nobel committee, or at least a moderately corrupt FIFA vote to anoint a new global philanthropist. Yet in 2024 the…
Orbital Irony: How EchoStar Became Everyone’s Quiet Overlord By A. Sardonica, filed from the geostationary sweet spot 35,786 km above your apathy. EchoStar, the Denver-based satellite company your neighbor still confuses with a Bluetooth speaker, has spent three decades perfecting a business model once reserved for Bond villains: parking metal birds in the sky and…
Kristi Noem and the Global Talent for Shooting Yourself in the Foot—Twice By Dave’s Locker Foreign Correspondent (currently self-quarantining in a Reykjavik dive bar) If you want to understand how a South Dakota governor ricochets across international headlines, picture a pebble dropped into a stock pond in the Black Hills. The ripples reach Berlin think…
ASTS Stock: When Space Phones Become the New Oil, and the Irony Is Out of This World By Dexter Voss, Senior Orbital Affairs Correspondent It turns out the final frontier isn’t serenity or starlight—it’s a balance sheet. AST SpaceMobile (ticker: ASTS) has spent the past month rocketing up retail watch-lists like a drunk cosmonaut on…
If you happen to be sipping an overpriced flat white in Melbourne, queueing for a soggy crêpe in Paris, or silently judging the karaoke choices in a Seoul basement bar, chances are the name “Ben Shapiro” has ricocheted through your phone speaker at least once. The 5-foot-9 human reductio-ad-absurdum machine has become a rare American…
Open Stock: The World’s Panic Pantry, or How We All Became Amateur Preppers By the time you finish this sentence, someone in São Paulo will have panic-bought their fifteenth roll of industrial-grade aluminum foil, convinced the grid is about to collapse. That, dear reader, is the sound of “open stock” going global—an innocuous retail term…
Banksy, the world’s most famous vandal-entrepreneur, has spent three decades spray-painting the obvious onto other people’s walls and watching the global elite bid for the privilege of scrubbing it off again. From Gaza to Glastonbury, the anonymous Bristolian has turned moral clichés into blue-chip assets, proving that nothing travels faster than a platitude with a…
Fabio Wardley and the Short, Violent Poetry of Global Distraction By Our Man in the Cheap Seats LONDON—While half the planet argues over whose war crimes are more photogenic and central bankers debate whether to call the next recession “transitory” or merely “fashionably late,” a 29-year-old man from Ipswich has been quietly perfecting the art…
Great North Run Medal: A Global Snapshot in Pewter and Pretension By Our Correspondent, Somewhere Between the Tyne and Terminal 2 Picture it: 60,000 pairs of trainers slapping tarmac from Newcastle to South Shields, a human conveyor belt of charity T-shirts, nipple tape, and existential dread. At the far end waits the Great North Run…
Scott Bessent, the man who once turned George Soros’s quantum-sized headaches into a tidy 10-figure profit, now finds himself auditioning for the role of global economic soothsayer. Treasury Secretary? Perhaps. Headline magnet? Absolutely. Either way, the world’s bond traders have already started practicing their deep-breathing exercises, because when Bessent speaks, sovereign yields have been known…
Howard Stern, the self-proclaimed “King of All Media,” has spent four decades proving that shamelessness is the only renewable resource never subject to sanctions. From a converted Long Island basement to a SiriusXM satellite orbiting somewhere above the equator, his signal ricochets across continents like a cosmic fart in a crowded elevator—impossible to ignore and,…
