The Opium Den News (2025)

19/06/2025

📱 Mountain View, California | 🗓️ June 19, 2025
Google’s Pixel 10 Chip Divorce Leaves Samsung Crying Into Its Circuit Boards

In breaking news and drama that even your favorite telenovela writers would envy, Google has decided it’s time to see other foundries. Yep, the upcoming Pixel 10 will get its shiny new brains baked fresh by TSMC instead of Samsung. Cue the tiny violins for Samsung, currently wandering its chip factories mumbling, “We were on a break…”

For years, Google and Samsung had a perfectly toxic situationship: Google handed over design blueprints for its custom Tensor chips, and Samsung obediently squeezed them out like digital sausage. The results were... let's say, ‘quirky.’ Thermal throttling? Yes. Battery drain? Certainly. Performance hiccups? You betcha. But the real kicker? Google apparently woke up one morning and thought, “Maybe we deserve better.”

So now, like a midlife crisis dad buying a sports car, Google’s packing up its circuits and moving into TSMC’s spotless, Taiwanese clean rooms. Word on the semiconductor street is TSMC promised fewer overheating tantrums and chips that don’t panic when you open too many Chrome tabs.

Samsung, in the meantime, is treating this like an unexpected breakup text at 2 AM. Executives are “shocked,” as if consistently cooking up half-baked Tensor chips for three generations wouldn’t eventually push Google to swipe right on someone more stable. Insiders say Samsung’s engineers have entered the ‘reflective shower cry’ phase and might even gasp reconsider how they handle their whole foundry game.

On one hand, it’s a tough lesson in basic relationship maintenance: neglect your partner’s needs long enough, they’ll find someone who doesn’t torch their battery life before lunch break. On the other hand, watching billion-dollar corporations bicker like high school exes is a source of free entertainment for the rest of us.

Of course, nothing’s official until the Pixel 10 launches and someone tears it apart on YouTube for 17 million views. Until then, Samsung’s PR team will be busy rewording ‘We’re totally fine, please ignore the smoke’ for the next shareholder call.

Somewhere in Cupertino, a lone Apple engineer sips organic matcha and whispers to nobody in particular: “Aww, bless their hearts…”

So, dear reader, what’s your hot take? Is Google finally free from its bad-chip situationship? Or will the Pixel 10 end up overheating anyway because... Google? Drop your predictions below, pour one out for Samsung’s pride, and remember: somewhere, a CEO just screamed into a silk pillow tonight, so we don’t have to.

🔥💬 Sound off: is Google the hero, the villain, or just another corporate fling?

19/06/2025

✈️ Atlanta, Georgia | 🗓️ June 19, 2025
Europe Slams Its Door on US Tourists, Airlines Panic-Dump Fares, North Americans Swarm Airports Like It’s the Last Flight Out of Saigon

Ever tried booking a last-minute escape to Paris lately? Good luck with that, my dear Freedom Enthusiast,, Europe just gave Uncle Sam a frosty “thanks but no thanks” and locked the gate behind him. Officially, it’s called a “travel freeze.” Unofficially, it’s Europe’s polite way of saying: Kindly keep your denim shorts and ‘Let’s Go Brandon’ tank tops at home this summer.

The big brains at American Airlines, Air France, and Delta are having a collective nosebleed trying to fill half-empty cabins suddenly banned from dispensing American charm across the Old World. So what’s their plan B? A desperate fire sale on flights to the only cities they can legally dump you in: Atlanta, Washington, and Boston, the unholy trinity of humid layovers, existential potholes, and historic sites you won’t visit anyway.

Picture it: hordes of Floridians rerouted to Boston in July. Lobster rolls will tremble in fear, Dunkin’ drive-thrus will buckle under the pressure, and every cousin named Kyle will swear they saw Tom Brady jogging along the Charles River.

But fear not, the continent remains open for our polite neighbors to the north and tequila-fueled cousins to the south. Canada, Mexico, and the Caribbean have decided America’s vacationing masses are too valuable to exile entirely. Resorts from Cancun to Quebec are licking their lips at the prospect of gr**go dollars, freshly inflated by the almighty Dollar Surge™, because if there’s one thing stronger than our collective travel impulse, it’s the currency we overprinted for fun back in 2020.

Of course, somewhere in an airline boardroom, a consultant named Bryce is explaining how these rock-bottom fares are an “exciting opportunity to boost domestic tourism.” Translation: enjoy your Delta flight to Atlanta for the price of a Big Mac, and maybe, maybe the pilot won’t call out sick.

Meanwhile, Europe’s vineyards, baguettes, and cobblestone alleys will breathe easy for a season without the gentle bellow of Midwestern dads shouting, “DO YOU HAVE KETCHUP?!” at French waiters. Somewhere, a Parisian poodle toasts a glass of Chablis in your honor.

So buckle up, Statesiders: your summer travel plans are now limited to sweating on the tarmac at Hartsfield-Jackson, debating whether to risk D.C. traffic, or attempting to pronounce “Massachusetts” without public embarrassment. Airlines will gladly sell you a seat to nowhere for cheap, then charge you $75 to bring your emotional support granola bar onboard.

And if you’re reading this from Canada or Mexico: congrats, you just became the hottest commodities since pandemic toilet paper. Enjoy your upgraded seats, suspiciously cheap margaritas, and watching Americans weep behind TSA lines.

Will you brave Atlanta’s July inferno or attempt to sneak past EU customs disguised as a confused Canadian? Drop your tragic summer vacation plan in the comments, bonus points for best fake accent. 🍹🧳✨

***mDenNews

19/06/2025

🧓💸 | Washington, D.C. | 🗓️ June 19, 2025
Social Security Will Run Out in 2034, Sooner Than Expected, Just Like Your Dignity.

Good news for everyone who’s been carefully paying into Social Security their whole working life: you’re still getting robbed, only faster than you thought.

According to the wise elders in D.C. (whose personal retirement plans involve lobbying gigs, not living off canned beans), the big ol’ Social Security piggy bank is set to run dry in 2034, a whole year ahead of schedule. So, if you’ve been praying for a government that can’t even keep a basic pension afloat, congratulations, your prayers were answered.

For context, Social Security has been the American safety net since the Great Depression, back when people thought Hoovervilles were just a passing trend. Decades of boomer promises, borrowed trust, and a sprinkle of creative accounting later, and now millennials and Gen Z can look forward to funding their own parents’ golf habits before they themselves get a single sniff at a payout.

Some experts say Congress could fix this tomorrow by raising taxes, trimming benefits, or actually passing a budget that doesn’t look like a toddler’s art project. But rest assured, our fearless leaders are much too busy banning TikTok and trying to remember where Ukraine is on a map.

Meanwhile, corporate lobbyists are on standby to remind everyone that we really can’t afford to give the elderly a livable income when there are stock buybacks and armored police tanks to fund. Priorities, folks.

In the official statement that doesn’t exist but probably should, the Social Security Administration whispers: “Hey, maybe don’t retire? Or just die conveniently on time. Thanks, love you.”

If you’re feeling spicy, financial advisors suggest starting a side hustle: maybe open an Etsy shop selling ironic ‘I Paid Into Social Security And All I Got Was This Lousy Funeral’ mugs. Or invest in crypto, because what’s one more Ponzi scheme at this point?

To sum up:
✅ You paid in.
✅ They spent it.
✅ You get the privilege of working till you drop, just so they can debate whether you deserve prescription coverage for the organs you’re slowly renting out for rent money.

So, what’s your plan? Gonna flee to Portugal? Build a yurt? Marry a billionaire with a weak heart? Drop your post-apocalypse retirement strategy below. We’ll read them while practicing our ‘Welcome to Walmart’ scripts. 🛒✨👇

19/06/2025

💰 Beverly Hills, California | 🗓️ June 19, 2025
Critics (meaning broke people) Criticize Wealthy Couples who have Discovered a Secret Tunnel Under the Estate Tax, Reportedly Dug With Lawyers' Shovels

In a legal scheme only the top 1% could bankroll, local dynastic lovebirds are once again defying nature’s final curtain call with the help of their loyal pet: the irrevocable trust.

Sources confirm that when confronted with the menacing specter of the estate tax, that rude little toll booth on the road to generational dominance, the country’s richest duos don’t exactly panic. Instead, they sign papers. Lots of papers. More papers than your local DMV knows exist. Witnesses report private jet hangars stuffed with folders bearing phrases like “dynasty skip-a-generation shelter clause” and “irrevocable your-honor-I-swear-it’s-not-mine trust.”

One Beverly Hills estate lawyer (who asked not to be named, since he’s also hiding assets in the Cayman Islands) explained it this way:
“It’s quite touching, really. These couples promise to love, cherish, and transfer billions into secret vaults until death do them part, and even then, they try to outlive the IRS. It’s the most romantic tax evasion dance since the invention of the offshore account.”

Middle-class couples can be seen whispering sweet nothings about whether they can afford to merge their Netflix subscriptions.

This legal shuffle works like this: wealthy pair wants the kids to inherit yachts, vineyards, and enough vintage Bordeaux to drown a Frenchman. IRS wants a slice. So they politely hand everything over to a trust, swear they no longer own it (wink wink), and then keep using it anyway. What’s the trust gonna do, call the cops?

Insiders say some of these trusts are so airtight that even the families forget what they own, where they hid it, or whether Aunt Mildred is still alive in the guesthouse behind the tennis courts. Lawyers, of course, remember everything, for a modest annual retainer, plus a villa in Tuscany.

Fun fact: the average billionaire estate plan has more plot twists than a ‘Succession’ finale. There’s always a surprise clause. A secret heir. A hidden painting. A private island with a tax-friendly flag. While the rest of us keep our entire wealth strategy inside a mismatched sock drawer labeled “Important Stuff.”

Critics (meaning broke people) argue this loophole-riddled love story leaves average taxpayers footing the infrastructure bill for roads these Rolls Royces glide over. But relax, say the couples’ accountants: trickle-down something something economy.

So next time your neighbor’s poodle inherits a beachfront villa and you’re stuck explaining to your landlord why the rent check bounced, take comfort knowing true love conquers all, especially the IRS audit department.

Question for our dear readers:
If you could hide one thing from the government forever, what would it be? Wrong answers only. Drop your confessions below, we promise not to tell your accountant. 🕵️‍♀️🗂️💸

***mDenNews

17/06/2025

📜 Salt Lake City, Utah | 🗓️ June 17, 2025
Utah Senator Diagnoses Violence with Marxism, Remembers He's a Grown-Up Later

In the proud tradition of American statesmen diagnosing complex tragedies from the comfort of their leather office chairs, Utah’s Republican senator kicked off his Tuesday by blaming recent killings on “Marxists” he found lurking behind every shrub. Yes, dear reader, it’s true: somewhere in Minnesota, Karl Marx apparently rose from his dusty grave, grabbed a Molotov, and personally orchestrated chaos under the cover of well-funded anarchy.

Minnesota’s Democratic governor caught a stray bullet of sarcasm from our Utah sage, who generously offered public mockery instead of, say, actual help or a phone call. Because, what better way to show leadership than to toss hashtags at a neighbor’s crime scene?

Now, to be fair, our senator did sober up eventually, not in the gin sense, but in the PR sense, and issued a more respectable condemnation of the violence, once his comms team reminded him Twitter is forever and that voters occasionally read past the headline.

Let’s be honest, though: this is peak America. We witness tragedy, we run it through a partisan salad spinner, we ladle out half-baked culture war takes, and then we pretend we’re the only adults in the room when the cameras finally roll. It’s like watching someone light a dumpster on fire, then hand out flyers about fire safety.

If you listen closely, you can almost hear the Founding Fathers trying to crawl back into their tombs, politely whispering, “This isn’t what we meant by freedom of speech, Timothy.”

And spare a thought for the Marxists in question. Somewhere in a dusty library basement, a grad student just trying to finish a dissertation on dialectical materialism is wondering how they ended up blamed for a triple homicide in Minneapolis. Marxist ghost, if you’re reading this, please respond in the comments and tell us what you’d do differently if you could get past your tomb’s WiFi restrictions.

Anyway, thoughts and prayers to Minnesota, condolences to common sense, and best wishes to whatever intern had to press ‘Delete Tweet’ at 3 AM.

What do you think? Is America doomed to keep spinning its wheels in this circus, or do we deserve better than political Mad Libs disguised as crisis management? Drop your bleakest or brightest takes below. 🔥👇

***mDenNews

17/06/2025

📡 Lomé, Togo | 🗓️ June 17, 2025
BREAKING: Togo Suspends RFI and France 24. Citizens Encouraged to Rely on Gossip, Conspiracy Memes, and That One Uncle for Reliable News

In a move that has delighted conspiracy theorists and greatly boosted the morale of unemployed rumor-mongers nationwide, Togo’s High Authority for Audiovisual and Communication (HAAC) has heroically unplugged Radio France Internationale (RFI) and France 24 for a solid three months. The official reason? Apparently, these foreign channels dared to broadcast facts during a tense political season. Disrespectful, if you ask the local guardians of well-curated silence.

As of Monday, June 16, anyone still craving updates from RFI or France 24 must now squint at blurry screenshots forwarded via family WhatsApp groups, or lean in real close to hear a neighbor’s cousin’s friend’s dramatic retelling of “what really happened.” At press time, the neighbor’s cousin’s friend could neither confirm nor deny being sober at the time of gathering said intel.

Meanwhile, the HAAC insists this blackout is “necessary to preserve peace and social cohesion,” which is a fancy way of saying: if you want to hear about actual votes, riots, or anything else juicy, kindly don’t. Instead, why not enjoy some nice, hand-picked local news about potholes that might get fixed and ministers who definitely aren’t corrupt (promise).

For the next three months, the government politely requests that citizens switch to alternative information sources like church rumor circles, barbershop debates, and that legendary uncle who swears he once met Macron at Charles de Gaulle Airport and now knows everything about France’s sinister agenda.

In unrelated news, sales of shortwave radios and VPN subscriptions have mysteriously tripled overnight. Also trending: random dudes shouting “Breaking News!” in crowded markets for loose coins and an ego boost. Some folks are so desperate they’ve started rewatching old cassette tapes of Thierry Ardisson interviews just to remember what a French accent sounds like.

But don’t panic. The Ministry of Calm Faces promises that the blackout is “temporary” and “in the public’s best interest.” (Side note: if you see the phrase “in the public’s best interest” three times in an official statement, you might want to stock up on candles and sarcasm.)

So here we are: a landlocked nation sipping fresh coconuts of blissful ignorance until September. To our dear readers stuck in this analog blackout: May your gossip be spicy, your VPNs undetectable, and your conspiracy theories at least slightly plausible.

Are you in Togo or know someone who is? How are you coping with the sudden silence of actual journalism? Drop your survival hacks and wildest alternative headlines below, the most creative rumor wins our undying respect and an imaginary gold star. ⭐️

Stay tuned, stay skeptical, and remember: if the news sounds too true, it probably wasn’t approved by the HAAC. 🕵️‍♂️📻✨📡

***mDenSatire

17/06/2025

🚀🐕 | Moscow, Russia | 🗓️ June 17, 2025
Laika: Sixty-Seven Years Later, Still Orbiting Our Collective Guilt.

Once upon a time, specifically November 3rd, 1957, the Soviet Union, desperate to outshine America’s hula hooping suburban kids, duct taped a stray dog named Laika into a glorified tin can and flung her at the cosmos. No training montage, no adorable flight suit, not even a squeaky toy for moral support. Just one bewildered mutt and the cold vacuum of Space: the perfect recipe for scientific progress.

Laika, a sweet little street philosopher from Moscow’s back alleys, became the first Earthling to slip the surly bonds of gravity without so much as a round-trip ticket. Officially, she “advanced humanity’s understanding of orbital life.” Unofficially, she advanced a grim truth about us: if you’re small, loyal, and can’t vote, we’ll strap you to a rocket and call it “glory for the motherland.”

For decades, we were spoon-fed the party line that Laika heroically orbited Earth for a few days before drifting off into eternal doggy dreams. Turns out, she barely made it past the first orbit before the cabin turned into an airborne microwave, proving once and for all that Space doesn’t care if you wag your tail. The engineers later admitted they knew she’d never survive but figured, “Hey, history loves a martyr more than it loves moral dilemmas.”

And so, Laika became a symbol of humankind’s boundless curiosity shackled to its infinite knack for cruelty wrapped in a bow of national pride. Statues were built. Poems were written. Children were told bedtime stories about the good dog who went to the stars so we didn’t have to. On the other hand, no one’s asked whether Laika would’ve preferred a warm blanket and leftover borscht instead.

Sixty-seven years on, Space is still littered with our shame and ambition. Some people say her soul still floats above us, haunting satellite engineers every time they drop a wrench on the ISS. Others believe she reincarnated as a tech support puppy, barking each time someone suggests launching another innocent mammal “for science.”

These days, when a billionaire chucks his car at Mars for laughs, spare a thought for Laika, the reluctant pioneer who never got a commemorative Tesla Roadster to keep her company. Or a window seat. Or literally anything to chew on besides existential dread.

So here’s to you, Laika. First of your kind, last of your patience. May your tale remind us that before we colonize new worlds, maybe we should learn not to roast our best friends in the name of bragging rights.

💭 Do you think we’ve learned anything since then, or are we just slightly more polite to the next species we shove into a capsule? Drop your thoughts below, and pour one out for the good girl who didn’t sign up for any of this. 🐾✨🛰️

16/06/2025

📚 New York, NY | 🗓️ June 16, 2025
US Student Visa Pause: A 101 in How to Test Your Patience Before You Even Set Foot in America

Congratulations, future international students! You’ve chosen to chase that shiny American Dream, complete with overpriced textbooks, fire alarms that go off at 3 AM, and that one roommate who thinks deodorant is a conspiracy. Unfortunately, before you get to enjoy those blessings, Uncle Sam would like to pause you at the gate like a bouncer who suddenly needs to ‘check your papers again.’

Here’s the tea: the US has temporarily hit the brakes on issuing certain student visas. The official word is “security review,” but we suspect the real reason is the Department of Homeland Security discovered the word “homeland” doesn’t actually mean you get to keep anyone out. So now they’re trying to fix that by making sure your tuition clears first, your intentions are pure, and your English proficiency exam didn’t involve bribing your cousin in Chicago.

So what does this mean for you, O brave knowledge-seeker from Mumbai, Lagos, or Beijing? Well, get ready for a bonus elective in ‘Immigration Bureaucracy: Advanced Disappointment Edition.’ You might need to postpone that dreamy Instagram story of you squinting at the Statue of Liberty while pretending you’re not freezing to death in a $10 thrift store jacket.

Some consulates say they’ll resume processing “soon.” Nobody knows what “soon” means anymore. If you figure it out, do share with the class. In the meantime, universities are bravely emailing out helpful reminders like, “Don’t worry, online classes are totally the same as living here and bonding over cafeteria food you’ll regret eating.”

Let’s be honest, the US needs you. Your international tuition keeps a suspicious number of football coaches and lazy adjunct professors in business. Yet, paradoxically, they’re quite committed to ensuring your first real American lesson is that promises come with fine print and a handy FAQ on ‘How to Call Mom in Tears.’

Some students are now eyeing Canada, Australia, or even Europe. Shhh, don’t say that too loudly, or you’ll be accused of ‘brain drain treason.’ (Which, by the way, would be a sick band name if this whole degree thing falls through.)

A few quick survival tips for the ambitious:

Double-check your visa status every five minutes. Nothing says ‘living the dream’ like refreshing a government portal at 2 AM.

If your visa is delayed, threaten to enroll somewhere else. This won’t help, but it’ll make you feel powerful for eight seconds.

Consider mastering the art of passive aggression. You’ll need it at the DMV anyway.

So, dear future international students, pack your patience along with your winter coat. America might be indecisive about letting you in, but once you’re here, you’ll be trapped under student debt so heavy you’ll never leave. And isn’t that what global education is all about?

Are you stuck in visa limbo right now? Got horror stories about embassy wait times that would make Kafka roll over in his grave? Drop your tales of bureaucratic woe below. Misery loves company, and so do we.

***mDenNews

16/06/2025

🌍 Washington, D.C. | 🗓️ June 16, 2025
US Expands Travel Ban to Twenty-Five African Countries. Don’t Worry, It’s For Your Own Safety.

In a bold move to protect Americans from the terrifying threat of, well, other people existing, the U.S. has graciously expanded its travel ban to include a casual twenty-five African countries. Ethiopia? Grounded. Ghana? Not today. Nigeria? Take a seat. Malawi, Senegal, Cameroon? You get the idea.

Officials assure us this sweeping update is purely about “security” and has nothing to do with decades of conveniently selective foreign policy. So, rest easy knowing your uncle who can’t find Malawi on a map is now heroically forbidden from visiting it.

On the bright side, at least Americans can keep enjoying authentic West African cuisine served by the same immigrants we won’t let visit their families. Balanced diet, unbalanced policy.

Feeling safe yet? Or just itchy for a vacation you’ll never take? Drop your hottest travel ban conspiracy theory in the comments. Bonus points if it involves lizard people or a secret Beyoncé passport. 🛂✨

14/06/2025

📡 Austin, Texas | 🗓️ June 14, 2025
BREAKING: Tech Billionaires Discover Trump Doesn’t Deliver, Try Rebooting Reality Instead

Once upon a venture round, a select group of Silicon Valley’s free speech messiahs decided it’d be fun to see if democracy would bend the knee to a handful of crypto wallets and electric car fanboys. Word on the street is they thought Trump was their golden goose, except the goose turned out to be a very loud, orange raccoon that chews wires and bites donors.

Elon, who’s apparently on a personal side quest to cosplay Tony Stark minus the stable PR team, bankrolled this carnival with his usual subtlety: a few tweets here, a couple billion there, and lots of vague promises about “X.com restoring civilization.” Spoiler: civilization remains un-restored, and the X app still can’t decide if it wants to be a bank, a soapbox, or a public therapy session for bored libertarians.

Meanwhile, Peter Thiel, the patron saint of secret vampire billionaires, also tossed some coins into the Trump fountain, hoping the wish machine would cough up permanent tax loopholes and an entire Department of Shut Up, We’re Innovating. Instead, he got a presidential campaign so financially messy that even FTX’s lawyers sent a sympathy card.

This great bet on MAGA 2.0 hinged on the fantasy that tech moguls could steer Trump like a self-driving Tesla. But turns out, much like those Teslas, he just plowed straight into the first guardrail of reality and kept screaming at the traffic cops. Apparently, the algorithm forgot to account for felony indictments, unpaid bills, and that slight issue where swing state voters prefer leaders who don’t use ALL CAPS to settle scores at 3 AM.

In the aftermath, the billionaire boys are whispering about “building parallel institutions” which is a polite way of saying they want to buy new politicians like one buys an NFT: expensively and without reading the fine print. Some have already pivoted to mumbling about RFK Jr., as if the solution to ‘unpredictable chaos man’ is ‘predictable chaos man with podcast biceps.’

Honestly, who among us hasn’t accidentally spent a few billion dollars trying to cosplay The Founding Fathers while simultaneously banning the word ‘cisgender’ from their apps? Relatable, right?

Now, with the Trump fantasy unraveling faster than a Neuralink beta test, Silicon Valley’s bravest keyboard warriors are scrambling to explain to their investors (and ex-wives) why democracy can’t just be blockchained into behaving properly. In unrelated news, several luxury bunkers in New Zealand are currently being restocked with freeze-dried bison jerky and copies of Ayn Rand’s greatest hits.

Anyway, what lesson did we learn here? Maybe money can’t buy love, or votes, or stable genius presidents. Maybe billionaires should stick to colonizing Mars or naming their kids after error codes. Or maybe, just maybe, a democracy occasionally prefers to disappoint billionaires for free.

So, fellow misfits, what’s your bet? Will the tech aristocracy double down on funding the next angry uncle with a TikTok account, or will they finally invest in therapy? Drop your predictions below. ⬇️💸✨

14/06/2025

🧘‍♂️ San Francisco, California | 🗓️ June 14, 2025
Vibe Coding Is Coming for Your Engineering Job, Man.

Big news for anyone who once told their parents, “Don’t worry Mom, I’m majoring in Computer Science, I’ll always have a job.” Turns out the universe heard you, and laughed.

So here’s the vibe (pun violently intended): A new breed of “developers” has appeared on the horizon, armed with nothing but a latte, questionable chakras, and the kind of unearned confidence you normally only see in toddlers and tech bros pitching crypto in 2021. They call it Vibe Coding, a revolutionary approach where actual coding is optional, but feeling good about yourself is mandatory.

Picture this: Instead of learning C++, you just align your energy with the compiler. Forget debugging, simply manifest a bug-free build through positive affirmations and artisanal incense. Who needs semicolons when you’ve got sage sticks and a Spotify playlist titled Focus but Make It Spiritual?

Recruiters are already hypnotized. One start-up CEO, between deep drags of kombucha on tap, confessed, “Traditional engineers waste too much time ‘thinking logically’. We want people who code intuitively. If your aura is clean, your codebase will be too.”

The rest of Silicon Valley, naturally, is pretending to understand it so they don’t look square. Meanwhile, mid-level engineers with 10 years of thankless grind are watching their jobs dissolve in real-time, replaced by a guy named Indigo who charges his crystals on the Kubernetes cluster.

Some skeptics (aka normal people) worry this could compromise software reliability. But the vibe coders assure us that “nothing truly breaks if you vibe hard enough.” Their recent launch of a vibe-coded dating app crashed within 12 minutes, which they consider a success, because it freed users to reconnect with their inner child, unburdened by push notifications.

Is this the dawn of a new coding enlightenment or the final sign we deserve every dystopia Black Mirror ever warned us about? No one knows. One thing’s certain though: if you thought AI was coming for your paycheck, wait till Chad in tie-dye rocks up and says “Hey dude, I just felt the API into existence.”

So here’s a question for our beloved Den patrons: If vibe coding actually takes off, what professionally worthless hobby will you pivot to? Drop your fallback plans in the comments. Personally, I’m dusting off my didgeridoo and looking into interpretive dance for database management.

Stay centered, stay unemployed, and remember: code is temporary, vibes are forever. 💫✨

***mDenNews

14/06/2025

🌵 Yuma, Arizona | 🗓️ June 14, 2025
ICE Kindly Agrees Not to Deport the Hands That Feed Us, at Least Until Harvest is Over and the Hotel Sheets Are Changed.

In a surprise news that only surprises people with a functioning memory, the Trump administration has quietly instructed Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) to holster their “papers please” routine when it comes to farms, hotels, and restaurants. According to an internal email and a few officials who probably shouldn’t be talking to reporters but definitely are, ICE raids and arrests in these industries are now politely on hold.

Why the sudden compassion for folks picking lettuce and scrubbing jacuzzis at the Super 8? Well, turns out that while we can tolerate mass deportations on TV for sport, we draw the line when the salad bar at Golden Corral starts looking suspiciously empty. Imagine the horror of a tourist not getting fresh pillow mints because their entire housekeeping staff got whisked away mid-shift. Unthinkable.

The memo reportedly didn’t come with balloons or an apology, but the gist is clear:
“Yes, we still want mass deportations, just not the kind that mess up our brunch or our all-inclusive pool towels.”

To be fair, a nation must have priorities. National security, strong borders, and a respectable omelet station are all cornerstones of freedom. And we must never forget the sacred Constitutional right to enjoy bottomless mimosas poured by a terrified line cook named José who’s still dodging ICE vans on his smoke break.

One senior official, speaking off the record because they like being employed, said, “Agriculture would collapse overnight if we actually deported everybody we say we want to deport. Plus, the President hates picking strawberries.” Sources confirm the President has not been within sniffing distance of a strawberry field since an unfortunate incident involving a bee, a golf cart, and an expired EpiPen.

So, for now, the raids will focus elsewhere. Perhaps ICE will set up checkpoints at places where immigrants definitely do not contribute: influencer conventions, failed crypto startups, and the comments section of pages just like this one.

In the meantime, farmers can breathe a sigh of relief and maybe throw a barn dance to celebrate. Hotel managers can stop sleeping in the linen closet because half their staff disappeared last Tuesday. And diners across America can keep posting passive aggressive Yelp reviews about slightly cold hollandaise, blissfully unaware that the person who whisked it together was nearly detained on their lunch break.

We at The O***m Den News fully support any policy that ensures we don’t have to personally milk a cow, pick a tomato, or clean a hotel bathroom. But hey, maybe that’s just us being lazy, spoiled citizens who enjoy cheap produce and Instagram-ready hotel rooms. Who can say?

Anyway, what’s your take, dear degenerates? Should ICE stick to deporting people who don’t wash our sheets? Or maybe we should all try picking peaches in 105 degree heat for exactly one day before we have opinions? Drop your scorching thoughts below, extra points for sarcasm 🍑👇

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