Comical Truth

 🌩️ The Holy Smokes and Hypocrisy Show: God, Gold, and Guided Missiles By Theologian of Tactical Sarcasm, Reverend Dr. I. M. Laughing — Welcome to the weekly broadcast of The Holy Smokes and Hypocrisy Show, where we explore how an all-loving, omniscient God somehow always votes the same as your Uncle Bob, owns beachfront real estate in Vatican City, and still can't decide if shrimp is worse than shelling civilians. Let us begin. 🧨 Thou Shalt Not Kill (Unless It's for Oil or Doctrine) Apparently, the commandment "Thou shalt not kill" comes with a small asterisk — unless you’re bombing people in the name of peace, freedom, or holy interests. "Turn the other cheek" becomes "target the other village," especially when it's full of people who worship the wrong flavor of sky dad. Religious leaders have blessed everything from crusades to nukes, as long as someone tithed generously and said grace before launch. 💰 The Riches of Heaven (and th...

   Here’s a satirical  comical article  in the style of  The Onion  or  Mad Magazine , featuring your fictional medical team, centered on  silencing science, deplatforming dissent, and the cult of corporate medicine . 🩺  Iatrogenic Intelligence Institute Declares Victory Over Free Thought in Medicine By Ryduc Press WASHINGTON, D.C.  — In a triumphant press conference held on a revolving stage shaped like a dollar sign, Dr. Avarice Grabmore, Department Chair of Iatrogenic Medicine, announced today the  successful elimination of transparency, accountability, and anything resembling independent thought  in modern healthcare. Flanked by his elite panel of ethically elastic contemporaries, Dr. Grabmore grinned under fluorescent lighting as he proclaimed: “We’ve finally silenced the last holistic heretic. From now on, the only 'second opinion' allowed is another invoice.” 🧪 Science is Settled™ — Sponsored by ScienceCorp™ Thanks to ...

  🚲    From Two-Ton Coffins to Pedal-Powered Joyrides: Why Cars Are Killing Your Wallet and Your Waistline By a Recovering Autoholic — Let’s face it. Your car — yes, that shiny metal box you lovingly wash every Sunday — is a two-ton, gas-chugging coffin on wheels. It’s a rolling money incinerator, a sedentary prison, a temple to traffic tantrums. Meanwhile, parked in your garage (or collecting dust under a tarp) is a miracle machine so elegant, so efficient, it practically screams, “Hey buddy, remember joy?” That machine is the humble bicycle. And it wants you back. — 🚗   Cars: The Wallet-Wrecking Treadmills of Doom Cars make you broke, bloated, and angry. The average American coughs up $10,000 a year to own one — and that’s if you’re lucky and haven’t run over a nail, a raccoon, or your neighbor’s inflatable Santa. Gas? Pricey. Insurance? Predatory. Repairs? Oh, you’ll learn about catalytic converters, friend. And in return for all that money? You get to sit f...