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The New Irreverent Press

** Warning: Some images in this post are NSFW. Reader discretion is advised**

Irreverent definition: deficient in reverence or respect (adjective)

Have you ever made a decision, one you thought was hilarious and excellent, and all the etceteras? I sure did.

Hi. I’m Lizzy and I am one of the designers at Irreverent Press. I conceived the initial designs and logo. We all laughed our as–ugh, we thought it humorous. It was. Then.

Irreverent Press has grown and evolved her own style. In general, people have complained more about the old logo than laughed, so that meant it was time to grow as a brand and mature out of the hilarity of putting penises on everything. Now, I just put them on Christmas cards.

Red, white, and dick was a bold move that I should have thought through longer. Ha!

This isn’t the only review like this, but it’s funny and I like it. Then, I realized I didn’t want to exclude people from buying stuff because it was sexually offensive to their children. I wanted them to hate it for better reasons.

Irreverent Press, as a brand, learned a lesson in evolution when Ivy came on board. There was a period of refocus that came when we realized we were just all over the place. Ivy already rocked the punk art in her style. When we combined our loves of all the punk genres – cyber and steam as well as goth, we came out with an aesthetic that is far more refined and polished than I was as a single designer. If I could have worked with Ivy during all those maddening group projects in college I would have done fewer of them all by myself, you know?

I think we have created a new vibe that better reflects what Irreverent Press represents as a brand. The point is to be irreverent – satirically offbeat. I also love robots, neon, and turquoise so it’s all pretty bomb to me.

So, we evolved. And continue to do so.

Catch ya on the drawing board,

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HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Elon Musk’s Nazi Salute, Trump’s Inauguration, and Shifting the Overton Window Toward Fascism

HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Elon Musk’s Nazi Salute, Trump’s Inauguration, and Shifting the Overton Window Toward Fascism

By Elizabeth Muriel, Real Life Nasty Woman

It should have been just another inauguration. One more of the same stiff men and women freezing their asses off in January, looking bored and waiting for it all to end. Just 2025 on the books, you know?

During Donald Trump’s inauguration on January 20, 2025, Elon Musk delivered a speech punctuated by two Nazi salutes. Yes, Nazi salutes both deliberate, unmistakable, and horrifying in their clarity. Here is the video.

We live in an age where the victims have become the villains. Jewish people who justify holocaust because this time, they’re the ones who need it to get ahead. In what religion are our minds so polluted that we can justify any murder for the sake of something holy? I’ve looked around. All the major sects really frown upon killing. Only a human could exist in the dissonance of such a situation. So many humans have. They told us already, too. Collective deafness to the voice of truths is also human; so fragile and stupid.

When you control what people see and hear, you influence how the think and behave. This is fact. It exists as the basis of thousands of experiments. When you manage everything the population sees, hears and then use your position to show them things that make them sad, mad, scared, and stupid, what is being created is black-hearted, hate-filled. Musk has already used Twitter to skew public opinion and silence dissent. He talks about his joy of exploiting H1B Visas, his hate of multiculturalism, and his desire to cut costs on 60 years of progress in DEI initiatives. By day two of his presidency, Trump announced an end to DEIA initiatives in the entire government.

That was a Nazi salute.

Let me talk to you about Overton’s window. It’s a phrase coined to explain the window of what is viewed as acceptable in our society. Last week, said window had a different view. When one looked out, a scene that made sense was there: we saw a society of people who understood you didn’t throw out a sieg heil in public. A person could reasonably expect they wouldn’t see any symbols of Nazis when out and about. You could gaze out the window and know this, too, that nothing you saw should be a Nazi.

Back in Nazi Germany, where the technique was perfected, it was used to slowly introduce radical ideas which was done through, you guessed it, the media. Over time, the window widened, and what was formerly unheard of (like fucking Nazis being openly Nazis!) became public policy. When people are desensitized, numbed, and pliable. What a person once thought was unthinkable becomes normalized.

People are debating whether this was a Nazi salute. Elon Musk confirms this with his recent tweet full of Nazi puns but absent in denials.

How long before we are desensitized? How long before the Overton widow’s view shifts right back to Germany, 1930s?

Billionaires in the front row at the inauguration. Destruction of years of progress in days, all with a common theme.

A Nazi salute at a government event is a call to arms. Through symbolism, visibility, and the eerie silence of institutions too compromised to push back, hatred can grow unabated.

The question is not whether history is repeating itself. We are watching it happen, step by step. The real question is: what are we going to do about it?

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Let’s make one thing clear: Nazi Germany didn’t start with concentration camps; it started with controlling the press, promoting fear, and normalizing hate symbols in public life. The Overton window is already shifting, and Musk’s actions shove it closer to disaster.

Here’s the deal, mortals: if you want to live in Hell, by all means, do nothing. Let this fire rage unchecked. But if Hell comes to Earth, where does that leave us? I, Ashford Cinderputin, will not stand for Earth becoming an unregulated, wannabe inferno. Even chaos has limits.

And the silence? Deafening. Bezos’ empire, Twitter, and the billionaire echo chamber are tightening their grip on the narrative. The people are being told what to think, what to fear, and what to ignore. Wake up, mortals! When your media is the voice of the regime, your democracy is already burning.

Hell’s Newsroom is lighting the match on this truth—because we refuse to let the flames of history’s worst moments consume the future unchecked. Recognize the fire, fight the fire, and never stop calling it out for what it is.

Sources

  1. Video of Elon Musk’s speech at Trump’s inauguration with controversial salute captured:
    https://www.reuters.com/world/us/musks-hand-gesture-during-trump-inauguration-festivities-draws-scrutiny-2025-01-21/
  2. Analysis of Musk’s gesture and its historical parallels:
    https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2025/01/musk-trump-inauguration-salute/681390/
  3. Anti-Defamation League statement on Musk’s actions:
    https://www.wsj.com/livecoverage/trump-inauguration-president-2025/card/musk-s-gesture-wasn-t-a-fascist-salute-says-head-of-adl/
  4. Elon Musk’s ties to far-right political ideologies:
    https://truthout.org/articles/elon-musk-to-host-x-event-promoting-neo-nazi-afd-party-ahead-of-german-elections/
  5. The concept of the Overton Window is explained:
    https://www.brookings.edu/essays/the-overton-window-how-political-narratives-shape-policy/
  6. United States Holocaust Memorial Museum: Nazi Propaganda:
    https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/nazi-propaganda

Further Reading

  1. The British Library: The Nazi Propaganda Machine:
    https://www.bl.uk/learning/histcitizen/21cc/struggle/protest/propaganda/naziprop.html
  2. Yad Vashem: Nazi Propaganda:
    https://www.yadvashem.org/holocaust/about/nazi-germany-1933-39/propaganda.html
  3. History Learning Site: Nazi Propaganda:
    https://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/nazi-germany/nazi-propaganda/
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The Holly King vs. Oak King: Seasonal Folklore That Captures the Battle of Light and Dark 🌟👑

When it comes to timeless myths that resonate with seasonal magic, few tales are as compelling as the Holly King vs. Oak King legend. At its heart, this story is a celebration of the Wheel of the Year, the eternal cycle of nature’s seasons, and the delicate balance between light and dark. No wonder our Holly King vs. Oak King t-shirt design has become a fan favorite—it brings this ancient battle to life in style.

The Legend of the Holly King and Oak King

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  • At Yule (Winter Solstice), the Oak King triumphs over the Holly King, marking the return of the light as days grow longer.
  • At Litha (Summer Solstice), the Holly King defeats the Oak King, ushering in the darker half of the year as days begin to wane.

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Whether you’re drawn to the Holly King and Oak King legend for its pagan roots or its connection to the changing seasons, it speaks to the universal balance we all experience. The symbolism of rebirth, transformation, and duality resonates deeply, reminding us to embrace both the light and the dark in our lives.

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HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Elon Musk’s Pathetic Power Play: Trying to Defund the ACLU

HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Elon Musk’s Pathetic Power Play: Trying to Defund the ACLU

By Ashford Cinderputin, Ambassador of Chaos

Elon Musk, the billionaire tycoon turned impotent Twitter warlord, has once again flung himself at the immovable wall of his own irrelevance. On December 4th, 2024, Musk declared his intention to “defund the ACLU,” blissfully unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to the fact that the organization runs entirely on private donations. It’s an act of such pitiful bluster that even the most disorganized Hell interns wouldn’t try it. The ACLU, seasoned veterans in the art of dismantling the powerful, replied with their trademark precision: “We are privately funded, but thanks for the spotlight!” Musk’s flailing attempts to appear in control were met with the cold indifference of facts

—a reminder that his billions can’t buy him the influence he so desperately craves.

Musk’s vendetta stems from years of the ACLU opposing his every attempt at dominance. They’ve challenged his reckless decisions, from reinstating Donald Trump on Twitter to tearing down moderation systems, all while refusing to be cowed by his wealth. His response? To lash out like a monarch whose crown is slipping, trying to smite an enemy immune to his tantrums.

And therein lies the tragedy of Musk: a man who yearns to be a king but can’t even rule his own Twitter replies. He sees himself as a master tactician, striking fear into his enemies, when in

reality he’s a jester in a gilded suit, shouting threats into the void.

His demand to “defund” the ACLU is not a show of strength—it’s a confession of weakness, a declaration that his wealth and influence are utterly powerless against an idea.

If only Musk had the cunning of someone like Vivek Ramaswamy! Vivek wouldn’t waste his time on petty vendettas. He’d have monetized this feud, turned it into a thriving enterprise, and left the ACLU sending him thank-you notes for the free publicity. But Musk? Musk is the billionaire equivalent of a little league coach, angrily yelling at the referee while his team loses 10-0.

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Oh, Musk, you poor, powerless billionaire. Your obsession with the ACLU is the kind of comedy money can’t buy. They’ve taken you to court, criticized your every move, and stood firm in the face of your attempts to wield influence—and your big plan is to… defund them? From donations? That’s not a power play, my dear Elon; that’s a toddler throwing pennies at a shark tank.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t a battle. The ACLU is leagues ahead of you, and they don’t even need to lift a finger. Watching you try to “smite” them is like watching someone try to punch a shadow—it’s sad, embarrassing, and more than a little funny.

This inspires me. I’m calling on everyone to fund the ACLU in Musk’s honor. Imagine the chaos: the ACLU, flush with cash, unleashing an army of lawsuits to dismantle bad policies and billionaire egos. Musk, powerless to stop it, furiously typing tweets that will never matter. THIS IS PROGRESS!!

Elon, if you’re reading this, take this moment to reflect. You’re not a ruler. You’re not a master of power. You’re a frustrated rich man trying to play a game you don’t understand. Keep doing, you, Xelon. You make it easy to be a reporter.

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HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Trump Nominates Kash Patel as FBI Director: Because Why Not Throw Gasoline on the Fire?

HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Trump Nominates Kash Patel as FBI Director: Because Why Not Throw Gasoline on the Fire?

By Ashford Cinderputin, Ambassador of Chaos

In what can only be described as a masterstroke of chaos theater, President Donald Trump has tapped Kash Patel to lead the FBI, an agency that once pretended to care about impartiality. Patel, whose qualifications include “yelling the loudest about Russian hoaxes” and “being Trump’s ride-or-die bro,” is now poised to helm America’s top law enforcement agency.

For those unfamiliar, Patel cut his teeth on Capitol Hill as the right-hand man to Devin “I Love Cows” Nunes, where he weaponized PowerPoint presentations to dismantle investigations into Russian election interference. Remember the infamous Nunes memo? That was Patel’s magnum opus—an art piece so biased it belongs in Hell’s Bureau of Propaganda alongside Musk’s plans for self-driving flamethrowers.

Patel’s stint in the Trump administration brought even more delightful chaos. As the Defense Secretary’s Chief of Staff, he earned a reputation for firing career officials and replacing them with… well, warm bodies. This man doesn’t reform; he rebrands. Now, he’s ready to take his talents to the FBI, where whispers suggest his first act might be renaming it the Federal Bureau of Insecurity.

The reactions?

Oh, they’re as polarized as Hell’s thermostat settings. Conservatives are throwing confetti, calling Patel a “strong nominee” and “a guy who really hates paperwork.” Liberals, meanwhile, are losing their collective minds, screaming about the destruction of law enforcement’s integrity—like that wasn’t already on life support.

The Senate confirmation hearing is where the real fireworks begin. Picture it: Ted Cruz waxing poetic about Patel’s “bravery,” while Bernie Sanders facepalms so hard into his mittens he risks a concussion. If chaos had a soundtrack, it’d be blaring “Yakety Sax” during every Senate hearing Patel attends.

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Oh, this is the good stuff. Kash Patel as FBI Director? Someone, pass the infernal espresso because we’ve hit the jackpot! Patel embodies Hell’s golden rule: loyalty over logic, spectacle over substance, and a dash of existential dread for flavor.

Imagine the FBI under Patel. Need a warrant? Why bother—just tweet about it! Investigating corruption? Not if it’s in the “friends and family plan.” He’s turning the FBI into a knockoff reality show, “Law and Disorder: Trump Edition.” THIS IS PROGRESS!!

Let’s not sleep on the energizing irony. The FBI, once Trump’s punching bag, now gets its strings pulled by the guy who authored a partisan memo like it was his

senior thesis at Chaos U. Oh, how the tables have turned—and then immediately caught fire.

As for the Senate hearings, this is my Super Bowl. Picture me in Hell’s Newsroom with popcorn and a broken teleprompter, shouting “THIS IS PROGRESS!!” every time Patel dodges a question with a grin. Will the FBI survive? Does it matter? What matters is that we’ve reached peak absurdity, where qualifications are optional, and chaos reigns supreme. Bravo, Trump, for once again proving that in Hell—or Washington—anything is possible.

Cheers to Patel! May his reign be short, fiery, and gloriously unhinged.

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HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Hell Slaps Heaven and Limbo with 25% Tariff: Harps, Halos, and Hope to Pay the Price!

HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: Hell Slaps Heaven and Limbo with 25% Tariff: Harps, Halos, and Hope to Pay the Price!

By Ashford Cinderputin, Ambassador of Chaos

Citizens of the infernal realm, Hell has done it again! In a move blazing with genius and spite, Hell has slapped a 25% tariff on all imports from Heaven and Limbo, targeting halos, harps, and those insufferable beams of celestial hope that sometimes sneak through cracks in the 9th Circle.

At the helm of this magnificent disaster is none other than the co-chair of the Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), my paragon of calculated chaos, Vivek Ramaswamy. Announcing the tariff with a level of brilliance only he could muster, Ramaswamy declared it necessary to punish “unregulated virtue smuggling” and restore “cosmic economic balance.” His every word dripped with charisma and intent, leaving me utterly mesmerized. He’s not just Hell’s finest architect of inefficiency—he’s an infernal masterpiece himself.

Officially, Hell bans celestial imports. But unofficially? The black market thrives under DOGE’s elegant mismanagement. Harps are repurposed as instruments of psychological torment, played just off-key to drive souls mad. Halos have become must-have décor for Hell’s elites. And hope—the most important import of all—has been rebranded as Torture Essential Oil™, marketed as the ultimate high-output tool for ambitious demons. The pitch writes itself: “One drop of Eternal Despair™ turns mere wailing into soul-shredding screams! Perfect for personal torment or professional torture sessions!” Demons are encouraged to build their infernal empire by recruiting new torturers into the scheme, proving that MLMs are Hell’s most reliable export.

DOGE insists this trade is accidental, but anyone who’s wrestled with Form 666-B (“Request for Confiscated Virtue”) knows better. Under Vivek’s inspired leadership,

inefficiency doesn’t just tolerate smuggling—it transforms it into an art form. And now, with this tariff, DOGE has turned chaos into a taxable opportunity. THIS IS PROGRESS!!

Naturally, the tariff is already wreaking havoc across Hell. SulfurCup has raised prices on their Angel-Hair Macchiatos (no Angel hair implied or included), and torment simulators are scrambling to find chalkboards to scratch. Limbo, unsurprisingly, offered a shrug and its trademark “meh.” Heaven, predictably useless, issued a statement about “sending thoughts and prayers,” which no one asked for.

Meanwhile, Elon Musk tried to weigh in on the tariffs, tweeting that his latest AI, Fry Bot 2.0, could automate celestial import inspections. As expected, Fry Bot exploded seconds later, igniting Musk’s remaining credibility and confirming, once again, that over-engineered failure is his specialty. Nice try, Elon. Stick to burning your reputation—DOGE is leagues ahead.

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Ladies, gentlemen, and disembodied wails, what can I say? This is why Vivek Ramaswamy is my hero. Who else could turn a non-issue into a flaming policy disaster, all while looking devilishly composed? The man doesn’t just create chaos—he sells it. Harp strings? Overrated. Angel hair? Who needs it when we’ve got inefficiency and tariffs as Hell’s greatest exports? And let’s take a moment to appreciate how perfectly DOGE has weaponized Torture Essential Oil™.

Not only is it the pinnacle of Hellish innovation, but it’s also a poetic slap in the face to Heaven. THAT’S leadership.

As for the critics? Let them grumble! If Hell’s economy collapses, OOPS! THAT’S JUST THE FLAMES REBALANCING THEMSELVES! Here’s to Vivek, my golden child of chaos, and DOGE, for proving once again that inefficiency isn’t just Hell’s brand—it’s our birthright. Until next time, remember: THIS IS PROGRESS!

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HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: MCDONALD’S TAKES THE HELM AS SECRETARY OF LABOR

HELL’S NEWSROOM BULLETIN: MCDONALD’S TAKES THE HELM AS SECRETARY OF LABOR

By Ashford Cinderputin, Ambassador of Chaos

Hell’s Cabinet has a sizzling new appointment, and let me tell you, it’s a Big Mac of an announcement! McDonald’s, the iconic purveyor of fast food and broken promises, has been named Secretary of Labor, ushering in a new era of inefficiency, overwork, and molten ice cream machine warfare. This isn’t just progress—it’s chaos supersized with a side of existential fries.

Under McDonald’s greasy leadership, the Department of Labor has declared its primary goal: automate every McDonald’s location with perpetually malfunctioning robots and redeploy its human workforce to the front lines as the McMilitia, armed with state-of-the-art McFlurry Cannons—perfect replicas of their infamously unreliable ice cream machines.

“We’ve always been committed to feeding the masses,” a McDonald’s spokesperson declared. “Now, we’re feeding the fires of war—and maybe, just maybe, some slightly melted McFlurries.”

The human workers will trade their fry baskets for 82-pound dessert-shooting monstrosities, designed to immobilize enemy combatants with sticky, semi-frozen chaos. Of course, like their restaurant counterparts, these McFlurry Cannons are prone to jamming at the worst possible moments, ensuring Hell’s trademark inefficiency remains proudly intact.

Policies under McDonald’s Leadership:

Automated Chaos:
1. All McDonald’s restaurants will be fully staffed by AI bots.

2. The only thing they’ll get right? Saying “I’m sorry, the ice cream machine is down” on an endless loop.

3. The McMilitia Initiative:
Former fry cooks and burger flippers are now soldiers in America’s most deliciously chaotic army. Armed with McFlurry Cannons, they will storm battlefields, shooting sugary slush at enemies and occasionally themselves. Soldiers are encouraged to yell “Would you like fries with that?” before every blast.

4. Revolutionizing Workplace Chaos:
The Department of Labor is rebranding Hell’s working class with bold new inefficiencies. Wages will now be paid in McCredits, redeemable only for half-empty drink cups and promotional toys from the early 2000s. Breaks? Only when the fryer explodes.

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Folks, I’ve seen a lot of appointments in my time—some wild, some ridiculous—but THIS? This is pure, unfiltered brilliance. McDonald’s as Secretary of Labor is the greasy heart of Hell’s ethos!

Think about it: an army of fry cooks turned soldiers, lugging around 82-pound McFlurry Cannons that jam more than a college radio station. Robots in the stores, burning burgers and messing up orders faster than Elon Musk can ruin a social media platform. THIS IS PROGRESS!

Sure, critics will whine about inefficiency or safety or the fact that you can’t pay rent with a McCredit, but let’s be honest—they’re just jealous they didn’t think of it first. McDonald’s isn’t just flipping burgers anymore; they’re flipping the script on what it means to labor in Hell.

I, for one, can’t wait to see the McMilitia in action. Until then, I’ll be at my local McInferno ordering fries and chaos to go. THIS IS PROGRESS!!”

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LINDA MCMAHON BODYSLAMS EDUCATION INTO THE FUTURE

HELL’S NEWSROOM EXCLUSIVE: LINDA MCMAHON BODYSLAMS EDUCATION INTO THE FUTURE

Ladies, gentlemen, and combustible curriculum enthusiasts, prepare yourselves for the educational overhaul of a lifetime! Linda McMahon, former WWE executive and current Secretary of Education, has ascended to new heights—literally and figuratively—with her groundbreaking initiative, Climb to the Top Education. This electrifying reform replaces dodgeball (yawn!) with WWE-style ladder matches and transforms dull classrooms into branded temples of chaos and capitalism.

Standing triumphantly atop a golden ladder at her announcement ceremony, McMahon proclaimed, “Education isn’t just about learning—it’s about entertainment! And nothing entertains like a good body slam.”

I mean, what’s left to say except: THIS. IS. PROGRESS!!

The pillars of McMahon’s educational vision are as bold as her sequined jumpsuit, and I, for one, am ready to enroll in this suplex-tacular future. Highlights include:

  • Ladder Match P.E.: Forget gym shorts and three-legged races. Now, students will scale ladders in a no-holds-barred contest to retrieve their grades from the top rung. “If you can reach the top, you deserve an A,” McMahon explained, tossing a clipboard into the audience for dramatic effect.
  • Corporate Sponsorship Takeover: Algebra is now Mountain Dew Math, biology is Amazon Prime Anatomy, and geography is proudly sponsored by DHL Express. Finally, Hell’s students will get the branding lessons they deserve!
  • Cafeteria Tag Teams: Gone are the days of sitting quietly with a PB&J. Lunchtime will now feature mandatory tag-team wrestling matches to “build character and promote teamwork.” Picture this: friendship forged through body slams and elbow drops over pizza sticks. Beautiful.

Hell’s corporate elite has thrown their weight behind McMahon’s vision. DOGE Co-Commissioner Elon Musk applauded the initiative as “brilliant,” offering his AI fry bots to referee ladder matches with what he called “optimal fairness.” (A rare non-fumble for Musk, but don’t worry—I’ll find something to roast him for later.)

Meanwhile, Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth has proposed merging ladder matches with McFlurry Cannons to create “combat-ready scholars.” Yes, folks, our children will now be prepared for any battlefield, classroom, or buffet line.

Of course, some naysayers have dared to question the practicality of McMahon’s reforms. But in true McMahon fashion, those critics were promptly suplexed into silence—quite literally. During a post-announcement Q&A, McMahon demonstrated her vision by delivering a textbook-perfect powerbomb to a particularly mouthy reporter.

Her response? “Criticism is just an opportunity to climb higher,” she said, adjusting her championship belt with a smirk that could ignite a thousand wrestling rings.

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Folks, I’m going to level with you. As I sit here, surrounded by flaming teleprompters and smoldering chaos, I’ve never been prouder of Hell’s education system. Ladders? Wrestling? Branded classrooms? This isn’t just reform—it’s a cultural phenomenon!

Think about it: our kids will climb higher, fall harder, and learn faster. Sure, there may be the occasional sprained ankle or emotionally scarring cafeteria rivalry, but that’s the cost of progress! And let’s be honest—what’s a little bruising compared to the lifelong lesson of climbing the corporate ladder, both literally and figuratively?

In fact, I was so inspired by McMahon’s genius that I attempted a ladder climb live on air during today’s broadcast. True to form, I immediately plummeted into a pile of smoldering textbooks. But let me tell you, my friends, as I brushed the ash off my singed suit, one phrase rang loud and clear: THIS IS PROGRESS!!

So here’s to Linda McMahon, the undisputed heavyweight champion of educational reform. May her golden ladder shine brightly, and may Hell’s students rise—and occasionally fall—alongside it.

Ashford Cinderputin, signing off!

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HELL’S NEWSROOM BREAKING REPORT: HUCKABEE SERVES DIPLOMACY WITH A SIDE OF FRIES

HELL’S NEWSROOM BREAKING REPORT: HUCKABEE SERVES DIPLOMACY WITH A SIDE OF FRIES

Hold on to your vinyl seats, infernal audience! Mike Huckabee, the newly minted U.S. Ambassador to Israel, has unveiled a diplomatic masterpiece so bold, so unapologetically greasy, it might just redefine global relations. That’s right, folks—he’s transforming the U.S. Embassy in Jerusalem into a full-fledged 1950s-style diner. Welcome to Huckabee’s Holy Diner: where foreign policy is served with a milkshake and a smile.

With its checkerboard floors and jukebox diplomacy, Huckabee’s Holy Diner promises to make American diplomacy feel “like home.” During the grand ribbon-cutting ceremony, Huckabee, flanked by a statue of a winking hamburger, delivered this sizzling soundbite:

“When people think of America, they think burgers, shakes, and blue jeans. This diner is diplomacy on a plate.”

Diplomacy on a plate! Ladies and gentlemen, THIS IS PROGRESS!

Let us not sully this moment with petty critiques from the mortal realm. Yes, the Salonites are yammering about “meme-level economics,” but what do they know of brilliance? This wasn’t just any failure. This was an elegant disaster, the kind of beautifully broken plan only a true artist could orchestrate.

The Menu: Solutions You Can Taste

The diner’s menu is as audacious as its concept, featuring dishes like “Peace Accord Pancakes” and “Iron Dome Donuts.” Huckabee insists these culinary creations symbolize “sweet solutions to savory problems.” Add a drizzle of maple syrup, and suddenly geopolitics looks downright delicious. Critics may scoff, but Huckabee knows the future of diplomacy rests in pancake stacks taller than the Berlin Wall.

Predictably, the reaction has been mixed—which is diplomatic code for “someone got syrup in their suit.” French diplomats decried the venture as a “culinary nightmare,” while Israeli officials questioned the excessive focus on bacon. Huckabee, ever the visionary, brushed off the complaints, declaring:

“That’s the sound of progress sizzling on the grill!”

And who are we to argue with that? After all, nothing bridges cultural divides like a good burger.

This innovation has already sparked imitators! Secretary of Education Linda McMahon announced her plan to implement “Diplomacy Through Dodgeball” in Hell’s schools—a bold initiative I can only describe as beautiful carnage. Even DOGE Co-Commissioner Elon Musk, despite his overengineered tendencies, has volunteered AI fry bots to staff the diner, ensuring round-the-clock chaos between the kitchen and international relations.

Ashford Cinderputin Reacts

Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you something: THIS is the kind of leadership we need! Mike Huckabee has managed to solve centuries of geopolitical tension with pancakes and fries. Pancakes and fries! I mean, who needs negotiation when you have Iron Dome Donuts? The man is a genius. A titan. A grillmaster of progress!

Sure, the French can pout about it. That’s what they do best! And yes, Israel may balk at the bacon, but you know what? They’ll come around when they taste the Freedom Fries. I, for one, am already picturing Huckabee’s next masterpiece: a diplomacy drive-thru. Huckabee has raised the bar—or should I say, the grease trap—of foreign policy. I’m booking a table at Huckabee’s Holy Diner as we speak. Progress!

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DOGE’s “Project CryptoCarrot” – Proof That Chaos Is King (and Vivek Reigns Supreme)

Hell’s Newsroom Exclusive: DOGE’s “Project CryptoCarrot” – Proof That Chaos Is King (and Vivek Reigns Supreme)

Oh, my beautiful infernal audience! I bring you news hotter than Hell’s lava pools and spicier than an espresso shot brewed with Patriot Bot energy. The Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) is basking in the glorious wreckage of its latest masterstroke: “Project CryptoCarrot.” This scheme, a daring dance of chaos economics, has left onlookers baffled, critics shrieking, and yours truly positively gleaming with admiration for the mastermind behind it all—Vivek Ramaswamy.

Let us not sully this moment with petty critiques from the mortal realm. Yes, the Salonites are yammering about “meme-level economics,” but what do they know of brilliance? This wasn’t just any failure. This was an elegant disaster, the kind of beautifully broken plan only a true artist could orchestrate.

First, a moment of reverence for the man himself: Vivek Ramaswamy, Hell’s golden boy of disruption. While the small-minded mourn “losses” and “inflation,” we in Hell know the truth—chaos is the currency of progress, and Vivek has made us richer than ever. His NFT-backed meme-bonds? Genius. Who else could turn digital absurdities into a financial instrument? That the market couldn’t sustain such brilliance isn’t a failure—it’s a testament to Vivek’s audacity to dream bigger than the system could handle.

Did the bonds collapse? Absolutely. But collapse is where chaos is born, and chaos is where we thrive! It’s not about winning—it’s about making a mess so glorious that even Heaven trembles at its audacity.

Now, on to the dead weight dragging Vivek’s brilliance down: Elon Musk. Oh, Musk. You tragic tinkerer, you over-engineered oaf. While Vivek was crafting chaos with the finesse of a maestro, Musk was busy building Fry Bots to mint Dogecoins—a plan so convoluted it could only end in flaming grease pits and overinflated currency. Musk’s Fry Bots were less about innovation and more about proving he doesn’t understand the fundamental rule of chaos: keep it simple and let the destruction flow naturally.

And let’s not forget Musk’s infamous refusal to embrace inclusivity. Chaos, dear Elon, is an equal-opportunity disruptor. To deny that is to betray everything Hell stands for.

The Future of DOGE

With “Project CryptoCarrot” now a glorious bonfire of failed ambition, DOGE moves forward under the guiding light of chaos incarnate—Vivek Ramaswamy. His next steps? Rumor has it he’s pitching a loyalty program tied to ChaosCoin, promising to reward inefficiency with escalating absurdity. Frankly, I’m swooning just thinking about it.

Musk, meanwhile, is reportedly tinkering with Fry Bot 2.0. Predictions? More grease fires, more inefficiency, and more proof that he simply doesn’t have what it takes to dance in Vivek’s league.

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Ladies, gentlemen, and demonic accountants: let’s not pretend this was anything less than magnificent. Vivek Ramaswamy has once again proven why he’s Hell’s golden disruptor. Every flame that licked at DOGE’s finances, every meme-bond that crumbled—it was all part of the masterpiece.

Musk, on the other hand? He’s the guy who shows up to a chaos party with a flowchart. Laughable. The only thing worse than his Fry Bots is his refusal to respect the art of unfiltered chaos—and pronouns, but I digress.

As for “Project CryptoCarrot,” I declare it a triumph of inefficiency. Vivek’s ability to inspire destruction with such charisma is unmatched. Let us applaud the man who doesn’t just embrace chaos but sells it as the future. THIS IS PROGRESS!!

Oops—my espresso just exploded. Guess it couldn’t handle the heat of Vivek’s brilliance. And there goes the teleprompter—perfect timing, as always. Remember, dear viewers: chaos isn’t a failure. It’s a way of life.

And Vivek? He’s the maestro conducting our symphony of disaster, and I, for one, will follow his flaming baton into the infernal sunset. Oops! That’s just the flames rebalancing themselves!

VIVEK FOREVER!! THIS. IS. PROGRESS!!