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After Charlie Kirk's tragic killing, the President speaks not of ending political violence but of seeking political vengeance.

In Oliver Hermanus's period drama, Paul Mescal and Josh O'Connor play music lovers whose passions prove less tempestuous than isolating.

In Washington, D.C., and online, people mourned the right-wing activist--and some called for vengeance.

After a shooting with obvious political resonance, news about the perpetrator's motives rarely brings clarity.

A drawing that riffs on the latest news and happenings.

Betting is not a new pastime, but the rise of platforms such as Polymarket and DraftKings has made it more pervasive than ever. In an increasingly unstable world, what's the appeal of risking it all?

A gifted cast elevates the poetic drama at the Shed.

Reading the two-hundred-and-thirty-eight-page document from start to finish is like examining a crudely illustrated contract with the devil.

We're trying to capture the hearts and minds of every citizen of the cyberworld and beyond. We wouldn't hate some brand deals, either.

Donald Trump's second term has turned the fight over facts into a war over the authority to define reality itself.