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The regime in Tehran knows it likely can't win the war, but it can certainly globalize the pain of the conflict--even if it's ultimately at its own expense.

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In Daniel Chong's cheerfully ludicrous science-fiction comedy, robot technology enables an environmental activist to walk and talk with the animals.

As the region spasms, the clash between Israel and Hezbollah is gathering force.

A drawing that riffs on the latest news and happenings.

Past conflicts eroded Congress's ability to decide when to go to war. Donald Trump's attack on Iran destroyed it.

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Even the most seasoned performers have had trouble nailing the gig. Why is it so hard to get right?