The Weekly News Review For 28th November.

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Another week in the global circus, where geopolitics, crime, and economics all compete for the coveted title of “Most Ridiculous Plotline in Human History.”  

- Ukraine peace talks intensify: diplomats are now shouting at each other in slightly softer tones, which experts say is the closest thing to progress since 2014.  

- Bolsonaro sentenced to 27 years in prison: proving once again that populism is all fun and games until the judge stops laughing. Rumour has it he’s already planning a prison reality show called “Cell Block Strongman.”  
 
- Hostage crisis in Gaza continues: negotiators are now considering swapping hostages for NFTs, because at least those hold value for five minutes.  

- Louvre jewel heist arrests made: police say the suspects were caught after trying to pawn a diamond the size of a baguette in a Paris corner shop.  

- Nigerian schoolgirls freed after kidnapping: finally, some good news, though politicians immediately claimed credit despite being nowhere near Nigeria.  

- Italy criminalizes femicide: a bold move, though critics note it was already frowned upon in most circles.  



🇬🇧 UK Budget 2025
The Chancellor has unveiled a £26bn tax rise, mansion tax, frozen thresholds, and a business rates hike. Translation: if you own a shed, it’s now technically a mansion. Meanwhile, the two-child benefit cap is scrapped, meaning Britain can finally return to its natural state of producing sitcom-sized families. Fuel duty cut extended, so at least you can afford to drive to the food bank.  


🇺🇸 US Headlines
- A Palestinian-American teen released from Israeli prison: America celebrated by immediately debating whether teenagers should be allowed to exist at all.  
- US backs Gaza division plan: because nothing says “peace” like drawing new lines on a map with crayons.  
- Washington DC shooting injures two National Guard members: officials reassured the public by saying it was “only the capital, not somewhere important.”  
- Medicare drug price cuts announced for 15 drugs: seniors rejoiced, then immediately forgot what they were rejoicing about.  
- DOJ resignations: insiders say the Department of Justice now resembles a revolving door, except with more subpoenas.  



Closing Note
So there you have it: peace talks, prison sentences, jewel heists, budget misery, and America doodling on Gaza like it’s a Risk board. Humanity marches on, proudly proving that satire is just journalism with better punchlines.

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