In an age when reality has become indistinguishable from parody, HuckFinn rises to meet the absurdity with the gravity it deserves. We report on the news that isn't — and sometimes wish was.
Since time immemorial — or at least since 2025 — HuckFinn has stood as a beacon of almost-truth in a sea of actual-truth that somehow manages to be less believable. We are dedicated to the proposition that sometimes the only way to tell the truth is to make things up entirely.
Our mission is simple: to provide satire for the discerning reader. The kind of reader who looks at a headline and wonders not just "is this true?" but the far more important question: "should this be true?"
We believe that in dark times, laughter is not merely an escape but a weapon. Every absurdist headline we craft is a small act of resistance against a world that has seemingly lost the plot. If reality won't make sense, we'll make sense of reality — even if we have to bend it a little first.
The role of satire is to expose the truth that facts alone cannot convey.— The Editorial Board
We take our name from Huckleberry Finn — America's original truth-teller wrapped in fiction. Mark Twain understood something that remains true today: sometimes you have to float down a river on a raft with questionable company to see your country clearly.
"You can't pray a lie — I found that out."
— Huckleberry Finn
Twain's Huck saw through the absurdities of antebellum America with the clear eyes of a child and the pen of a genius. We aspire to that same clarity — though we make no claims about the genius part. What we do claim is a commitment to pointing at the emperor's new clothes and asking if anyone else notices the draft.
Every satirical newspaper needs a code. Ours is etched into the very souls of our contributors — or at least into the style guide we occasionally consult.
Every joke we make points at something real. Satire without substance is just noise. We aim to be the signal.
Power deserves scrutiny. The powerful deserve to squirm. The vulnerable deserve better than to be punchlines.
When the world doesn't make sense, we make sense of it — even if that sense involves robots, billionaires, and interdimensional cats.
You shouldn't need a PhD to laugh at a headline. We write for everyone who's ever looked at the news and thought, "surely not."
HuckFinn is founded somewhere on the Mississippi — or at least in its spiritual vicinity. The first headlines roll off the presses, and reality hasn't recovered since.
Readers discover that our satirical headlines are occasionally indistinguishable from actual news. We take this as a compliment to our craft and an indictment of everything else.
The HuckFinn editorial raft continues its journey down the great American river of absurdity, stopping at every port to pick up new stories and occasionally to argue about whether fish can technically commit tax fraud.
HuckFinn is produced by a rotating cast of writers, editors, and assorted river travelers who share one common trait: an inability to take the news at face value. Our contributors hail from newsrooms, comedy stages, and the occasional fever dream.
We operate on the principle that good satire requires both love and frustration — love for the world as it could be, frustration with the world as it insists on being. Every headline is a small prayer for sanity, delivered with a smirk.
Our headquarters remain, as always, Somewhere on the Mississippi. Mail occasionally arrives. Visitors are welcome, provided they bring snacks and low expectations.
The reports of democracy's death are not exaggerated.— HuckFinn, 2025
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