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Oh, the hand-wringing! Oh, the pearl-clutching! Oh, the sweet, sweet MAGAT tears! Margie Sporkfoot has a conniption. Stevie Three Shirts is no better. Klannie Grannie got taken to school and yelling “Beetlejuice” was no help. Massive blast of deregulation sends poison smoke into the air of SE Texas. Oregon MAGAT senators go to court all said and butthurt. Moms For Liberty take it in the (brown) skirts at the polls. Women and weed big winners in THE Buckeye State and THE Olde Dominion. 

The fallout from yesterday’s courtroom stupidity continues unabated. Counsel for the Parking Garage really is out of her league. Former President Barack Obama says what no one else has had the nerve to say about the slaughter in the Levant. More pervert MAGATS. 

“He’s not gonna make it.”

-Todd, being prescient.

Back from the joyous arrival of an absolutely precious little granddaughter. Insanity on this planet continues unabated. 

Happy Halloween! The horrors are unfortunately real. MullahMike has a black son? REALLY? Is this a trick?

The drip, drip, drip of MullahMike’s christian hate continues and his wife is every bit as awful. Nitwit Nero gets caught in a lie with no way out. Iwanka testifies against her Daddy on Friday. MAGATS cheer “WW III” as Geezer Disgustus forgets where he is. “Hello, Cleveland!” 

The unfolding horror that is MullahMike Johnson

Another day in the American Abbatoir. Another day spinning the NRA’s Roulette Wheel Of 2A Feeeedummm. And nothing will happen till it happens again and nothing will happen till it happens again ad infinitum ad nauseam.

The House has a new Mullah, er, Speaker. 

Well. On this evening, with the world going to pot around us, Lo! and Behold! A tiny little non-commercial, non-capitalist broadcast turned 18. “18, 18, 18”. 

To do ANYTHING for eighteen years is somewhat remarkable. To talk to the world that long is a gift. I have sat here in West Virginia and learned SO much. Everyone who has ever called has become a friend. Like Bob Marley said, “Good friends we’ve had, good friends we’ve lost  along the way. . . “

I wish you could know how humbling my life is! To be trusted with information. To never mislead. And to have a damned giggle. 

I love my community!

The Mayhem In the House continues, and it’s only getting dumber. Racist Bannon and Benny “Dry Wife” Shapiro are running opposite grifts. MAGAT Foreign Relations chair admits this is all a shutdown. Joyce Vance agrees with moi as to why Judge Chutkan hasn’t dropped a rock yet on Nitwit Nero. 

If Gym dies anymore, it’s gonna get religious. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Remember until the DAY you DIE how the people you thouoght were your friends HATED you.

For once, the MAGATS get the thorns. Jim “Jacket Off” Jordan has a “Hamlet,” moment, indecisive. To run or not to run. Gee. I hope it doesn’t hurt too little.

Deadly serious and at the same time hilariously incompetent. Jim “Jacket Off” Jordan’s even lousier very bad day. 

Jim “Jacket Off” Jordan had a really rotten afternoon. Good. Most excellent. Twenty GOPpers said, “Aw, HELL, no!” to the very idea of him being Speaker and chaos ensued. Reminder: they may not even want a speaker. What they want is a shutdown. Meanwhile, Nitwit Nero tests his gag order. 

When is a “gag order” not a gag order? When it’s applied to Nitwit Nero. “Gag” has both a specific and a colloquial meaning, as in, “joke.” Bets on what it means in this context? Hate comes home in the Chicago suburbs. 

More of the same, unfortunately. But other madness, as well. George Anthony Devolder James Knox Polk Santos has a meltdown in a House office building (looks like Longworth). Jim “Jacket Off” Jordan inches toward a Speakership as media ask more questions about the young men whose rapes he ignored. Joe-To-the-Manchin-Born has polling problems. 

Really: Pooty’s fingerprints are all over Hamas. Just the same, the MAGATS want to drink Iranian blood. Regardless, the MAGATS can’t get their act together to pick a speaker. Meanwhile, Michele Batshit Crazy Bachman knows exactly why the attack happened. Get the hockey puck. Counsel for the Parking Garage breathes a sigh of relief. A case study of just how screwed up health insurance is in America. 

Day Two of That Thing I Hate To Talk About. But talk we do. And it turns out we’re pretty solid. Condemning Hamas takes no effort. Defining the parameters of peace is complicated. 

PsychoBibi’s chickens come home to roost. The Middle East abbatoir is once more open for business. Naturally, MAGATS make everything worse. But Craven McCarthy sees an opening . . .