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Tech issues again  this evening. Oof. 
Whiskey Pete gets hammered under cross examination by Jon Ossoff in the Senate. Mike Waltz, using the same talking points, gets the same treatment in the House. 

Another MAGAT pedophile gets busted . . . and your ‘umble ‘ostess actually knows him and called it years ago. 

“Welcome aboard Flight 666 bound straight for Hell! We’ll now begin showing IDs to vote.”  

“Welcome to Olive Garden! May I see your Voter I.D.?” 

Insane.

Creeps. Of almost every stripe. MAGAT sexual predators. MAGAT self-hating women. Joann Rowling. And of course, the Creep-In-Chief, itself.

On the way out the door, Russell Vought finally heard words he’s needed to hear ages ago. ICE goon outed by his ex-wife for murdering an innocent man. Todd Blanche and his pettifoggers get busted making up legal precedents. Dem Ohio Gov nominee shoots herself in the foot . . . with Democrats.

Todd Blanche goes to Capitol Hill . . . and faceplants. “I made a big mistake,” he said of the J6 slush fund . . . and then weaseled around. It was a bad day, even worse for Jay Clayton da Turd, who humuliated himself with his bellycrawling routine. 

It’s the darnedest thing. The only thing Moscow Mitch’s “proof-of-life” is proving is that only feeble-minded MAGAT simps are falling for it. 

“For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of queens.” -Shakespeare, if the truth be told.

Lindsey Graham is dead.

Thanks, again, SCOTUS! That whole “fire-em-if-you-got-em” ruling is already yielding Federalist Society/Heritage Foundation dividends, yeah? ICE goons murder again . . . and try to abduct the witnesses out-of-country. Nitwit Nero doesn’t understand that not signing a bill means IT BECOMES LAW. I’faith, we breathe the ether of the Moronosphere. 

Oddly enough, I mentioned Generalissmo Fracisco Franco, who is still dead. OTOH, Moscow Mitch is become Schrödinger’s Senator: both dead and alive at the same time until someone opens the box/hospital room/sliding drawer in the hospital morgue. 

Have an AWESOME Weekend. 

Like we always say: So far ahead of the curve it’s like we’re on straight road. Hi, Jehosaphat!

We tried to tell you it wasn’t about trans people in the military. That, as in 1933, was just the starting point. Whiskey Pete won’t quit until he has a racially “pure” all-white military. Now it’s the Navy’s turn. internecine bickering erupts in the MAGAT-o-sphere over Dead Charlie. WineBox Jeanine’s pettifoggers had an embarrassing day in court. Nitwit Nero’s out $5M + interest. 

We.Are.Impervious! Been raining all day, but the roof is tarped.
And, Do Jesus, Dill Harris, but what a day! Nitwit Nero on the loose in NATO. Graham Platner’s campaign corkscrews into the dirt. And then, and thennnnnn . . . a new birth of crazy. 

So there you are: all ready for the evening and then . . . Graham Platner. DAMMit! 

Oh, well, at least you have the boys’ soccer team, Oh. Oops.

This 250th celebration could have been joyous. That was the idea when planning started in 2016, but everything goes to somewhere south of hell with Nitwit Nero. Fortunately, no one is there to get heat stroke other than his cult members. Otherwise, it’s business as usual at places like Focks. Papa Leo puts another shot across Nitwit Nero’s bow. 

Happy 250th! May our 251st be a new birth of freedom! 

Wine Box Jeanine brags about another insane, fascist indictment. Yep! Felonious Water-touching. And she’s NOT going to talk about January 6! Nitwit Nero wants a “threesome” with his “two beautiful sons.” Day 18 of McConnell Watch. Is he dead? Is he not? How could anyone tell? Todd “34 Felonies” Blanche screws up. Again. Some more. Dancers dodge death as tacky stage begins to fall apart on the Mall. 

There’s always a surfeit of madness, evil, and stupidity on this rotten timeline. Regardless, some dates have more gravity for me than others and that gravity exists outside the vulgarities of the present. This is one such date. 

More times than I can count, people have said to me, “write a book.” There’s never been enough time. Once in awhile, though, the waves of memory crash on the shores of my present. As Mrs. Lowman said, “Attention must be paid.”

Still, make no mistake, we live in a time dominated by evil, venal, hateful people. We’ve got them here, too. 

The entirely illegitimate SCOTUS bugged out till October today, but not before barely keeping the 14th Amendment on life support while trashing its Equal Protection clause in regard to the tiniest and most vulnerable majority in the entire country. Ahistorical members of the multimillionaire ForProfit Media declared a “win,” when it really wasn’t. Fascists never stop attacking. 

Nitwit Nero’s pet SCOTUS sends him home with E. Jean Carroll’s judgment against him intact and unchanged. Even they know he’s a sexual predator. OTOH, they also upended a hundred years of precedent to let Cankles Caligula fire agency officials will-ye-nil-ye. Cool. Firing MAGATS is gonna be big fun in a few years! 

To be “fair,” Nitwit Nero’s carnival is a big, ol’ flop. But if you go, watch out for Uncle Sam. Vile, thy name is (Nut)Megyn. Or Katie Miller. Or Or Or . . . 

SCOTUS confirms the murderous fascists they are, then Sammy Bad-breath Alito howls when he’s kicked. 

What? Matrimonial feuding in the Whor, er, White House? Carpet in the Imperial Potty? Quel horreur! A shouting match with Cankles Caligula at a plumb-dignified MAGAT Senate lunch-ee-on! Flu running wild among the boots at Lackland. The details are entirely un-shocking. Postmaster General admits he wants to deny mail-in ballots. 

Pettifoggers be pettifogging! Nitwit Nero faces a J6 trial just because he decided to sue the Beeb. The similarities between Stephen Miller and his hero, Heydrich, come into closer focus.