Prayer Meetin’ Wednesday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 12 April 2022

C’mon down that blood red aisle! A sermon from a dead groomer Evilgelist becomes a reality in the Missouri House. Fox’s problems keep birthing new problems. Nitwit Nero tries to sue a witness into silence. Texas MAGAT mansplains what women’s real problems are, besides being second class citizens: “Stop talking about abortion!” The triumphant return of the Tennessee Two to the scene.  

Trumptanic Tuesday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 4 April 2023

Merry Indictmas to all the good boys and girls and enbys!

4 April is a far more momentous day in history than what we saw today. It is a day of remberance. Fifty-five years ago today . . . 

Still, we must deal with Nitwit Nero’s indictment. And it is anything but cut and dried. I suspect there will be no small amount of legal drama in this trial. Meanwhile, in Floriduh and Tennestan . . . 

Moran Monday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 3 April 2023

Moran One is . . . me. I was so excited to be back home and behind the mic Friday the 31st that I forgot to hit the “Record” buttons. Nonetheless, here we are! Oh, Leslie Stahl! What bad journalism! If you’re going to platform Marginal Traitor Queen, you have to be fearless. HINT: Leslie Stahl is NOT fearless. Then John Stewart reminds us why he’s America’s most trusted news anchor. 
It’s soooo good to be back!

Thorn-In-the-Side-Porch Thursday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 23 March 2023

I’m gonna miss y’all like the Devil misses central air. I’ll be back for FOtFP on 31 March (TDOV). I’m off to the far, strange land of New Jersey, and then D.C. This is what it means to be a grassroots activist. I’ve been doing it for fully a third of my life, and it’s time to go again. 

In the meantime, who knew one Thursday could contain so much MAGAT dumbassery? I have NO idea why I’m surprised. Regardless, here we are: up to our eyeballs in gun-humper bloodlust and a twit from Colorado with color glossy photographs with a paragraph on the back of each one and a hankerin’ for wolf meat. 

Murkkka!

Titanic Tuesday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 21 March 2023

Titanic! Tuesday! Thai officials find their missing radioactive material. A great idea ruined in NC. Texas has a healthcare crisis of its own making. Who knew Miss Lindsey could be funny? Nitwit Nero foghorns more violent insurrection. FloridaMan MAGAT looks at 35 years in the joint. WeakerSpeaker McCarthy goes ahead with a veto override vote. Who needs clean water?

Moran Monday In Manacles, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 20 March 2023

Spring! Such a relief! Except that it’s freezing. Anyway! It’s a day, appropriately, of MAGATS losing their . . . feces. Their GodEmperor of Derp may be criminally charged. They don’t know whether to bark or heel. But it’s interesting to watch. 

Meanwhile, the Republic hangs in the balance. 

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St. Patrick’s-On-the-Front-Porch, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 17 March 2023

Hi, I’m a serpent. Kiss me! I’m Irish! 🙂 Patrick failed! 🙂 (But the Vikings didn’t! Lindisfarne, anyone?) Oh, well! On to the hell of the day. I’m not the only one disillusioned by the lack of DoJ action against Geezer Disgustus. So, too, is Nicolle Wallace (but she’d squeal like a stuck pig if what she wants for Nitwit Nero were to be applied to her former boss . . . oops!) 

Moran Monday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 13 March 2023

Snowflake Money-up gets punky-punked. Rafaelito gets a haircut . . . from his publisher. Zelensky opens a new room in Pooty’s head . . . where he lives rent-free. Alliance Defaming Freedom, that tax-exempt fascist grift, gets caught in an email dump. South Carolinastan MAGATS want to execute women for getting abortions. MAGATS blame “woke” for SVB collapse.

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Women’s Day Wednesday, Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid, 8 March 2023

Joyful greetings to all my sisters on this day! Thank-you so for being in my life. 

Now back to our regularly scheduled outrage. I can’t help wondering if the outage that kept me off air Tuesday was really a fallen tree or, y’know, Nazis. Accelerationism. And in the meantime, reports indicate the Boogaloo Incel Tactical Command Headquarters Executive Staff is re-organizing. Great.