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How pathetic are the Manly Magat Men Of Maximum Masculinity? Thinketh they their excrement literally smelleth not foul. Yet, their befouled Daddy wrinkleth the nose of ye Almighty even as he doth slumber. Nitit Nero tries to go low on Abdul Sayed, and discovers he doesn’t play that “we go high” game. He cuts Cankles Caligula off at the knees and kicks his orange ass for being short. 

Todd Blanche gets confirmed “in the dead still and dark of night,” immediately gets hailed before a Federal Judge with the rising of the sun. 

Handy Smurf has boy problems. HER boy. HIS felony problems. 

Sen Bill Cassidy adds further shame and infamy to his name.

His Epstein Filter is even more degraded as Cankles Caligula’s worsening dementia vomits out a new vulgarity. 

Circuit Court kiboshes the ballroom and calls Nitwit Nero a “tenant” and sends him into his latest tirade. 

Ol’ Serpent Head continues to shed relevance as he throws another hissy over “Socialists.”

JuiceBox Jeanine is dangling by the thinnest of threads.  

At least five MAGAT senators have demanded that Max”-imum T” Miller quit the House over allegations of his ‘roided up abuse of his wife and daughter. Know what’s weird (or maybe not, because reasons)? An actual ordained Southern Baptist Minister (Moses Mike Johnson) HASN’T. 

Someone wrote a “statement” that Moscow Mitch has gone home. Who knew His Satanic Majesty had a PR Department. Wait. He has ALL the PR people. 

The palm of the Goddess of Irony’s hand is nowhere anyone wants to be, but look! There’s Jimmie Dick or Jaydee or whatever the VP is calling themself these days. 

Crises on the high seas. And surprise! They’re both brought to us by the Dimwit Donnie Derpdustrial Complex. 
Humiliation in the offing in two separate federal courtrooms for Nitwit Nero’s bottom-of-the-pickle-barrel pettifoggers. Victory in Michigan and Mike Rogers thinks all those Browns look alike. 

As of this writing, the clock is ticking yet again. This time, the bell tolls for Max Miller and his political ambitions. He has until 11;59:59 pm EDT of 4 August 2026 to quit his campaign; but Orange Daddy didn’t tell him to quit, so . . . 

Oh, and the cowardly perfidy of a MAGAT scorned proves once again proves disgustingly resilient. Todd Blanchey makes it out of Senate Judiciary.  

It’s Magic Moscow Mitch Day and still no sign of life. Gov. Andy Beshear’s patience is wearing thin at the disrespect. Nitwit Nero, after four hours of “Executive Time” (when they medicate him to something resembling functionality), does Dementia Storytime in a hissy over JuiceBox Jeanine’s decision to save her law license by dismissing the entirely Trumped-up reflecting pool scam. Along the way, he confesses that he was the twit who came up with using a fragile pool liner. Vivek may be headed for defeat as MAGATS go all to pieces in Duhio. 

TGIF (?!) 

Whaddaya reckon Juice Box Jeanine is doing atm? 

Data Centers 

Discuss.

Pay No Mind To The Banner At The Top Of The HORN Webpage

Petey Becomes A Name For Being Put Upon (get that man a year’s supply of “Albatross: The Cursed Treat”

A MAGAT Scorned: Cornholio Twists the Screw

Whyhio? Why? Why Do You Want To Be Talabama?

 

We do pack SO very much into three hours*.  

 

Did you know that of the precious few three-hour progressive talk programs that remain on commercial radio, each hour only has forty or fewer minutes per hour of genuine content?

The H.O.R.N.? Three hours is THREE hours. 

 

Meet the new pissant, same as the old pissant. Rand Paul brings his new McCarthyism to a senate hearing. At this point, Dr. Fauci should get a protective order for stalking against the Liberturdian Opfamologist. Nappy Napoleon rages because he’s too stupid to get out of the war he started as Iran slowly turns the screws. Todd Blanche’s nomination needs more proof of life than Moscow Mitch. 

Lady G gets his send-off to his long home in the dirt. Cankles Caligula, of course, damned him with faint praise, then promptly went nappy-bye. Moscow Mitch, on the other hand, remains Schrodinger’s Senator. The pogrom against Haitian people begins. Haitian people will suffer the most, but there’s a knock-on effect that may likely hit MAGATS, as well as decent people.  

The panic over Epstein grows. . . 

The week comes to an unmerciful close. TW/CW: MAGATS and their ditch-dwellers are capable of unspeakably disgusting behavior. 

When MAGAT groups get the data, but not the conclusion. Nitwit Nero fumbles in Mayretta, Georgia and everyone saw his even-more-rotten hand. MAGAT Congresscreeps run from questions about one of Cankles Caligula’s endorsed candidates. A disgusting new trend emerges at Dollar tree. Todd Blanche’s bootlick gets a drubbing in Federal Court. 

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.