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Scott.

 

Y’all!

 

. . . not done crying . . . 

 

 

Back from the road and a reasonably safe trip to Tennestan, but it’s always sketchy. We delve into the titanic intellect that is “Mom’s Fer Libertee,” a/k/a Klanned Karenhood, a/k/a Assholes With Casseroles, a/k/a the Brown Skirts. And, of course, a holiday weekend outbreak of Second Amendment Feeedumm. 

TW: while on-air, I learned of the passing of one of our community’s most beloved conversationalists. Farewell, Scott In San Diego. My heart is broken. 

SCOTUS SUCKS! Say it loud. Say it PROUD! Those fascist assholes saved  this one for the last. This was their dagger struck at PRIDE. Bricks beat daggers!

This is one of those episodes where one really has to talk about the elephant in the room. SCOTUS, in case you haven’t noticed, is crooked as a dog’s hind leg and racist af.

Mt. Rushmore is a demonic telephone line to D.C. Don’t blame me! I only report. But Dr. Mari needs to lay off the filler more than I need to lay off the Maybelline. That woman could out-kiss a Beluga whale.  Just sayin’. And that’s only the beginning. Man-of-Manly-Masculinity-Manhood Josh Hawlin-Ass- Sissy found his internal subwoofer to growl at a roomful of “christians.” And grunt he did! Me, I’m suspicious. 

We’re so deep in a hole trying to keep up with the bills that a bunch of billionaires in a Libertarian Death Thermos couldn’t find us. If you care about Progressive media, non-capitalist, non-advertiser-supported, “BUY GOLD NOW, you rubes!) radio, might you please help keep it all going?

Hey! A titanic tuesday without any references to the Libertarian Death Thermos! Yay! Nitwit Nero grunts and moans at the EVILgelicals. SCOTUS shows its true colors in a case affecting a woman’s right to be safe. OTOH, they kinda, sorta got it right in the case about the harebrained, cockamamie scheme known as the “Independent State Legislature” theory. Naturally, Fappy Thomas leapt onto the stupid, wrong side of history. 

Y’all, we’re struggling to finish June adequately funded to get us through the next broadcast month. We’re $1,400 dollars behind and falling further as the month heads to its end. Your help keeps this conversation going.

Count the MAGATS with me .  . . 

It’s no fun talking about a boy who didn’t want to get on the boat. “Be a MAN, my son!” 

Men with money should probably not be trusted. Hillbillies know that from waaaaaay back. Please Note: no hillbillies were aboard the Libertarian Death Thermos.

Libertarian Death Thermos final update. Poor, stupid fucks. Back on dry land, Sammy “Bad Breath” Alito has his own sweet, Sweet, SWEET billionaire. And Sammy’s mad we know about it. 

Happy Solstice! Most of us knew John Durham was a political hack. Today, opening his mouth in the House, he removed all doubt; may have even lied under oath. “Lock him up!” I guess we’re fascinated with the ongoing search for some really stupid billionaires who took a ride in a “janky libertarian death thermos.” Macabre? Yes. Understandable? Also yes. Marge & LorLor ain’t friends no more. The 7th Grade Prom should be a real dramafest.

Well, how about that! A Titanic Tuesday with an actual Titanic story. Also: the titanic intellect of Josh “Man of Masculine Manliness” Hawley. He’s Big Mad about Juneteenth, just like Charlie Kirk and some drunk doodbro having his first fifth of the day on Washington Journal. Merrick Garland had to be embarrassed into investigating Julius Geezer. Two instances of VERY good news!

MorOn this later. Bwahahahaha! Soooo sorry about Friday! That one was unexpected. But Monday came with a vengeance. A terribly stupid vengeance. New Hampshire Nazis. Jeeeeezuss, who ever thought I’d type THAT? Florida racists? Well, now! That was downright predictable on Juneteenth. And OH! Something we were alllllll waiting for finally “came” true. No spoiler. It’s too good.

Started well . . . MAGATs mad at everything . . . awesome conversation . . . then . . . POOF! No interweb tubes! A crappy end to an insane week!

Love y’all!

After a couple of harried days of running hither and thither, your humble hostess returns to the air. And the Goddess smiles, delivering an actual, real, live, decent, humane decision by SCOTUS . . . well by seven members of SCOTUS. Fappy and Sammy couldn’t be decent human beings if their hate-filled souls depended on it. Nimrata Haley promises to pardon Tangerine Tiberius. Klannie Grannie gets burnt to the ground by Rep. Jasmine Crocket. Southern Baptists descend on NOLA to re-affirm how much they hate women . . . at least women who aren’t the sex workers more than a few of them likely, er, um, visited.

Episode cut short due to a tire blow-out I had to sort out at a distance. Figured I’d put up the fragment just the same, since it was Arraignmas Day.

Merry Arrestmas Eve! Nitwit Nero is losing it, sending “coded” messages to the MAGATs, trying to find a lawyer to stiff, and, most of all, trying to gin up a(nother) domestic terrorist attack. Meanwhile, Marge is grunting and Klannie Grannie is shrieking slurs. MonkeyUp DeKlantis shows his less-than-human side with a really problematic declaration to “honor” (his word, not mine) the Pulse Massacre. 

Wanna understand what’s going on? Turn off the tube and listen to smart people! 

Two dead and one indicted. What a Thursday! Pat Robertson meets his maker and it’s decidedly warm where he is. An execution in Missouri. SCOTUS gets one right. Fappy is furious about it. Nitwit Nero says the Feds have indicted him. 

It’s an almost all-Floriduh episode. Except for the Weaker Speaker’s no-good, very rotten day. What a joke Kevvers is! But it was also a no-good, very rotten day for Monkey-Up. 

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