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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. 

The pool ain’t pooling. The ducks are dying. Jaydee ain’t vice-presidenting. The Iranians ain’t surrendering. And the Israelis murdered the turtle lady. Proving what the HORN Community knows, the WaPo is declaring that gasp Tulsi is, was, and always has been a member of a cult. We’ve only been talking about that for nigh a decade. 

Nitwit Nero gives new meaning to “pool coverage.” Fascist Italian PM earns worldwide praise for calling out a classic Julius Geezer lie. New “acting” DNI chief comes to work with a kill list. 

At a party in Chicago, America saw what we once were, and may yet be again. And Ms. Michele scorched Nitwit Nero worse than burnt milk in a hot iron skillet. Kudos, Mrs. Obama for playing your own part in Stoking the Stroke! He, meanwhile, continues to fall apart. His candidates are perverts (surprise!) and his nominees have no self-respect. OTOH, he showed up in Europe (of all places!) without his makeup and looked like the fragile, old, frail, husk that he is. 

And his bootlickers finger the cigarettes in their pockets. 

Hell, I may spark a stogie on The Day.

James Talarico now lives in the head of every MAGAT in Murkkka, especially the creepy evilgelical ones. Nitwit Nero says he has the best deal any president ever made, even as he’s losing his shirt. No worries. If it doesn’t work out, he has the Jadey Egg loaded into a catapult aimed at the underside of a bus. 

The Jaydee Egg torpedoes his own future while he flogs his book. It’s a whole show. Nitwit Nero gets stoked to see where the gold is real. 

We’re gonna get fleeced by Iran. All that money they “saved” by gutting government spending that actually benefitted Americans? Yeah. We’re gonna pay it to Iran to make up for all the damage Cankles Caligula and his pet salute-snappers did when they started this idiotic fool’s errand of a war.  

We live in a weird time. No getting around it. Nothing makes sense and what’s offered as facts don’t withstand scrutiny. 
“The center cannot hold. The falcon cannot hear the falconer.”

We’re there. 

Secret meetings without President PoopyPants. Jadey Egg Vance in a panic. Nitwit Nero parked in front of the TV, sending notes and calling in unhinged to FoxSnooz. One of these days, he’ll call on the Republican Line to Washington Journal. How many docs does it take to say Cankles Caligula is in the peak of health? How many were lying? 

Short of biting the head off a live pigeon, Cankles Caligula put on a dementia show today for the aged. California Congresswoman calls out the national security threats from Trum’s inability to remain conscious. Only here will you get a viable explanation for why a certain medication has disappeared from his personal pharmacopia. 

Cankles Caligula throws a ginormous hissy.  Whiskey Pete desecrates the memory of the heroes of Normandy. Bobby Kennedy dodges the screw worms. Waiting for the boos at Madison Square Garden, where police were giving the literal runaround to ticket holders. Patriots sue to stop Nitwit Nero’s embarrassing UFC brawl. Coalruption for Senator Jumbo Justice. Hope abides that Todd Blanche will lose his law license if not go to prison. 

We’re in dire financial straits and your ‘umble ‘ostess has to buy new tires. we raised a third of the cost. If you hear this podcast, we still need to raise another $445. Can you please help?

From one screw worm to another. One is “biological.”

In the middle, even the Texas MAGAT Ag Commissioner is pissed and the Iowa GOP Gov nominee is running from his porny past . . . while he ran a K-12 school. 

My father, a carrier sailor from WW II whose first job was Fire Control, would send curse words into space at what his fellow carrie sailors dealt with on the Ford.