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It’s freezing in the HORN Studio. The Republic is in peril. 

The Constitution lacks heroes in bold face,. 

And at least this program hasn’t been violated by AI.  

The Goddess of Irony has taken ownership of Whiskey Pete. MAGAT economist says it’s moral to let people starve. MAGAT White House invents new procedure: “Preventive MRI” (there’s no such thing). Nitwit Nero pardons actual narco-terrorist. MAGAT blatherhead triggered by John Lennon’s “Imagine.”

Murder on the high seas has a father. Whiskey Pete ordered the slaughter of survivors of one of his acts of piracy. And the Admiral in charge of JSOC is in up to his eyebrows, too. Illegal orders are really a thing. Background the ForProfit Media won’t give you on the death of Sarah Berkstrom, the murdered mountaineer member of the WV National Guard. Pill-Pushin’ Fatty Paddy Morrissey is past a monstrosity. He’s a psychopath.

 

We’re sooooo close to finishing November fully funded. we need $210 to finish a matching challenge and $150 after that to reach that magic goal that keeps liberal, progressive radio going at The HORN.

The day many of us dreaded has come. Someone shot a couple of National Guardsmen who were part of the illegal Occupation of D.C. Details are sketchy while this gang of criminals in the White House concoct some ridiculous false flag narrative. Meanwhile, Nitwit Nero gets a win and a loss in court. Campbell’s is trying to damage control its way out of the soup.

“Campbell’s . . . soup is (and you don’t wanna know what the executives think the rest of the jingle is). Karoline (no one will ever say she’s sweet) LeavittAlone says she works so hard she’s done caught the Petey SD. Mr. BoneSaw tells Cankles Caligula to piss right up an Abraham (ac)Cord. Nitwit Nero pushes for a movie to be made by a gin-you-wine Hollywood Sex Predator. 

Nitwit Nero lies about the cost of Thanksgiving Dinner. That, in turn, exposes social cracks that seem almost too ridiculous to be believed. Comey and James indictments canned. Lawyer Hooligan may not get to do lawyer stuff (did she really ever) for Cankles Caligula. 

Coast Guard backtracks on swastikas. Federal judge says Bovine Greg is a liar . . . and takes 233 pages doing it. Freaky Flavius calls for execution of members of Congress. He also met with Zohran Mamdani today and it was . . . bizarre. 

Turns out that “No” voter Clay Higgins, a dirty cop with a filthy past, has a past even filthier than we knew. J6er busted after trying to buy the silence of a little boy he allegedly sexually abused. Sex trafficking goes hand-in-disgusting-hand with child marriage, sometimes even requring the signature of a judge. One such judge is under indictment for possession of CSAM . . . of course. Nazi MAGAT declares the GOP has a Nazi problem. Now to Hank in the weather center. Hank, is rain wet? 

Re-upload. What a day was Tuesday!

A surefire, bona fide whole-program filiroxster! Life at the Miller household must be a real delight, what with both parents being notorious scream queens. Bovine Greg quotes from Charlotte’s web, gets called out by E.B. White’s granddaughter. Heat’s building up under Lindsey Hooligan and JoJo “John Mitchell” Blondie. Jehosaphat gets permission for some permissive performative outrage. Nitwit Nero plays eleventy-dimensional chess with the Epstein files. 

Dear God, they were right. The Epstein files really ARE much worse than the MAGATS dared fear. And it’s funny and disgusting, made the moreso by your ‘umble ‘ostess’s radio portrayal of that magic moment. 

Despite feeling like ick, your ‘umble ‘ostess crawled in behind the mic for three hours of stellar, independent radio. And now I need a shower. Those Epstein emails get worse and worse and worse. Dribble, dribble, dribble. Guess who came to dinner with DonOLD on Thanksgiving, 2017? Yup! Itttttttt’s JEFFREY! Nitwit Nero may never do another press conference again. Oh, and the CHILD that Matt Gaetz paid to sexually abuse has come forward. Do the honorable thing, Matt. And I don’t mean marry her. Lindsey Hooligan gets exposed in Federal Court. The Hon Cameron Currie doesn’t appear to be amused. 

Sorry for the early (and abrupt) end. Got hit with a nasty wave of nausea mid-program. 

Dulce et derpcorum est, as far as Nitwit Nero is concerned. That dirty, old dotard couldn’t get past the first three words of “God Bless America” during the ceremony today at Arlington. But he did dance a little, minus the hand job, er, jive. Mullah Moses Mike prepares to call the inmates back to Bedlam to put the wood to America. Senate “clean” CR has a half-million dollar giveaway for seven senators. 

Deconstructing the monumental betrayal by eight senate dems in the dark and still of a frigid Sunday night. So pathetic and vile on every level imaginable. They did it entirely for themselves. For once, there’s no cogent argument for why they did. It was nothing but the most naked and craven kind of cowardice and calculation. 

Friday and your ‘umble ‘ostess is riding out some crud, but the zeitgeist waits for no bug. Nitwit Nero jets away (on our damned dime) to MAGA-Loco, where “the World waits” (will anyone besides me get that?) to see if he can actually walk from the golf cart to the green, or if he can even play at all. JimmiDick Bowman lets it slip that he ditched ConLaw 1. In the meantime, his vulgar pettifoggers toddle off to SCOTUS to demand the right to starve children. “America First,” y’all! Oh, and another MAGAT turns out to be a total kinkster (no shame!) except for the hypocrisy!
Happy weekend, y’all. 

Your ‘umble ‘ostess is under yon weather, hence the shortened program. Still, we packed in SCOTUS corruption, ICE perjury, and a health crisis (no, not that one) in the Oval Office.

Fascist MAGATS turn cannibal the day after they got plum whooped. Wail harder. Nitwit Nero doesn’t know why he had an MRI. Dementia patients often don’t. 

Sorry about yesterday. The Plebs speak for themselves today.

I’m a tad distracted. I have a new granddaughter.

Boo!

Stay safe out there. We’re living in spooky times, and not in a fun way.