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My recovery is more of a challenge than perhaps I expected. Better late than never.

 

Happy Thanksgiving.

First full three-hour show since surgery! Yay!

Sometimes, a killer is just an a$$hole.

She’s  baaaaack . . . and not a moment too soon!

After today,  have the “Go” code, but it’s impossible for me to do anything without some adventure. Let’s put it this way: NEVER stay in a “Suburban Extended Stay” property. At all. Ever. You’d be better off in a van down by the river.

A postcard from the road as the country goes sideways.

Now that it’s no longer October, perhaps the jerks at Podbean will let this episode post. It’s the last episode before we take to the road on the most momentous journey of my life.

This is going to be a critical month for our conversation’s ongoing existence. Funding will likely be severely diminished while I’m away from the mic for surgery. If you can help us keep the bills paid during my absence, it would go a lonnnnng way toward putting my mind at ease. You can go to either the PayPal interface for The HORN or the GoFundMe page. 

I cannot begin to express the depth of my love and gratitude to everyone who has and will make sure this effort continues until I can recuperate and return. Thank-you!

 

 

A federal judge speaks for everyone disgusted by the leniency being shown to the MAGAT insurrectionists. When is a murder victim not a murder victim? The dimes are beginning to drop in the 1/6 Commission. 

Mo Brooks (Less Brains) does his own version of “If I did it.” Bad cops storm mother and baby. Virginia MAGAT explains the problem with America. A wonderful conversation with my dear friend Roger “Hurricane” Wilson about his life as a performing musician and teacher. 

“Attention Target shoppers  . . .” Traitor Tot sells a t-shirt. Dave Chapelle fails on the First Law of Holes. Maryland Morans want to be hillbillies.

Wow! It’s our HORNiversary! VERY few broadcasts can claim the longevity we have without the assistance of Corporate America, Buy Gold Now ads, and hustles for Stupor Beets. What’s the secret? COMMUNITY!

Hypersonic Gap! Aiyeeee! Is this why we can’t have nice things? Merrick Garland goes to Congress. What about that Statute of Limitations? Nitwit Nero gets a new grift. Jim “Jacket Off” Jordan has a hissy. Matt It Only Gaetz Worse has a bigger one.

GymShorts Jordan gets an awesome new name! Joe Manchin goes barnyard. Lots of PMW loathesomeness.

Stay classy, Nitwit Nero! We share your hope. Oh, and looky here. Damned fool wanted to start a war with Mexico. We really didn’t know how close we were. And we may not know how close we still are to losing the whole republic. 

Everybody sing: “It’s another Manchin Monday, ohhhhh, oh, oh!” Too, also Colin Powell goes to his long home.

School board in Texas apologizes for thinking there’s another “side” to the Holocaust. Konfederate Kids go unpunished in Georgia . . . not so much for the students who sought to protest the Devil’s Diaper. Steve Bannon sends a signal to his master. Joe Manchin screws America . . . some more . . . with a little help from his “friend.”

We finished this week in the deepest hole we’ve ever had. We didn’t even get last Tuesday funded. The HORN has never needed your help more. PLEASE help keep one of the longest running internet broadcasts afloat.

Texas: where there’re two sides to everything . . . and MAGATS are darned well gonna teach ’em! CRT in the Thee-ATER departatment. Steve Bannon takes a powder. Virginia MAGAT gubernatorial nominee finds his breaking point . . . sorta.

Hillbilly Matzohball Soup? Is there such a thing? Thanks to Ferg, there is now!

Archbishop pushes military mutiny. NC Lt. Gov doubles down. Scott and Robyn explore a return to SwapMeet Radio. Hopefully, we’ve finally put the Dave Chapelle issue to bed.

Swag bags! An intellectual examination of the difference between two people who despise trans people.

Morans! Wall-to-wall! Klannie Oakley gets gets an autograph. Denise Dipshit-Dumbass of Fox joins Joe Piscawho to save Colombus Day (that’s how Little Miss Three Names spells it, at least).

 

A peanut butter sammich? Ony a half? In West-by-God Birginny? Hunt for Red October this ain’t.