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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.

Thanks, again, SCOTUS! That whole "fire-em-if-you-got-em" ruling is already yielding Federalist Society/Heritage Foundation dividends, yeah? ICE goons murder again . . . and try to abduct the witnesses out-of-country. Nitwit Nero doesn't understand that not signing a bill means IT BECOMES LAW. I'faith, we breathe the ether of the Moronosphere.  Oddly enough, I mentioned Generalissmo Fracisco Franco, who is still dead. OTOH, Moscow Mitch is become Schrödinger's Senator: both dead and alive at the same time until someone opens the box/hospital room/sliding drawer in the hospital morgue.  Have an AWESOME Weekend. 

Like we always say: So far ahead of the curve it's like we're on straight road. Hi, Jehosaphat! We tried to tell you it wasn't about trans people in the military. That, as in 1933, was just the starting point. Whiskey Pete won't quit until he has a racially "pure" all-white military. Now it's the Navy's turn. internecine bickering erupts in the MAGAT-o-sphere over Dead Charlie. WineBox Jeanine's pettifoggers had an embarrassing day in court. Nitwit Nero's out $5M + interest. 

We.Are.Impervious! <grin> Been raining all day, but the roof is tarped. And, Do Jesus, Dill Harris, but what a day! Nitwit Nero on the loose in NATO. Graham Platner's campaign corkscrews into the dirt. And then, and thennnnnn . . . a new birth of crazy. 

So there you are: all ready for the evening and then . . . Graham Platner. DAMMit!  Oh, well, at least you have the boys' soccer team, Oh. Oops.

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. 

Shortstack Rubio loses in a battle of wits with Rep. Ted Lieu. Nitwit Nero's bromance with "Jaxson" grows ever stronger. Ag Sec Brookey Rollins doesn't know what "farmer" means. Stevie Three-Shirts and NutMegyn Kelly are both throwing the towel on November. Why isn't Nitwit Nero taking his gender-affirming care anymore?

Hooooo-weee! "See? BS" just bought themselves a whoppin' lawsuit. Please, Mr. Pelley, take it to trial. PLEEEEASE! MarkWayne lacks Krusti's appeal.  California scares me. 

J6er gets plum Pentagon position. Li'l Marco doubletalks his way through a budget hearing. Ebola? What Ebola? Sen. Van Hollen refers to Trump as stupid to Rubio's face. Homophobic Tennestan version of George Santos gets called out by a MAGAT colleague. Graham Platner's campaign takes another hit. 

Late upload. Had to go out and buy a new keyboard. Sometimes, your 'umble 'ostess shouldn't be trusted with anything more complex that a pair of chopsticks.  TRIGGER WARNING: this episode contains on of if not the absolute worst cases of CSA I've ever read. The evil that stalks this world knows no bounds and seems to be expanding.

James Talarico has literally reduced the MAGATS to sniveling, snot-nosed schoolyard pissants. Angry Texas Republicans are ready to burn it all down to punish their leadership. Nitwit Nero is in the middle of a losing streak. 

Aging PC decided to be recalcitrant. Sorry for the delay.

Fornicatin' Ken Paxton's gonna have his hands full with James Talarico. Mayonnaise-mouth Miller gets burnt to ash after attacking the Texas Democrat. Nitwit Nero cost the MAGATS millions in campaign funds with his Paxton endorsement. Israeli fascists pursue genocide in Lebanon, declare they won't "allow" a peace between the U.S. and Iran. 

Cankles Caligula goes to the hospital. Heads to Camp David, a place he despises on Wednesday. Something's up.

Nitwit Nero snoozes through Whiskey Pete's sixth grade Memorial Day speech. He was probably tired after spending the whole weekend teasing his "amaaaaazing, buhleeve meeee" Iran peace deal that may or may not happen, seeing as how PsychoBibi hates the idea of peace. MAGAT blatherskates, meanwhile don't know whether to poop or go blind. 

When J6ers merge with "Cops." Hilarity ensues. "Filmed Live On Location In Clarksville, Tennessee." OTOH, that J6 domestic terrorist has raised $100,000+ Hey, MAGATS! DON'T take the last train to Clarksville. We've never been here before: all but a day of an entire month unfunded. PLEASE?!

Another day for this little program to be miles ahead of the Multi-Villainaire ForProfit Media. It's rather strange to constantly realize that we identify issues before the media conglomerates do. From psychiatrists predicting a Nitwit Nero Nuclear first strike to Marje n' Alex or NutMeg finally having the lights come on, well. And we do it all without a single ad and without charging anyone even a penny.

This edition had more than its fair share of wacky tucked away amongst the various outrages of the day. Jasmine Crockett is wringing every last drop of history from her time in Congress. Jeff Bezos, otoh, is wringing every last drop of wealth from the rest of the country. 

Tough day for warmongers in the House. Lousy day to be Todd Blanche, too. Rough one for Rafaelito, as well. 

"Or what?" Nitwit Nero threatens Iran again . . . some more, but does so while grifting millions of dollars in stocks he was touting. Stock up on your favorite flavor of motor oil. It's probably going to get hard to find. No worries, though. Food will too, eventually. Oh, and former SecDef Gates told See? BS News that PsychoBibi tried the same schtick on Obama, only Obama's brain wasn't a swiss cheese with spirochetes zipping through the holes.

Poor Jadey! That poor egg couldn't deliver an applause line with a FedEx (unpaid product placement) 747. And then Thing Leer pits the two of them against each other. Save me, Livy! Thanks to everyone who matched the gifts that got us funded out of April.

Humiliation in GY-na. Cankles Caligula gets a stern lecture from his pal Xi about Taiwan. Ukraine weathers another Russian onslaught as Pooty targets children. Virginia "Double-X" Foxx upbraids a . . . 4th grader. Tra$h Patel goes snorkeling among the honored dead. MAGAT judge hammers DoJ pettifoggers in Rhode Island. Fappy and Sammy throw a hissy over Mifepristone. Hung Cao spreads a load of bull in Congress.