Head-ON With Robyn Roxanne Kincaid

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?