Head-ON With Robyn Roxanne Kincaid

As Nitwit Nero's purge continues, a look around the country at other things threatened by his ongoing trashing of our nation. Day Three of the Constitutional Crisis. Coal Kills: its been proven again. A rousing Front Porch gathering. The DC Circuit punts on Emoluments, but it's not as bad as it initially may have appeared. Treating the flu with taters. Alabama cop wants Pelosi to be attacked with a roadside bomb . . . keeps job. Homelessness and poverty as a function of social choice. 

Thorns! It's Day Two of America In Constitutional Crisis. Nitwit Nero threw two tantrums today, but he didn't sound right. Maybe it's harder to get the dosage right earlier in the day, like at the previously-Russian-infiltrated National Prayer Breakfast. The Time of Vengeance has arrived. Utah gets punished, as does New York. Brazil's Trump goes after indigenous land and indigenous people. Betsy DeVos paid for one of Trump's SOTU props. 

Four hour program. Wakes sometimes go overtime, and this was a wake . . . for the Constitution, deader this afternoon than Pharaoh's cat, and it's not even a mystery who killed it. The filthy deed was done by 52 Republican senators so craven, so perfidious that they made a monarch of a disgusting, perverted, corrupt, adipose, criminal, demented man. Strap in. As the late, great HST once said, "The hogs are in the tunnel and they will travel on a road of bones."  

Stochastic terrorism works. After a steady dose of Fox and Nitwit Nero, an Arizona man with a houseful of guns and ammo called in a threat against Rep. Adam Schiff's life. Fortunately, he didn't get to do what Trump hoped he would. Iowa is now Whyowa. Why do we have such a damned hard time understanding that pens and paper ballots are the ONLY way to hold an election? Sadly, no one will yell "Liar!" at Nitwit Nero during the SOTU, but an online gambling parlor has a wager that says he can't go seconds without lying.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for Rush. Nil nisi bonum, amirite? I mean, except for the part where Rush helped spread cancer throughout central Appalachia and all. Did you know that the Iowa Carcass is a howling fraud, a grift on the credulous? Listen, my children, and you will hear . . . Joe Manchin believes things that simply aren't real. Lisa Murkowski gets a little more brown on her nose. Amy Klobuchar has a nasty little problem from her prosecutorial days.

Understanding the perfidy of Lamar Alexander. Ol' Balls-n-Strikes breathes a huge sigh of relief. The death rattle of the Republic. John Bolton: Opportunist Par Putrescence. Other lib talkers finally catch up with the HORN F/C/C and realize what motivates the gut-bending fears of GOP senators. Mike Pence gets a talkin' to. Gay demons!

As we watch the unraveling of the republic, some ideas to ponder, namely, whether the New York Times should do its patriotic duty and publish the Bolton memoir and consequences be damned. Lev Parnas explains why Lindsey is so thoroughly in the bag for Nitwit Nero. Does POTUS have a Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination in the case of impeachment? And what's the GOP rush to end this farce tomorrow?

It's Question Time in the Senate of the United States. For the third-rate pettifoggers of Nitwit Nero's team, it's Lying Time . . . but it's been that since 20 January 2017.

Hey, look! No impeachment pettifoggers to deal with! That means we have some time for old-fashioned white-wing titanic intellects. Among other things, we learn a new, really silly MAGAT word: "Vexit." Also: Joe Scarborough uses an unusual phrase I used only days ago. MAGATS have a butthurt over being accurately described. Princess Iwanka Muhdaddy Trump decries "Elites." The witness question is more complex than most folks realize . . . unnecessarily so. It's raining couches.

Moran Monday, the Ken and Alan Edition. Nitwit Nero brings a pair of skeevy lawyers with a history of close association to sexual assault to offer his defense. The Goddess of Irony NEVER sleeps! SCOTUS, meanwhile, kicks immigrants in the guts. Mark Meadows channels his inner Queeg. Did someone say "pikes?"