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Nitwit Nero doubles down on his threats of genocide (then backs down). The world shudders. The feckless MAGATS in the Congress utter nary a peep. 

Nitwit Nero turns Easter into a nightmare. Criminally insane press conference on Monday is so sick it defies description. Guess who's talking nuclear war against Iran? Even the weirdest of the weirdo MAGATS are getting the willies.

Late upload.  PEBKAC issue. 

"Good-bye, so long, auf wiedersehen, farewell." "Bye, Felicia!" "Buh-BYE!" JoJo Blondie, your life is calling. 

Nitwit Nero's Very Important Super Double-plus Important Address was a nothingburger, an infomercial for genocidal criminality and outright stupidity. But the rotten bastard still hungers for war crimes . . . and maybe a nuke.  

This evening, after the program was over, I stepped outside and saw the moon through skating clouds. Full and round, she shone down on these hills and I saw her as I hadn't seen her in decades. As I looked up, I remembered a child-me, looking at the moon and saying "We're on our way!"

Mama was an Aries. Now it all makes sense. 

Nitwit Nero admits he wants to commit crimes against humanity. Iran wipes out a half-billion-dollar command and control aircraft and some refuelling tanker planes on sacred, Saudi sand with a single, crummy drone . . . and a bit of help from Mother Russia. According to a former Biden economic adviser, the world has about a week of aviation fuel before airports start shutting down. Good times! 

Y'know what? When the MAGATS and Centrists agree that bad things are gonna happen in the Persian Gulf, look for a soft place to land. Things are totally sideways among the MAGATS. 

Has it already been a year? The CPAC goons are back in town! Let the nauseity begin. Afterward, a great conversation with a Attie Lee, young activist from my neck of the woods in WV. 

Gregory Bovino: Cherokee Princess. His parents got him one of those feathered headbands when he was a kid (mine got me a replica hat of a Union Cavalry officer). While I didn't believe I was a Union Cavalry Officer, Bovine Gregory decided, at the tender age of 8, that he was a real, live Indian. And went on to torment indigenous Americans. Screw him and his roadside indigeneity.

Good Christian MAGATS on parade!

Now we know why Nitwit Nero stole the top secret dox and hid them in the MAGA-Loco potty.  

P.S. The U.S. is broke. 

P.P.S. Anytime David in Oregon calls is bound to be exceptional!