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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.