Head-ON With Robyn Roxanne Kincaid

"Whale juice."

"Debate?" "Character?" 

Live from the road, we find ourselves basking in the afterglow of the single most momentous Democratic National Convention in my lifetime. Naturally, the MAGATS were simply awful.

"Welcome to 'Sneakin' Into the DNC' With Mr. Meth Pillow and Rudy Ghouliani." Jesus, these people. Everyone is catching up with this little radio community in realizing where Nitwit Nero is concerned, "He Ain't Gonna Make It." Did Orange Julius Geezer pull a Reagan and conspire with PsychoBibi to keep the Hamas hostages in custody to get him elected? Would anyone put it past him? Michelle and Barack brought down the house on Day 2 of the DNC. The enthusiasm is still higher than I've ever seen.

DNC Day Two. Because Day One made the MAGATS lose what little they have that passes for minds.

"Morans. Ye have them always."

Go, Hilary!

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At this point, the entirety of Nitwit Nero's campaign is one long Chewbacca Defense: "It don't make no sense." He babbled away at his tacky golf motel in New Jersey today. Project 2025 gets outted in a big way, along with the lie that Trump knows nothing of the nefarious details. 

Weird. It's an evergreen word in the latter months of 2024.

"Titanic," indeed! Somebody's punking Orange Jeebuss. Who uses the theme from "Titanic" at a political rally?! Project 2025 "training" videos are every bit as creepy as you could possibly imagine. Ick. Yuck.