Head-ON With Robyn Roxanne Kincaid

Another day. Another day our Most Puissant Supreme Catholic Majesties run and hide.

It's West Virginia Day. Why didn't I take the day off and go to the Lake? Because more people need to know about West Virginia Day, when a state declared its independence from a Commonwealth that practiced the UN-common "particular institution," and told the traitors within her borders, that it wasn't gonna be OK. 

Anyway, SCOTUS is hiding behind cases it knows won't get attention. They're "Attention Whores," which that Court should never be, and my profound apologies to sex workers . . . but not to the MAGAT-infested whores on the Court.

SERIOUSLY: Keep your children away from EVILgelical christian ministers. 

Nitwit is on the glide path to biting the head off a chicken. (Brought to you by Chik-Fil-A, praise Jeebuss!

The Disease Alito is spreading. Probably has spread. A lack of faith in the judiciary that has long burbled under the surface back to the Justice Of the Peace era. And it was often justified. The records are, as the academics say, "replete." The only problem now is that one side is disturbed and the other is insane. Fun!

Wow! Gone for a day, feels like a month. Weekend report incoming.

Bring Your Felon To Work Day.

That's where we are.  Hang on. It's gonna get weird.

Hey, Scott!

Merrick-the-Meek gets found in contempt by a gang of trolls who can barely spell the word. Rep. Raskin shreds Gym "Jacket Off" Jordan. The Southern Baptist Cult has its conclave. They come out against IVF and the dystopian future they envision is a horror.  They want women to volunteer to host frozen "people." Pope Frank ain't sure about the guys Mark Knopfler once sang about in "Les Boys."

So. Hunter Biden's guilty. How 'bout that. 

Meanwhile, in MAGAT World, they're chewing both air gum and fencing. And they're touchy about things these days. 

Then one of the most enjoyable conversations in a very long time. It was a ThoughtWander (if there isn't a German compound noun for that, there should be). 

The conversation went everywhere.

Of batteries and sharks and teleprompters and a Cantaloupe Cataline wilting in the heat. Nitwit Nero has his first probation interview. Of a man who looks how rancid hot dog water smells as he realizes he's out of moves.  Stevie-3-Shirts commiserates with Alex "Bankruptcy" Jones. And it alllll keeps getting worse for Sammy BadBreath. He dreams of the total defeat of anyone who opposes his fascist fantasies. If we had a functioning government . . . 

Internet outage slowed the upload. On behalf of Shentel, I apologize.