Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid

SCOTUS finds its conscience a day (or a century or two) late. Two cases, same court. What could possibly be the difference? That sickening feeling when you realize we look like garbage letting Ukraine be overrun.

War, more war, and some more war after that.

The thorns are piled to the ceiling. Get the tweezers.

Recapping the SOTU. Rise of the Dumbest Duo. Oligarch yacht seized. 

As March begins, we live in a world that reminds us with brutal clarity that the month is named for the Roman god of war. 

Nearly half of MAGATS prefer Putin to Biden. Republicans struggle to denounce white nationalism in their ranks. Nitwit Nero whines . . . some more; claims he created NATO. MAGAT insurrectionists get a new martyr.

Republicans will be Republicans and they couldn't proffer a genuine apology if they had to. War and rumors of war. A historic SCOTUS nominee gets called a "communist." Avocado terrorism?

On the first day of the Overture to the Prelude to the Opening Act of What May Be WW III, the group comes together to discuss it . . . and a few other things.

Did the Manhattan D.A. find a horse's head in his bed? Update from the cop trial of the one dude to face charges for anything having to do with with the murder of Breonna Taylor. Greg Assbot goes after the trans kids. 

Welcome to 2222! What a day! The beginning has a definite police blotter vibe, and then, thanks to Rick "Skeletor" "Ricky Rat" Scott of Floriduh, it gets downright creepy and ugly.