Head-ON With Roxanne Kincaid

For once, the MAGATS get the thorns. Jim "Jacket Off" Jordan has a "Hamlet," moment, indecisive. To run or not to run. Gee. I hope it doesn't hurt too little.

Deadly serious and at the same time hilariously incompetent. Jim "Jacket Off" Jordan's even lousier very bad day. 

Jim "Jacket Off" Jordan had a really rotten afternoon. Good. Most excellent. Twenty GOPpers said, "Aw, HELL, no!" to the very idea of him being Speaker and chaos ensued. Reminder: they may not even want a speaker. What they want is a shutdown. Meanwhile, Nitwit Nero tests his gag order. 

When is a "gag order" not a gag order? When it's applied to Nitwit Nero. "Gag" has both a specific and a colloquial meaning, as in, "joke." Bets on what it means in this context? Hate comes home in the Chicago suburbs. 

More of the same, unfortunately. But other madness, as well. George Anthony Devolder James Knox Polk Santos has a meltdown in a House office building (looks like Longworth). Jim "Jacket Off" Jordan inches toward a Speakership as media ask more questions about the young men whose rapes he ignored. Joe-To-the-Manchin-Born has polling problems. 

Really: Pooty's fingerprints are all over Hamas. Just the same, the MAGATS want to drink Iranian blood. Regardless, the MAGATS can't get their act together to pick a speaker. Meanwhile, Michele Batshit Crazy Bachman knows exactly why the attack happened. Get the hockey puck. Counsel for the Parking Garage breathes a sigh of relief. A case study of just how screwed up health insurance is in America. 

Day Two of That Thing I Hate To Talk About. But talk we do. And it turns out we're pretty solid. Condemning Hamas takes no effort. Defining the parameters of peace is complicated. 

PsychoBibi's chickens come home to roost. The Middle East abbatoir is once more open for business. Naturally, MAGATS make everything worse. But Craven McCarthy sees an opening . . . 

Faux wants a televised Speaker Circus. That didn't play so well with several of the clowns. Nitwit Nero loses again. Dystopia: teenage West Virginians partying in toxic waste. A little girl in Utah eloquently pleads for her own existence. The Chesebro gets Python'd. 

Extra long edition.

If you look up "smarmy" in any dictionary of the English language, you will find a photo of the visage of Joe-To-the-Manchin-Born. JFC! He's even worse when he's playing coy. I just wish folks like Joe Scarborough could learn and internalize Roxanne's First Law Of Manchins: "No One Named Manchin EVER Does Anything That Doesn't Benefit Someone Named Manchin."  Meanwhile . . . MAGATS contemplate "Speaker Trump" and I contemplate the End of Civilization. Also: I spoiler a really fun Florida crime novel from the late-90s (back when books were things-in-hand).