Head-ON With Robyn Roxanne Kincaid

The last Friday before the midterms finds us exhausted and apprehensive.

Hold on tight!

Tough day, but no dearth of things to talk about.

"It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections in the eyes of hotel porters." If only! It's getting ugly out here.

Happy Halloween! Boo! Hershel gets tricks, not treats. Caitlyn Jenner "looks like she spent the morning terrorizing Hansel and Gretel." MAGAT sickos celebrate the attack on Paul Pelosi.

The right's stochastic terrorism bears fruit. 

Fappy had a lunch date. There's probably a fascist cardboard box in your house. Doctors decry fossil fuel profits for the harm the inflict on poor people. 

Fetterman debates. Oz is scum. Hersh can't keep track of the women he got pregnant. Marginal Trailer Queen scampers. Has JoeScar gone all Antifa?

Hersh explains the national anthem.  Rafaelito gets his manhood questioned (he doesn't have much). So does Julius Geezer. Another outbreak of 2A "freedom," this time in St. Louis. 

We begin ordinarily enough: ya know, the collapse of the judiciary, evidence of monumental corruption, that kind of thing. And then we gather around the extraordinary, ordinary roundtable. . .