Tariff Time! Na-na-na-NA! Can't tariff this! Even Carrotene Caligula's minions can't keep up with their orange lord and saviour (who will sell them out in a Jamaica Queens Minute). MAGATS bemoan the passing of a shitty brewery in Norfolk, Virginia (which always scares them because they're afraid they're gonna say "fuck.") Mika sighs, "oh!" a lot as she finds out what "tariffs" means. They're fiddling while Rome barbecues.

The Cory Booker hangover. He said it. How do we do it? Meanwhile, the MAGATS just keep on MAGAT-ing. Now the farmers are . . . confused. How do they keep their solar panels from being DEI? It's Wednesday.

I love checking in with Tara!

History happens while-we-wait. Never mind the usual MAGAT insanity. A man stood up and called us to our "better angels." Cory Booker. Twenty-five hours of calling Nitwit Nero an asshole, without ever saying the word. Make room for this next to "De Catalina."

So many morans . . . but a few stand out. Like the professional grievance artist from USAToday who's horribly butthurt that people criticize her for BEING A FASCIST. MAGAT House member abandons the Feeedumm Carcass because they hate women. Quel surprise, girlypop! It's T'DoV. Celebrate trans visibility. Remember last year? When the MAGATS threw a fit over Easter and T'DoV coinciding? Well, the MAGATS can really celebrate this year! Why? Easter falls on Hitler's birthday! Oh, joyous MAGAT day!

This is one of those months that ends in a bind. We're in a deficit of $1,715 entering April. If you can, might you help keep April from being the "cruellest month?" The PayPal link is here. Thank-you!

MAGAT remorse is a thing to behold.  MAGAT states get their health budgets slashed by Leon Skum. Whalehead Deadbear Brainworm fat-shames WV's TrentonTroll Gremlin Governor to his face. Leon Skum sueed for trying to buy the Wisconsin Supreme Court election.

Y'all, we're $1,800 away from being fully funded for March. If you can, please help end the month without a deficit. Please help keep progressive broadcasting afloat.

Nitwit Nero, Art Critic. That's what's on what passes for the mind of Tangerine Tiberius . . . even as the nation reels at the incompetence.

It blows one's mind, but we're only two months in. And it's already this weird. Where are you, Dr. .Hunter S. Thompson? 

It doesn't get much more titanic than having a Signal sleepover with all your best MAGAT cabinet pals and accidentally inviting a reporter. The hilarity on Capitol Hill was Python-esque.

Oh, and Nitwit Nero reeeeeally doesn't want you to vote!

A full, no-kidding, three hour program. It feels so good to be getting back into the broadcast swing of things.

She's baaaaaack! The hardest working woman in Progressive Broadcasting returns to air a week after major surgery.