Head-ON With Roxanne Kincaid

At least five MAGAT senators have demanded that Max"-imum T" Miller quit the House over allegations of his 'roided up abuse of his wife and daughter. Know what's weird (or maybe not, because reasons)? An actual ordained Southern Baptist Minister (Moses Mike Johnson) HASN'T. 

Someone wrote a "statement" that Moscow Mitch has gone home. Who knew His Satanic Majesty had a PR Department. Wait. He has ALL the PR people. 

The palm of the Goddess of Irony's hand is nowhere anyone wants to be, but look! There's Jimmie Dick or Jaydee or whatever the VP is calling themself these days. 

Crises on the high seas. And surprise! They're both brought to us by the Dimwit Donnie Derpdustrial Complex. 

As of this writing, the clock is ticking yet again. This time, the bell tolls for Max Miller and his political ambitions. He has until 11;59:59 pm EDT of 4 August 2026 to quit his campaign; but Orange Daddy didn't tell him to quit, so . . . 

Oh, and the cowardly perfidy of a MAGAT scorned proves once again proves disgustingly resilient. Todd Blanchey makes it out of Senate Judiciary.  

It's Magic Moscow Mitch Day and still no sign of life. Gov. Andy Beshear's patience is wearing thin at the disrespect. Nitwit Nero, after four hours of "Executive Time" (when they medicate him to something resembling functionality), does Dementia Storytime in a hissy over JuiceBox Jeanine's decision to save her law license by dismissing the entirely Trumped-up reflecting pool scam. Along the way, he confesses that he was the twit who came up with using a fragile pool liner. Vivek may be headed for defeat as MAGATS go all to pieces in Duhio. 

TGIF (?!) 

Whaddaya reckon Juice Box Jeanine is doing atm? 

Data Centers 

Discuss.

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Petey Becomes A Name For Being Put Upon (get that man a year's supply of "Albatross: The Cursed Treat"

A MAGAT Scorned: Cornholio Twists the Screw

Whyhio? Why? Why Do You Want To Be Talabama?

We do pack SO very much into three hours*.  

Did you know that of the precious few three-hour progressive talk programs that remain on commercial radio, each hour only has forty or fewer minutes per hour of genuine content?

The H.O.R.N.? Three hours is THREE hours. 

Meet the new pissant, same as the old pissant. Rand Paul brings his new McCarthyism to a senate hearing. At this point, Dr. Fauci should get a protective order for stalking against the Liberturdian Opfamologist. Nappy Napoleon rages because he's too stupid to get out of the war he started as Iran slowly turns the screws. Todd Blanche's nomination needs more proof of life than Moscow Mitch. 

Lady G gets his send-off to his long home in the dirt. Cankles Caligula, of course, damned him with faint praise, then promptly went nappy-bye. Moscow Mitch, on the other hand, remains Schrodinger's Senator. The pogrom against Haitian people begins. Haitian people will suffer the most, but there's a knock-on effect that may likely hit MAGATS, as well as decent people.  

The panic over Epstein grows. . . panic over DSA is so febrile at the Murdoch Street Journal that they may hyperventilate. BezoPo just can't quit Biden. Nitwit Nero hasn't much mind left to lose. 

The week comes to an unmerciful close. TW/CW: MAGATS and their ditch-dwellers are capable of unspeakably disgusting behavior.