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It got ugly today in a certain Manhattan courtroom. Tangerine Tiberius was cussing loudly enough at his liars, er, lawyers, that the jury could hear him. Judge Merchan "warned" his pettifogger that it was "contemptuous." Cicada broods are amazing. Who knew chickadees were "insects?" Editors weep (though they be an endangered species). 

Sometimes Moran MoNdAy feels like something automatic. Oof. It's getting weird(er).

Klannie Grannie gets juiced. Keep your children the hell AWAY from "Youth Ministers." Utah bigots get  punked, Hopey cries. Kristi didn't stare down Kim . . . before or after she wasted her puppy. 

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Sen. Foghorn Leghorn of Louisianastan gets his potty mouth on . . . in a Senate Hearing. It's ugly when a fossil fool feels the heat. Citizen Grump gets another day closer to visiting local incarceratory facilities. Anti-genocide protests find their way all the way to Tuscaloosa. Joe Scarborough of my Filthy Morning Habit may have a baby live, on-air. 

Sometimes a hero is a mama who's had enough of a MAGAT state government. The utter disdain of the state of Oklahomastan for people with disabilities is repulsive. Roman Catholic Archdocese under investigation as an ongoing criminal conspiracy. Methodists vote to stop tormenting gay people and allow gay clergy. Tangerine Tiberius goes to Waukesha and proves he's getting more and more unwell. His minions, meanwhile, are trying to convince themselves they can keep him out of gaol when he finally force Judge Merchan to slap him and make it sting. Stevie Three Shirts finally faces the music in court, before Judge Merchan. 

Hey! Did you know that a member of the Israeli cabinet that PsychoBibi actually hugs in public was convicted EIGHT TIMES of incitement and TERRORISM? No? Apparently, no one in the Multi-millionaire ForProfit Media did, either. But he did. And he easily calls for unarmed prisoners to be murdered. Friends of Bibi. In the meantime, young people on college campi object to genocide. It may take a couple of generations, but they'll be proved as right as the same kids, at the same age, who raised hell over slaughter in Vietnam. Of course, by then, all the old people who barked "Get off my lawn," will long since be dead. Count me with the kids and their morals.
 
P.S. How fun is it to see Sporkfoot get taken to school?!