Head-ON With Robyn Kincaid Head-ON

Bring Your Felon To Work Day.
That's where we are.  Hang on. It's gonna get weird.
Hey, Scott!

Merrick-the-Meek gets found in contempt by a gang of trolls who can barely spell the word. Rep. Raskin shreds Gym "Jacket Off" Jordan. The Southern Baptist Cult has its conclave. They come out against IVF and the dystopian future they envision is a horror.  They want women to volunteer to host frozen "people." Pope Frank ain't sure about the guys Mark Knopfler once sang about in "Les Boys."

So. Hunter Biden's guilty. How 'bout that. 
Meanwhile, in MAGAT World, they're chewing both air gum and fencing. And they're touchy about things these days. 
Then one of the most enjoyable conversations in a very long time. It was a ThoughtWander (if there isn't a German compound noun for that, there should be). 
The conversation went everywhere.

Of batteries and sharks and teleprompters and a Cantaloupe Cataline wilting in the heat. Nitwit Nero has his first probation interview. Of a man who looks how rancid hot dog water smells as he realizes he's out of moves.  Stevie-3-Shirts commiserates with Alex "Bankruptcy" Jones. And it alllll keeps getting worse for Sammy BadBreath. He dreams of the total defeat of anyone who opposes his fascist fantasies. If we had a functioning government . . . 

Internet outage slowed the upload. On behalf of Shentel, I apologize.

Your 'umble 'ostess got all choked up on D-Day +80 morning. She got so choked up she mistook a regimental badge for a Pride pin. Silly girl! But damn! This commemoration in the midst of the rise of the fascism we once thought dead . . .