Head-ON With Bob Kincaid

Nitwit Nero uses Press Corps as assassination decoys. Anti-vaxxer idiots refuse transfusions of "vaccinated blood." Young incels adopt "looksmaxxing" and screw up their faces. Ken Paxton can't even do a phone conference without having his slimy past thrown in his face. Max Miller agrees people should keep their sisters/daughters/female friends away from him.

How pathetic are the Manly Magat Men Of Maximum Masculinity? Thinketh they their excrement literally smelleth not foul. Yet, their befouled Daddy wrinkleth the nose of ye Almighty even as he doth slumber. Nitit Nero tries to go low on Abdul Sayed, and discovers he doesn't play that "we go high" game. He cuts Cankles Caligula off at the knees and kicks his orange ass for being short.  Todd Blanche gets confirmed "in the dead still and dark of night," immediately gets hailed before a Federal Judge with the rising of the sun.  Handy Smurf has boy problems. HER boy. HIS felony problems. 

Sen Bill Cassidy adds further shame and infamy to his name. His Epstein Filter is even more degraded as Cankles Caligula's worsening dementia vomits out a new vulgarity.  Circuit Court kiboshes the ballroom and calls Nitwit Nero a "tenant" and sends him into his latest tirade.  Ol' Serpent Head continues to shed relevance as he throws another hissy over "Socialists." JuiceBox Jeanine is dangling by the thinnest of threads.  

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.  Humiliation in the offing in two separate federal courtrooms for Nitwit Nero's bottom-of-the-pickle-barrel pettifoggers. Victory in Michigan and Mike Rogers thinks all those Browns look alike. 

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.

Pay No Mind To The Banner At The Top Of The HORN Webpage 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. 

When MAGAT groups get the data, but not the conclusion. Nitwit Nero fumbles in Mayretta, Georgia and everyone saw his even-more-rotten hand. MAGAT Congresscreeps run from questions about one of Cankles Caligula's endorsed candidates. A disgusting new trend emerges at Dollar tree. Todd Blanche's bootlick gets a drubbing in Federal Court. 

Tech issues again  this evening. Oof.  Whiskey Pete gets hammered under cross examination by Jon Ossoff in the Senate. Mike Waltz, using the same talking points, gets the same treatment in the House.  Another MAGAT pedophile gets busted . . . and your 'umble 'ostess actually knows him and called it years ago. 

"Welcome aboard Flight 666 bound straight for Hell! We'll now begin showing IDs to vote."   "Welcome to Olive Garden! May I see your Voter I.D.?"  Insane.

Creeps. Of almost every stripe. MAGAT sexual predators. MAGAT self-hating women. Joann Rowling. And of course, the Creep-In-Chief, itself.

On the way out the door, Russell Vought finally heard words he's needed to hear ages ago. ICE goon outed by his ex-wife for murdering an innocent man. Todd Blanche and his pettifoggers get busted making up legal precedents. Dem Ohio Gov nominee shoots herself in the foot . . . with Democrats.

Todd Blanche goes to Capitol Hill . . . and faceplants. "I made a big mistake," he said of the J6 slush fund . . . and then weaseled around. It was a bad day, even worse for Jay Clayton da Turd, who humuliated himself with his bellycrawling routine. 

It's the darnedest thing. The only thing Moscow Mitch's "proof-of-life" is proving is that only feeble-minded MAGAT simps are falling for it. 

"For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the death of queens." -Shakespeare, if the truth be told. Lindsey Graham is dead.

Thanks, again, SCOTUS! That whole "fire-em-if-you-got-em" ruling is already yielding Federalist Society/Heritage Foundation dividends, yeah? ICE goons murder again . . . and try to abduct the witnesses out-of-country. Nitwit Nero doesn't understand that not signing a bill means IT BECOMES LAW. I'faith, we breathe the ether of the Moronosphere.  Oddly enough, I mentioned Generalissmo Fracisco Franco, who is still dead. OTOH, Moscow Mitch is become Schrödinger's Senator: both dead and alive at the same time until someone opens the box/hospital room/sliding drawer in the hospital morgue.  Have an AWESOME Weekend. 

Like we always say: So far ahead of the curve it's like we're on straight road. Hi, Jehosaphat! We tried to tell you it wasn't about trans people in the military. That, as in 1933, was just the starting point. Whiskey Pete won't quit until he has a racially "pure" all-white military. Now it's the Navy's turn. internecine bickering erupts in the MAGAT-o-sphere over Dead Charlie. WineBox Jeanine's pettifoggers had an embarrassing day in court. Nitwit Nero's out $5M + interest. 

We.Are.Impervious! Been raining all day, but the roof is tarped. And, Do Jesus, Dill Harris, but what a day! Nitwit Nero on the loose in NATO. Graham Platner's campaign corkscrews into the dirt. And then, and thennnnnn . . . a new birth of crazy. 

So there you are: all ready for the evening and then . . . Graham Platner. DAMMit!  Oh, well, at least you have the boys' soccer team, Oh. Oops.

This 250th celebration could have been joyous. That was the idea when planning started in 2016, but everything goes to somewhere south of hell with Nitwit Nero. Fortunately, no one is there to get heat stroke other than his cult members. Otherwise, it's business as usual at places like Focks. Papa Leo puts another shot across Nitwit Nero's bow.  Happy 250th! May our 251st be a new birth of freedom! 

Wine Box Jeanine brags about another insane, fascist indictment. Yep! Felonious Water-touching. And she's NOT going to talk about January 6! Nitwit Nero wants a "threesome" with his "two beautiful sons." Day 18 of McConnell Watch. Is he dead? Is he not? How could anyone tell? Todd "34 Felonies" Blanche screws up. Again. Some more. Dancers dodge death as tacky stage begins to fall apart on the Mall. 

There's always a surfeit of madness, evil, and stupidity on this rotten timeline. Regardless, some dates have more gravity for me than others and that gravity exists outside the vulgarities of the present. This is one such date.  More times than I can count, people have said to me, "write a book." There's never been enough time. Once in awhile, though, the waves of memory crash on the shores of my present. As Mrs. Lowman said, "Attention must be paid." Still, make no mistake, we live in a time dominated by evil, venal, hateful people. We've got them here, too. 

The entirely illegitimate SCOTUS bugged out till October today, but not before barely keeping the 14th Amendment on life support while trashing its Equal Protection clause in regard to the tiniest and most vulnerable majority in the entire country. Ahistorical members of the multimillionaire ForProfit Media declared a "win," when it really wasn't. Fascists never stop attacking. 

Nitwit Nero's pet SCOTUS sends him home with E. Jean Carroll's judgment against him intact and unchanged. Even they know he's a sexual predator. OTOH, they also upended a hundred years of precedent to let Cankles Caligula fire agency officials will-ye-nil-ye. Cool. Firing MAGATS is gonna be big fun in a few years! 

To be "fair," Nitwit Nero's carnival is a big, ol' flop. But if you go, watch out for Uncle Sam. Vile, thy name is (Nut)Megyn. Or Katie Miller. Or Or Or . . . 

SCOTUS confirms the murderous fascists they are, then Sammy Bad-breath Alito howls when he's kicked. 

What? Matrimonial feuding in the Whor, er, White House? Carpet in the Imperial Potty? Quel horreur! A shouting match with Cankles Caligula at a plumb-dignified MAGAT Senate lunch-ee-on! Flu running wild among the boots at Lackland. The details are entirely un-shocking. Postmaster General admits he wants to deny mail-in ballots. 

Pettifoggers be pettifogging! Nitwit Nero faces a J6 trial just because he decided to sue the Beeb. The similarities between Stephen Miller and his hero, Heydrich, come into closer focus. 

The pool ain't pooling. The ducks are dying. Jaydee ain't vice-presidenting. The Iranians ain't surrendering. And the Israelis murdered the turtle lady. Proving what the HORN Community knows, the WaPo is declaring that gasp Tulsi is, was, and always has been a member of a cult. We've only been talking about that for nigh a decade. 

Nitwit Nero gives new meaning to "pool coverage." Fascist Italian PM earns worldwide praise for calling out a classic Julius Geezer lie. New "acting" DNI chief comes to work with a kill list. 

At a party in Chicago, America saw what we once were, and may yet be again. And Ms. Michele scorched Nitwit Nero worse than burnt milk in a hot iron skillet. Kudos, Mrs. Obama for playing your own part in Stoking the Stroke! He, meanwhile, continues to fall apart. His candidates are perverts (surprise!) and his nominees have no self-respect. OTOH, he showed up in Europe (of all places!) without his makeup and looked like the fragile, old, frail, husk that he is.  And his bootlickers finger the cigarettes in their pockets.  Hell, I may spark a stogie on The Day.

James Talarico now lives in the head of every MAGAT in Murkkka, especially the creepy evilgelical ones. Nitwit Nero says he has the best deal any president ever made, even as he's losing his shirt. No worries. If it doesn't work out, he has the Jadey Egg loaded into a catapult aimed at the underside of a bus. 

The Jaydee Egg torpedoes his own future while he flogs his book. It's a whole show. Nitwit Nero gets stoked to see where the gold is real. 

We're gonna get fleeced by Iran. All that money they "saved" by gutting government spending that actually benefitted Americans? Yeah. We're gonna pay it to Iran to make up for all the damage Cankles Caligula and his pet salute-snappers did when they started this idiotic fool's errand of a war.  

We live in a weird time. No getting around it. Nothing makes sense and what's offered as facts don't withstand scrutiny.  "The center cannot hold. The falcon cannot hear the falconer." We're there. 

Secret meetings without President PoopyPants. Jadey Egg Vance in a panic. Nitwit Nero parked in front of the TV, sending notes and calling in unhinged to FoxSnooz. One of these days, he'll call on the Republican Line to Washington Journal. How many docs does it take to say Cankles Caligula is in the peak of health? How many were lying? 

Short of biting the head off a live pigeon, Cankles Caligula put on a dementia show today for the aged. California Congresswoman calls out the national security threats from Trum's inability to remain conscious. Only here will you get a viable explanation for why a certain medication has disappeared from his personal pharmacopia. 

Cankles Caligula throws a ginormous hissy.  Whiskey Pete desecrates the memory of the heroes of Normandy. Bobby Kennedy dodges the screw worms. Waiting for the boos at Madison Square Garden, where police were giving the literal runaround to ticket holders. Patriots sue to stop Nitwit Nero's embarrassing UFC brawl. Coalruption for Senator Jumbo Justice. Hope abides that Todd Blanche will lose his law license if not go to prison.  We're in dire financial straits and your 'umble 'ostess has to buy new tires. we raised a third of the cost. If you hear this podcast, we still need to raise another $445. Can you please help?

From one screw worm to another. One is "biological." In the middle, even the Texas MAGAT Ag Commissioner is pissed and the Iowa GOP Gov nominee is running from his porny past . . . while he ran a K-12 school.  My father, a carrier sailor from WW II whose first job was Fire Control, would send curse words into space at what his fellow carrie sailors dealt with on the Ford. 

Shortstack Rubio loses in a battle of wits with Rep. Ted Lieu. Nitwit Nero's bromance with "Jaxson" grows ever stronger. Ag Sec Brookey Rollins doesn't know what "farmer" means. Stevie Three-Shirts and NutMegyn Kelly are both throwing the towel on November. Why isn't Nitwit Nero taking his gender-affirming care anymore?

Hooooo-weee! "See? BS" just bought themselves a whoppin' lawsuit. Please, Mr. Pelley, take it to trial. PLEEEEASE! MarkWayne lacks Krusti's appeal.  California scares me. 

J6er gets plum Pentagon position. Li'l Marco doubletalks his way through a budget hearing. Ebola? What Ebola? Sen. Van Hollen refers to Trump as stupid to Rubio's face. Homophobic Tennestan version of George Santos gets called out by a MAGAT colleague. Graham Platner's campaign takes another hit. 

Late upload. Had to go out and buy a new keyboard. Sometimes, your 'umble 'ostess shouldn't be trusted with anything more complex that a pair of chopsticks.  TRIGGER WARNING: this episode contains on of if not the absolute worst cases of CSA I've ever read. The evil that stalks this world knows no bounds and seems to be expanding.

James Talarico has literally reduced the MAGATS to sniveling, snot-nosed schoolyard pissants. Angry Texas Republicans are ready to burn it all down to punish their leadership. Nitwit Nero is in the middle of a losing streak. 

Aging PC decided to be recalcitrant. Sorry for the delay.