FRIDAY 'ROUND-THE-HORN: FASH-AND-CARRY EDITION.

Absolutely not my kind of thing, but I like it.
Know what I mean?

Let’s see, what were the new nightmares of the past week? Well, last Sunday they had that Charlie Kirk Grieve-a-thon, and -- as I said at Roy Edroso Breaks It Down, and here, please enjoy that essay as this edition’s first freebie -- it doesn’t seem to have precipitated a Great Fash Awakening, for a few reasons but especially because normal people don’t give a shit. Shoot, even Tubby seemed to lose interest quickly! Besides, they’re already raising a new crop of Hitler Youth to take his place. 

Also they let Jimmy Kimmel back on the air, though the freaks and feebs at Nexstar and Sinclair didn’t cooperate -- which hardly matters because everything’s on the internet now, ha ha and eat shit “mainstream media.”

But mostly the news was bad. Whiskey Pete Hegseth summoned all U.S. generals and admirals, no doubt to take a blood oath to the Führer, and honored the guys who did the Wounded Knee massacre -- guess Lynndie England’s finally gonna get that Medal of Honor! Plus we’re spending billions to shore up the collapsing economy -- of Argentina! Which is important because Milei is Tubby’s brother dictator and if he fucks up it makes all the fascisti look bad. 

As for Tubby’s ravings at the United Nations and about Tylenol and autism -- well, on the one hand, these have serious, negative real-world implications: the former further ruins our relationships with all nations except the fash fiefdoms of Israel, Argentina, India, and of course Russia, at whose behest the wreckage is probably done; the latter similarly harms public health and the ability of Americans (those who aren’t already deep in the woo-hole of quack medicine, that is) to trust their government on matters of self-preservation. Garglin’ Bob’s minions are already fucking with the Tylenol safety label and pushing leucovorin, one of CMS administrator Dr. Oz’s side-hustles, as an autism cure. Take it with ivermectin -- it's what we call a Ladapo Speedball! 

On the other hand -- and this is one of the few affinities I share with the dopes and nihilists who probably gave Tubby his margin of victory -- I do get a kick out of his ravings, which land somewhere between The Last Words of Dutch Shultz and Bruno Ganz in Downfall, only dumber. Still, it would be better if it didn’t have any real-world consequences -- which is what the second of this week’s Roy Edroso Breaks It Down freebies is about.

And the final freebie (yeah, a rare three-fer! What can I say, I'm feelin' civic-minded)  is inspired by the administration’s threats -- after the recent shooting of ICE captives by another guy who allegedly wrote “off the pigs” or some shit on his bullets -- to come after those of us who call them Nazis. Like I say in the freebie: Fuck that noise -- come and get me, copper!