This shit is real, right? I’m not just hallucinating all this shit?

Well Resisters, America’s two Racist Dads are fighting! The media is chock full of reports that the Marmalade Shartcannon and his Loyal Huntin’ Dawg Beauregard find themselves at odds! Shartboy’s all hot n’ bothered that Ol’ Beau recused himself from the Russia investigation for the lil’ ol’ reason that he was caught a-perjurin’ hisself before the cawngress. Sources tell me the President hit Sessions several times on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper, while proclaiming Sessions to be a “bad boy,” and Beau retaliated by whizzing on the Oval Office carpet.

It’s a weird kind of sad when two withered old Klansmen, brought together by their shared certainty in the innate superiority of mediocre white dudes like themselves are pushed apart by their own blistering incompetence. Did I say sad? Wait, I meant FUCKING HILARIOUS.

Speaking of hilarious, it seems the Hairplug That Ate Decency is having trouble finding lawyers to defend him in the whole Russia shitstorm. Turns out a lifetime of stiffing contractors makes it hard to employ top-of-the-line professionals when the shit gets Legit Real. Oh well. I’m sure Michael Cohen can handle things, TEE FUCKING HEE.

Amateur Congressman/World-Class Pigfucker Devin Nunes keeps playing these weird little games where he acts all impish about whether or not he’s actually recused himself from the Russia investigation, or if he’s still blocking for the Shart House with all the finesse of a Beetle Bailey character played by Dane Cook. You almost feel bad for poor Devin. He’s the single most likely figure in this whole drama to wind up imprisoned; not necessarily because of wrongdoing, but because he’s the kind of dude who could accidentally lock himself in a closet.

The Shart of the Deal apparently hit on the genius idea of paying for his Big Stupid Mexican Border Wall by covering it with solar panels! I guess Mexico owns the Sun now, because personally I was told they’d be paying for this wall. Maybe he can sell ads, and the Wall will be covered in posters promising miracle penis enlargement cures.

We learned that Eric “We Only Dropped Him Twice” Drumpf runs a charity that raises money for kids with cancer, good for him! Only, apparently his dad used the charity as a revenue stream, not so good for him! Yeah, the Shart Family Robinson would announce big schmancy charity golf games at Drumpf-owned courses, and they’d tell everyone Donnie Cheapskate donated the course time out of the goodness of his heart, but then later they’d not only claim course rental fees, but unusually large ones, because these are the kinds of purely evil scumfucks who would steal money from CHILDREN WITH CANCER.

In a bit of irony so dark it’d make Alanis Morissette wither to dust and blow away in the wind, Eric went on Hannity THE VERY SAME DAY THE STEALING-FROM-KIDS-WITH-CANCER STORY BROKE to tell everyone how the people standing up to his pussy-grabbing, cheap crook, STEALS FROM KIDS WITH CANCER shitsack dad are “not even people.” Anyway, thanks for sending ever-stronger signals to deranged rage monsters like the guy who just slit three strangers’ throats in Portland that we’re all subhuman, and therefore totally ok to murder, Eric. You’re gonna get reincarnated as nursing home toilet bowl, bro.

The news from Kansas, meanwhile, was fan-fucking-tastic, as Sam Brownback’s zany “experiment” in strangling government to death like a common piss hooker seems to have finally run its course! Sick of problems like “We can’t even afford to keep schools open, is this even America?,” even the REPUBLICANS in the Kansas legislature overrode Goody Brownback’s veto of his failed tax cuts, beginning the Sunflower State’s slow, painful climb back into the 21st century.

Didja see that shit where the Big Saudi Arms Deal that the Candycorn Skidmark couldn’t stop crowing about isn’t actually a Big Arms Deal but a Big Fat Fucking Sham? Yeah, turns out, it’s a bunch of raw horseshit where the Saudis made a big list of Shit We Might Buy Someday if the Price of Oil Ever Goes Up Again but importantly involves NO ACTUAL CONTRACTS so it’s like the arms deal equivalent of talking about the sweet full-torso tattoo of the Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers poster you’re gonna get someday when you save up the cash.

ISIS staged a major terrorist attack in Tehran, Iran. Now, I get that Iran and the USA aren’t exactly on the sorts of terms where one nation calls up the other at 9:15 to see if hey, you wanna go see Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 again, maybe grab some churros later?, but the Shart Administration’s “Oh did a bunch of innocent people die in a terrorist attack in your country, SUCKS THAT YOU DESERVED IT SO MUCH” statement was perhaps a wee bit gauche.

We woke up today to the news that Donald J Trump (The J stands for “I want to fuck my own daughter, is that weird?”) had nominated Some Dude to head up the FBI after he fired the last dude who ran the FBI for refusing to demonstrate “loyalty,” so the whole nation was immediately filled with confidence in the new guy. And hey, if the dude happened to work at a firm that’s worked previously for the Drumpf family, and if he happened to defend Chris Christie in Bridgegate, well…shit, he doesn’t even crack the Top Ten Most Corrupt Fucksticks in This Administration list, so let’s just give him an expense account and a banana plantation, ok?

Anyhow, four soggy old white guys went to the Senate today to give some testimony or some shit. They had this super-clever plan to not answer the questions they didn’t want to answer, and chuckle amongst themselves when nobody noticed.

Folks noticed.

All the Democratic, and even some of the Republican Senators on the committee were all, “Y U NO ANSWER QUESTIONS, OLD WHITE GUYS,” and the Old White Guys were like “Because, REASONS,” and the Senators were like “That is some raw, unfiltered, bullshit you are serving us, and you are telling us it is a delicious steak but IT IS NOT A DELICIOUS STEAK IT IS BULLSHIT.” Senator Martin Heinrich got all mad, and Senator Angus King got even madder, and Senator Kamala Harris tried to get mad, but then Senator Richard Burr went “Hush little lady, the menfolk is talking” because Senator Richard Burr is trash.

Anyway, the POINT is, Admiral Mike Rogers and DNI Dan Coats (who spent the hearing looking vaguely frightened that the hearing would go on so long that he’d miss the MATLOCK marathon running this afternoon) were repeatedly asked whether or not Shartolo Colon asked them to interfere in the Russia investigation, and they refused to say No, which is what a normal person would do if the answer was No, so, y’know, draw the only logical conclusion you could.

Anyhow, I heard some other dude is testifying tomorrow….Jim Varney, or something? I dunno, it’s probably not a big deal.

Whoever this Varney guy is, he released a text version of his opening statement this afternoon, because la-dee-da, he is HOT SHIT. It basically confirms all the stories that’ve leaked these last few weeks, that the President was all “Hey Jimmy, do me a solid and ease off my buddy Mike Flynn, what’s a few federal crimes between Best Bud Bros, WHICH IS WHAT WE TOTALLY ARE, RIGHT?” and “Hey, Jimbo, know what’s so much more important than a bunch of cabinet secretaries perjuring themselves and having an unregistered foreign agent as the NSA and a hostile foreign power interfering in American elections, and piss hookers NOT THAT ANYONE LIKES PISS HOOKERS? Loyalty. LOYALTY TO YOUR PRESIDENT WHO IS COINCIDENTALLY ME.” Also that bit where he told Jeff Sessions “Hey, don’t leave me alone with the President, he is trying to destroy the fundamental pillars of American Democracy and he also might not notice I don’t have a pussy until his tiny fingers are clenching my scrotum.”

Mike Pence made a few headlines by cancelling an interview with PBS at the very last minute. The popular narrative is that he ducked out to deal with the fallout of the release of the Comey testimony, but I think we all know that he accidentally glimpsed an unusually shapely fire hydrant and had the secret service whisk him to a secure location to furiously fap until he passed out in a puddle of shame and the gooey, stale-marshmallow-like substance that serves as his dirty, sinful, spooj.

Anyhow. Shit, as scientists have observed, be cray. Things’ll get really nutty tomorrow, but I will be traveling, let me know how it goes, folks.

And please…remember to live every week like it’s Infrastructure Week.