This!

Wait, I thought monograms were only for thermoses.

This is less Texas and more The Woodlands, which I happily invite to do something anatomically impossible to itself.

The Woodlands. Of course.

semi old!

Great article! I think Magnus needs to go back to hospitality school...

That clip is the only bit I can find online from a very pedantic (as only fascist countries can do) PSA kind of thing on Television Nacional in Chile. I lived there in 1982 and these were on 2 or 3 times a week during the big telenovela show of that time. The man was called Profesor Banderas and he was always handing…

I’m kind of digging that look.

Greta is a pendeja. Donald is a pendejo. #UstedNoLoDiga!

Well, it wasn’t Miss Marple that picked that particular story apart as much as it was Lord Peter. That is one of my favorite of the Dorothy Sayers books (see: Strong Poison).

Before you get all duh Texas, please consider two things:

This is one take on what happened in 1960:

That is so wonderful, on so many levels. And then Alber arrives and “Boom,” go the confetti cannons!

Kind of makes me miss the dialectics of Soviet society. Not really, but...

I thank you very much for what you’ve written here and for that gift — it has made my evening so delicious thinking about what we have accomplished. It truly is startling and spectacular. For many of us, just to be alive to talk about what happened is a significant thing in and of itself. Thank you so much!

Yes, indeed. And reading words like Gay Is Good instead of:

Gay Is Filthy

I love what you wrote here:

There’s a great book that, while fiction, gives a good idea of what was happening in the US during the last actual brush with fascism: It Couldn’t Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis. There is a Coughlin-like character in it.

Just ask Father Coughlin.