Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

The Rosy Cross.

Aya Sinclair.

Pepper spray.

Knot.

Lena Baker.

Sinners, and greatness.

Bushgate.

James Wolcott’s take is funnier, but the Editors are far more shrill. —Also, the Editors out-do Josh Marshall’s I-will-show-you-hardball-in-a-handful-of-dusty-paperwork hints one better, with some actual slivers of red meat.

On the other hand, last minute perusal of hithery-thithery pings brings up a pithy post from Majikthise, which will prove, I’m afraid, all too germane to, well, everything.

(Sir, I’m worried about our mood swings.)

—Filed 7844 days ago to Poprocks.

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Tokyo Godfathers.

PIS.

Enterprise.

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