Well, my holiday weekend dedicated to poling SP’s raft was interrupted by the ringing of my special phone, hidden where no-one can find it. This must be an emergency indeed, since I had no Girl Scout meetings planned. And it was. The frantic voice on the other end gasped, “Disaster! There were no Links this morning! THE COMMENTERS ARE LOOKING TO LYNCH SOMEONE!!!!”

This came at an extraordinarily inconvenient moment as I was steering around a sharp bank and about to arrive in the cove, but shit, where are my priorities? I leapt up and started typing before the torch-bearing hordes would descend on Rancho Sloopio.

It’s times like these I think of Mencken. “…and give it to them good and hard.”

Software that will never be on my computer. You made your choice, guys.

I’ll take the over on Melania deciding to catch up to Queen Michelle, but I’ll be delighted to be wrong.

I can definitely appreciate first-rate trolling. This fellow will go far.

And finally, I would not have known about this Pompeii relic were it not for the great Charles Murray.

 

Now please, please, please, can I go back to what I was doing?