How can Clorg quit without permanently disaffecting her most ardent, without ensuring they’ll never vote Democrat again without ache, which is their deepest desire?

Rubes, Clorg’s rubes are invested to their moral marrow, and these are the best, most preciously intense days in their lives of rubiness, and I’m not mocking them, I’m envying them.

A new friend asked me how I separate soccer and politics, and I said, Huh?

Links, plus Fleabus on The Floods.

Birthday of a great novelist.