This one is even better than Tolkien's response to a German publisher in 1938, asking for proof of his ancestry, which may or may not have been sent, but tellingly there was no official translation of The Hobbit into German until 1957.

Thank you for your letter. I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by arisch. I am not of Aryan extraction: that is Indo-Iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects. But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people. My great-great-grandfather came to England in the eighteenth century from Germany: the main part of my descent is therefore purely English, and I am an English subject—which should be sufficient. I have been accustomed, nonetheless, to regard my German name with pride, and continued to do so throughout the period of the late regrettable war, in which I served in the English army. I cannot, however, forbear to comment that if impertinent and irrelevant inquiries of this sort are to become the rule in matters of literature, then the time is not far distant when a German name will no longer be a source of pride.

Your enquiry is doubtless made in order to comply with the laws of your own country, but that this should be held to apply to the subjects of another state would be improper, even if it had (as it has not) any bearing whatsoever on the merits of my work or its sustainability for publication, of which you appear to have satisfied yourselves without reference to my Abstammung.

Don't fuck with posh and emotionally repressed Oxbridge motherfuckers when they realize they are finally on the right side of history. 🤣

Oof. I checked mine three times this cycle to be sure. Never know when some awful mistake, like voting in a Democratic primary, will get your TX Voter info deleted.

You know, though, since we're mostly left-leaning around these parts, just tell me the secret code and I'll meet you at a basement in the People's Republic of Austin and we'll discuss getting three non-citizens to vote however you'd like, and then we can dine on the flesh of Christians to celebrate!

I know that you can't just assume things, but I've always found it telling that 95% of the people who make all the beautiful, and even just amusing, art in the world all seem to be left of center in their particular countries.

If the most sensitive among us, attuned to the human condition, almost universally trend one way, and so do the teachers and the scientists, maybe, I dunno, they're onto something.

This is a big deal, but just a reminder that this is the District (trial) court, so the next step would be the Circuit Court of Appeals, followed by an appeal to the Supreme Court. There may be some intriguing injunctions that come out of this, but we're years away from a final disposition.

For the curious, this one came out of the DC Circuit, informally known to be the most technically and administratively savvy circuit, as it deals with a LOT of nitty gritty stuff coming out of Federal agencies.

The fact that CD sales are behind vinyl is a sign that the world has gone mad.

Not really. It's a sign that Vinyl has turned into a symbol of support for the creative ideals of musicians and romance for a bygone era, while CDs, superior as they are (except in the case of records in good repair being played on high quality turntables), are "just" things that hold digital music. They sold in insane numbers because they were the standard format until streaming truly took over. Sure, Vinyl sales are up to 40 million or so in the US, but the bigger thing is that the 37 million CD sales are down from almost a billion in each of 1999 and 2000.

You need to read it in the context of the other strips. Normally, someone in the first panel defies Everett's sense of decorum and general decent behavior (e.g. describing a way they took advantage of another person, or being unecessarily), and in the second panel Everett cartoonishly attacks them in a fit of righteous rage. It's all meant to be a wish fulfillment for someone struggling with the stresses of "modern" urban living. I feel like Larry David would probably have been a fan if he were around during its run, if that helps; just imagine the Seinfeld gang if they looked and acted like Kingpin from the Marvel stuff. I think the audience is invited to sympathize with Everett's sensibilities and to laugh at the catharsis of someone actually indulging their rage.

This one subverts the trope. It invites the audience to suppose the beggar will be destroyed, especially with the foreshadowing. However, simply existing and hoping for a little generosity does not violate Everett's personal code, so going against the perceived rational choice, he listens to his better angels, leaves a coin, and moves on. I can almost imagine the cartoonist starting to become a little troubled at how sincerely people, possibly total assholes, professed to admire Everett and so wanted to turn things around a bit.

So, to sum up, from 2005 to 2012, the UK had a scheme (always love that word, neutral in most British dialects but delightfully menacing in American English) for certain repeat offenders where you would be sentenced to a minimum with no designated end date, just when the parole board thought you were sufficiently rehabilitated, though you remained on parole indefinitely as well.

When it was revoked, because "life but with the possibility of parole after two years" is a pretty bizarre idea and a palpably insane sentence for anything short of various homicide and sexual assault charges, it was only going forward. They didn't retroactively cap the prisoners' sentences.

Official figures published last week show 2,796 people given IPPs remain in prison today. Of those, 1,179 have never been released and 705 are more than 10 years beyond their original sentence.

I'm an American. Our system is, on the whole, obviously much worse, tragically worse, but this seems like an oddly Dickensian nightmare in a country that's generally much more humane, though still struggling with a weird sort of muscularly classist paternalism.

Rober's always seemed a little off to me, like one of those who enjoys being famous more than the stuff that made him famous in the first place. Seems like he's gotten worse, though. For instance, this video declares it "was not sponsored [by Zipline] in anyway nor did they pay for any of my travel or accommodations," despite extolling their virtues over and over again by name, and lingering lovingly on their drones and logos like Michael Bay with a car company's badge.

Smarter Everyday is also rather polished, and he's even more in bed with the military industrial complex, but (as of a few months ago anyway) he comes off like he's still actually enjoying the projects themselves and the information he's sharing. It's hard to exactly articulate the point where a content creator loses me, but I can feel it in my nerd-bones.

Ahh, but in Star Wars, "Light Speed" is exactly as fast as the plot demands. Checkmate, science dorks!

This sucks, but a few points are at least worth mentioning:

1. Of the five judges listed on the order, annoyingly slim as it is, three are Democrats and two are "nonpartisan" but with resumes in the public sector and public interest law.

2. Most states actually have a cap on appeal bonds, often around $50 million or less. NY doesn't have one, but all the same thinking, for good or for ill, that would lead to a statutory limit might influence the appeals court here. Among them is precluding additional litigation from forcing a fire sale.

3. In an appeal like this, the court has to at least conceptually imagine that there's some possibility of success, and that with a defendant who is leveraged AF and not nearly as liquid as he boasts, there is only one bite at the apple when seizing and selling the assets to satisfy the judgment. If the court is convinced that this amount, well into nine figures, will occupy the vast majority of his liquid assets and insure some plausible compensation for the plaintiff, and the other assets aren't going anywhere, then it's not insane to demand a bond more in line with the available liquidity.

Trump is definitely getting the "rich business owner with lots of lawyers" treatment here, and that's certainly something you could criticize about the American legal system, but I don't think we're seeing some completely inexplicable abuse of existing civil procedure. The orange turd still gets the due process that a President Turd would deny to so many others.

TL;DR: it's possible the only thing the Appeals Court is saying is that ol' Donny really can't get the bigger bond and that Trump Tower will still be there to seize later.

At what point do a few Republicans not running for re-election just say "Fuck it" and vote for Hakeem Jeffries? The margin is down to what, three flips? McCarthy being so thirsty for the job that he let them change the rules has fucked them over, because Ted Cruz et al made government shutdowns and other refusals to do routine shit such a losing national issue for the GOP that once in the job, even Christian-Nationalist ideologues like Johnson have to "betray the principles" of idiots like MTG, Gaetz, and Boebert.

Woman: So when you're not swiping, what do you do?

Men 1-7: It sounds weird, but I'm really into WAR! ... Christoph Waltz was sooo creepy as Hans Landa! You have to see it! ... so each week both uncredentialled "historians" talk about their favorite times when thousands of men stabbed or shot each other! ... and then the good guy took his gun-knife and started prying teeth and slicing ears off the dead guys... literally an entire generation of men was decimated or psychologically damaged... But [Game of Thrones/The Walking Dead/Band of Brothers] is my go-to. What do you watch?

Woman: Mostly cartoons.

More seriously, I'd guess that many, maybe even most people have some level of morbid fascination with the type of violent, high stakes scenarios that people they identify with have been subject to. It's just kind of weird not to acknowledge that a lot of basically well-adjusted men (I flatter myself that I'm in that group) are into stuff that's objectively terrifying.