Weasels Ripped My Flesh!

I’m sorry, but I can’t help but imagine myself as the illustrator, working out exactly how this should be laid out and then, executing it with painterly masterfulitude. On the other hand, I could also imagine being the editor, thinking, “God, how did it come to this? All I had to do was hold the paper until the morning. ‘Dewey Defeats Truman’ How could I have been so stupid?”

It happens, my friends. It happens.