Trying to come up with a post a day is akin to being shackled in a Dickensian workhouse, no? Sure, the grime and injuries are mental instead of physical, but the pain is the same, right?
Oh, I exaggerate, mes amis.
A second post a day is where true suffering lies!
That, or listening to a Republican withdrawal speech.
But what isn't a tall tale is the greatness that was the output of Charles himself.
I don't need to tell you to go read his stuff, but I'm going to, nonetheless.
Go read his stuff.
Before we all turn into cheese-eating surrender monkeys.