Something for Thursday (July 4 edition)

Two hundred forty-eight years, and all I can really think of is, what’s it going to look like on the two hundred forty ninth?

I continue to be dismayed at the degree to which Americans are capable of being awful, which is why I continue to return to our art: to remind myself of what else we’re capable of.

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