Jeff Goldberg:

It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting around in a straw cowboy hat sipping expensive tequila and making place mats out of thatch. And I have to tell you, I keep getting the strangest urge to hop a fence and make a run for the neighbor’s house. I asked my wife why this might be, and she said, “uh, because you’re a racist?” Hmm. Quizás.