"Nothing human disgusts me unless it's unkind, violent," said Hannah Jelkes. "Except for these Valentines. Which are just weirding me out."

Brother Greg Pabst suggests today is a day not meant for tart comment on the weaknesses of the species but for worshipping at the feet of one's golden wife. So worship, he says.

Worship.

However, he adds, just to bleed off some of one's usual foul mood, why not link to the following valentines, most of which seem to have been drawn from the personal collection of Mistah (The Horror The Horror) Kurtz.

All this linking is rather lazy, isn't it? I'll have something up tomorrow of substantial wit and daunting gravity.