Have a smoking Thanksgiving

Here at Gram Ponante Towers, we are thankful for a year in which the site went from cybersquatting to international recognition in just a few months, without resorting to the physical brutality that has characterized our other ventures. What’s more exciting is that Gram Ponante has actually been dead since 1978. One more reason why Gram is like ‘pac. Peace, dawg (spill beer on grave).

To our American readers: have a great Thanksgiving and thanks for your support this year. To the international glitterati in your Vespas, 419 scams, and Sharka Blue: Quo usque tandem abutere, Catilina, patientia nostra? quam diu etiam furor iste tuus nos eludet? quem ad finem sese effrenata iactabit audacia? Nihilne te nocturnum praesidium Palati, nihil urbis vigiliae, nihil timor populi, nihil concursus bonorum omnium, nihil hic munitissimus habendi senatus locus, nihil horum ora voltusque moverunt? Patere tua consilia non sentis, constrictam iam horum omnium scientia teneri coniurationem tuam non vides? Quid proxima, quid superiore nocte egeris, ubi fueris, quos convocaveris, quid consilii ceperis, quem nostrum ignorare arbitraris? O tempora, o mores! (I mean, seriously.) Senatus haec intellegit. Consul videt; hic tamen vivit. Vivit? immo vero etiam in senatum venit, fit publici consilii particeps, notat et designat oculis ad caedem unum quemque nostrum. Nos autem fortes viri satis facere rei publicae videmur, si istius furorem ac tela vitemus. Ad mortem te, Catilina, duci iussu consulis iam pridem oportebat, in te conferri pestem, quam tu in nos [omnes iam diu] machinaris.

Thanks also to Harmony Rose, here, who makes smoking look fun.