Bonfire of the Vanity

There needs to be a full accounting before the Statehouse hangs another portrait.

There is a seemingly endless array of political portraits at the Statehouse. Fucked-up looking perverts from the past leering at you—probably upset because they died of syphilis. (Hey, brother, that’s not my problem!)

I suppose sitting for a portrait probably felt more prestigious before everyone started carrying cameras in their pockets.

Not that that wo…