Today, for no particular reason, I’ve decided to replace my song of the day with clips of some of silent film’s greatest comedians.  I was going to include one from Fatty Arbuckle.  But it doesn’t seem fair that a man whose professional name is Fatty should have nicer legs than me.  I run all the time! I’m resentful.

Oh what the hell. Poor Fatty suffered enough. Here he is in the drag. Silent movies are a lot more anarchic than people realize. And dirtier.