The Week went so wingnut wacky during the campaign that I would have canceled my own damn subscription if not for the food pages, which are an oddly compelling gauge of what appeals from newspaper sections across the country. Since I’m no longer in the competition, I needed this to justify re-upping: Where else in print would you read about a British priest who needed a potato dug out of his rectum? One that allegedly lodged there when he fell on it while trying to hang kitchen curtains in a state of buck-nakedness? Then again, I guess it’s just more proof that the magazine has gone over to the neocon side. Those readers would consider tuber action a prescription for the ultimate wide stance.