Dead-pan, he took down Matthew's broken explanations, shook his hand warmly, refused a drink and a plaster for his leg, and ran for the first public call-box as hard as he could go.

It is extremely gratifying to see that the Commodore spirit is alive and well, and new “Commodorians” are continuing the tradition of innovation that we began, so many years ago.

One of its pages is set up to accept donations, in dollars or bitcoins; another is devoted to “fashy memes,” songs and images that extol fascism in an antic, joking-but-not-joking tone.

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