A weekend at the Ugly People Festival By Barrett Swanson Every September, the World Association of Ugly People—also known as the Club dei Brutti—holds its annual festival, both to celebrate its members’ physiognomic repellence and to administer an election for the new club president, an appointment conferred not only for outer unsightliness and lackluster genetics but apparently also for the candidate’s full-throated shamelessness, for it turns out that what matters most in this electoral contest is not the grievousness of the candidate’s appearance but rather their willingness to lionize their ugliness, which they usually communicate with the tootings of a trumpet. …