The State Fair of Texas has resurrected Big Tex, which burned to a crisp last year. Above, the new Big Tex. My unscientific poll of asking my Texas-born wife what she thinks of him indicates that this is a 100 percent fail. What do you think?

Zac Crain of D Magazine describes what the new Big Tex looks like:

A Prairie Home Companion host Garrison Keillor has just come back from a trip. He has two weeks of Majorca-vacation tan on him, and a few extra pounds — but, hey, it’s radio, right? It’s the middle of the night, and there is a knock at the door. He’s groggy, still jet-lagged from the trip, and the knock startles him. While trying to turn on his bedside lamp, he sends his glasses scuttling to the floor. He needs his glasses to find his glasses, haha — make a note of that, Garrison; mention it in a story — and he’s on his hands and knees when another knock comes. This one is louder, more insistent. OK, fine — he abandons the search and pads down the hall, stretching into his robe as he walks. There is a third knock — jeezy peasy, fella, simmer down — as he gets to the door. He opens it and — no! It can’t be! I saw you die! I was just a child. You can’t possibly hold me responsible!

That’s imaginative. My thought upon gazing into the plaintive eyes of the new Big Tex was more succinct. Big Tex seems to be saying:

“Howdy, little boy, come sit in my lap. It’ll be our secret. Just you ‘n your old friend Big Tex.”

What does the new Big Tex look like to you?