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So, let’s try to reconstruct this: At the post-Good Night and Good Luck cocktail party, Arianna makes friendly with George, and they’re both very charming, so they hit it off, Arianna asks George to “write a blog” for her, and George says, “of course, Arianna, anything for you,” and they arrange for her seconds to call on his seconds, or whatever rich people do instead of writing numbers on cocktail napkins. MORE »

It’s a good thing that we get to enjoy the pony that’s been hidden in slavery, because for the people of Mississippi, it could be a long time before they get to enjoy anything hidden in their vaginas. MORE »

You know, generally, it’s not worth our time to go after all the insane, barely literate halfwits who write editorials and columns for our nation’s less prestigious papers. ‘Cause, really, it’s shooting fish in a barrel. It’s like sending Robert Christgau to review karaoke night at the Reef. Sure, it’s bad, but who cares — these people are amateurs. But every now and then, one of these lunatics comes up with a column so brilliant, so perfect, so unbalanced, that we must emerge from our decadent coastal enclave and enter the great uncharted middle of the country to bring back to our godless readers the Word. This is one of those columns: MORE »