We hadn’t intended to work the United 93 beat, but then we read Slate today: MORE »

Well, that Ben Domenech thing was a fun ride while it lasted, wasn’t it? Now, in the wake of his resignation, the boys over at Fishbowl want to know what the Post’s next move should be. MORE »

* President Bush moves to replace Gale Norton as Interior Secretary with Dirk Kempthorne — who may have some skeletons in his closet (and is less popular than Spuddy Buddy). MORE »

The Pony isn’t Adele’s first brush with controversy lunacy:

Oh, Adele. You’re a girl after our own hearts. MORE »

Yes, ol’ Adele Fergusen’s brilliant, life-changing column has been Nick Sylvesterized from the Kitsap Peninsula Business Journal’s website, but it is still available — the pony hidden in the internet is that all the crazy shit you put there can last forever and ever! Some kindly blogger has posted the whole thing, in case you missed it yesterday. MORE »

On any other day, we’d be applauding The Note for contributing something strained and unintelligible to our discourse. Something like this superlative disaster: MORE »

Our gossip-obsessed sister reports today that the Times Magazine is copping to inadvertently altering a picture of former Virginia governor Mark Warner: “The jacket was charcoal, not maroon; the shirt was light blue, not pink; the tie was dark blue with stripes, not maroon.” In other words, Warner was clad in his inside-the-beltway dullest. We get it. 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 »