From the Holy Shit! Department

Even though it means squirreling away my last post so quickly, I felt it was my patriotic duty to inform you of the shocking, life-changing report on Dateline: Sunday. According to Stone Philips, there may actually be…I can't bring myself to say it, no it's too important!… there may actually be hookers in Las Vegas! How could a loving God allow this? If that tramp Sherron Watkins can share Time's prestigious Woman of the Year title, surely Dateline's own whistle-blower, who calls himself "Cheez Whiz" while in Vegas, should be cannonized. Thank you, Mr. Whiz for shedding light on this den of filth, whose masquerade as a wholesome, God-fearing little burg, must surely have fooled us all. And God bless.

Nevermind, they're on Dr. Phil now.

And if any of you are so shallow as to be interested, Slate's today's papers feature boils down the "entertainment news" that other "journalistic" outlets see fit to waste time on into a small, barely digestible lump. Some people just need to get their priorities straight.