A Week of Death, Lovely Weather

What a beautiful week. Gorgeous. We're gonna go walk around and drink some more, it's so nice. Maybe we'll wear a dress!
So. Let's be cheerful! That Hillary Clinton sure is plucky, right? Who could've predicted we'd still be admiring her tenacity, well into late April? No one!
We're not even letting Gossip Girl or pervy reporters get us down! Sure, we hate America, but sometimes we love it.
Well. Some things still upset us, a little. But on the other hand, someone threw a pie at Thomas Friedman.
Chelsea Clinton and Rupert Murdoch both had very busy weeks. We spent a little more time examining Rupert's, as he fired the Journal's managing editor. Read all our astute commentary and analysis in one convenient tag!
Julia Allison threatened to out one of our commenters and Greg Gutfeld threatened to beat one up. But we got the last laugh!
Hotties scored sweet gigs. That is a fun sentence to say. Or to transcribe.
Everyone is still gay, except at The Beatrice Inn.
How sexist is this? What about this? Wait, sorry—that one's sexy.
Newspaper killed by internet! (WATCH IT NOW)
New York's all right if you like video games.