LA Times technology writer Mark Milian discovered the glitch yesterday evening and went to check out Bill Clinton's protected account to see what he could find.

Simply type in site:twitter.com/billclinton into google (or replace bill's account with any protected twitter account name) and voila! Here's what we found...

Bummer. It cuts off just before the good stuff. Well one clever Gawker commenter named Sasha found a way around that.

Doing a search with "Hillary" appended to it, reveals tweets way too outrageous to be from the actual Bill Clinton:

This result comes when appending "hooker" to the search:

I suspect that the tweets belong to someone who had registered the @billclinton account previously and made those tweets before the real Clinton took control of the account. The old tweets are still in the Google Cache from when the @billclinton imposter held the public account.

Some further digging revealed that many of those results have been moved over to the @notbillclinton account.

The blog's explanation for pulling the post:

Basically, we believe that parties who are the subjects of an extensive and sensitive post like yesterday's should know they are being written about. This is both the neighborhood-y, Local thing to do and simple journalistic ethics.

In this case, the author of the piece identified himself to several climbers but not to the people who run the space. We were unaware of this lapse. We had concluded, based on the author's initial pitch, that he planned to be upfront with everyone, and we neglected - our bad - to confirm this after the piece was filed.

Well that's all well and good and friendly, but it's really the type of thing to decide before you publish the extremely extensive post about "this bizarre hybrid of subterranean climbing gym and hippie speakeasy" in Fort Greene. Because the entire thing is, of course, cached by Google. All anyone has to do is click here to read the whole thing, or visit AnimalNY, where they put up a screen shot of it. Now, Jed Lipinski's post on "one of the best kept secrets in Brooklyn" is going to get far more readers than it would have had you simply left it up.

See: The Streisand Effect.
[The Local's 'Why We Unpublished" statement and the original post, via Animal NY

As you'll recall, the new paperback version of Frey's Bright Shiny Morning has a new section on "SCANDAL," which he read last night at the Union Square Barnes&Noble. So he read all the uninteresting parts about various thinly veiled celebrities and then he read the interesting part about thinly veiled himself. Which includes a part where he says after being reamed out so terribly on Oprah's show, he taped all his calls, including one from the host herself, when she called to check up on him and have a heart-to-heart and in the process revealed some scandalous secret about herself.

Okay fine. When the Q&A section came, I asked him, do you think Oprah apologized to you recently because she fears the secret scandalous info you have on her, on tape? And he said, approximately, "Well, I never unequivocally said I have any tapes," which is patently false because I was sitting right there three minutes earlier when he had read the very detailed section from his book that is clearly about himself having tapes about Oprah. But hey maybe that was fictionalized, no names were named, WHATEVER.

Then he said, no, she apologized because she felt bad, and before anyone even read the section of the book where I talk about all the tapes that I have.

He wasn't about to say what, if anything, is on the tapes. So we'll chalk the whole thing up to a little PR push for his book (And a pretty good one!). Maybe he really has scandalous taped secrets. Maybe he has Oprah saying "Oops, I just farted." Maybe he has nothing. Maybe Nixon really had a secret plan to end the war. But show and prove, JF, or it didn't happen.

So all these Boston residents suddenly find themselves besieged by vermin that terrify both man and beast, raiding their trash cans and terrifying one and all.

"They pop out of the trash. A couple of weeks ago one ran right across my hand. It's nasty," said Gerry Gentilucci, 43...
[N]eighbors blame the rodents on the massive hole Harvard began digging a year ago to build a five-acre science project.

Hmmm. Decades before the massive 530,000-square-foot underground science experiment hole: no rats. Since massive hole filled with who-knows-what: huge killer rats.

But Harvard officials strongly refute that the construction of its 530,000-square-foot science complex along Western Avenue has had any role in the rat infestation.

Speak not of the rats again.

[Boston Herald via Ivygate]

Fred Dicker, the New York Post's man in Albany, is a media demigod to all the second-string political hacks in that godforsaken city. Throughout this entire Caroline Kennedy saga, Dicker has been the one vacuuming up the gossip in Albany; the Times has tried to tackle the story with its prestige and connections to NYC big shots, but that paper's entire Albany bureau doesn't have nearly the clout of Dicker by himself. Nobody wants to finally land that NYT gig and then get sent to Albany, ya know. Today Dicker gets an explanation from the Kennedy camp that really sheds no new light on her reasoning. But they were due for some bitching after the governor's staff smeared them all over the tabloids last weekend:

CAROLINE Kennedy's "personal reasons" for withdrawing from Senate consideration were not connected to damaging claims from Gov. Paterson's camp that she owed back taxes, had a nanny problem or faced a marital scandal, two sources close to her have told The Post....

While neither source would say so, others close to the Kennedys believe the negative reaction of one of Kennedy's children was a determining factor in her withdrawing from consideration for the seat, which eventually went to Kirsten Gillibrand.

There's also plenty of bitching about Paterson in there, as you might expect. The more interesting way to absorb this story is as a dirty fight between the Times and the Post, both of whom have their own internal disagreements. In New York magazine this week, a Times reporter describes the, uh, motivation of the staff there:

Kennedy also smacked headlong into a newly emboldened Times city staff. “We’ve grown a pair of balls, and I’m amazingly proud of the paper,” says a Times reporter. “The turning point was the editorial page’s rolling over for Bloomberg on erasing term limits. The reaction from the reporters and editors is that we’re the last line of defense—we’ve got to hold the line.” Not for or against any particular politician, that is, but to stand up for small-d democracy. After inflating her candidacy by making her simple declaration of interest in the job the lead story of the day, they compensated by hitting her hard.

Ha, nice. The Post had corporate connections to Kennedy's campaign, and the NYT, of course, has those rumors about its publisher and Caroline, and everybody is vicious and mad and wounded and hurt and this story still has plenty of legs. Public service!

All presidential records go to the archives, and in four years journalists can look at some of them, after a six year wait for the archivists to find the relevant documents, of course, because the National Archives are severely understaffed because no one in government likes them or their stupid mission of stupid "transparency" and "history."

But the White House is sort of vaguely cooperating, shipping truckloads of material to Dallas for eventual storage at Bush's comical presidential library, which will consist of the usual scale model of the oval office, a bullhorn, and animatronic ghosts of dead New Orleanians, Iraqis, and that retarded person Bush killed in Texas.

Oh, but Cheney! Dick Cheney, that best Vice President of all, he is not going to forward a single goddamn email to anyone. He is going to find a way to burn these "electronic mails." He will back up all the requested material to tapes and disks and then he will take these tapes and disks out back and shoot them, with guns.

The law is pretty clear: all documents related to the VP's official duties are to be preserved and transfered to the archives. Cheney, of course, has a hilariously skewed interpretation of that law. Cheney says he "alone may determine what constitutes vice presidential records or personal records" and "how his records will be created, maintained, managed, and disposed." The nice thing about Dick Cheney is that he will just straight-up tell you when he intends to ignore or violate a law, and that is the only thing he will tell you about anything he does, because his records are all in his "man-sized" safe in his office, and that safe will be in his deep-sea underwater bunker, with Cheney, once the full extent of his crimes against humanity become clear, on January 21, 2009.

Also did you know that creating a machine to "read" these "electronic mails" apparently requires huge sums of money being sent to defense contractors?

At the Navy base, all the electronic data are supposed to be "ingested" by a new electronic system meant to allow such efficient cataloguing, indexing and searching that millions of documents can eventually be provided to researchers and citizens online.

The system, which has been under development for a decade by Lockheed Martin and other contractors at a cost of $67.5 million, will rely on software created after the collapse of Enron, when that company's creditors demanded new tools for quickly sorting its e-mail trove to find damaging information.

Huh. They could've had, like, Google do this, for free, right? No, Lockheed Martin had a great solution to this "ingesting electronic mail" problems, of course.

Anyways in maybe 2050 or so someone will write a really good book using some never-before-seen documents from these terrible times and we'll all say "never again" as President Miss Beazley preemptively invades the equator, because it is the last place on Earth safe from our new ICE AGE. (Didn't see that one coming, stupid Al Gore, did you.)

Our theory is that Tina Brown, who runs the chatty Beast, was doing some secret shopping of her own and espied the modest Ms. Fuld, wife of Wall Street pirate Dick, at Hermès in the flesh, buying tons of expensive crap. But, not wanting to out herself as an overly-indulgent non-recessionista, Brown just passed it off to a staffer with the juicy bits included and had the whole thing run anonymously. It's the ultimate in secret trend piece exposé—when one is secretly doing the secret thing one's exposing as a secret! Phew!

We don't know why everyone's so embarrassed about the noble ways in which they're doing their part to stimulate the cratering economy. These ladies should be proud of their patriotic work! Money given to a fancy French fashion house will eventually trickle down to us, right?

Just an idea of the awesome '70s graphic design. Elton is psyched to talk about sex!

Warren Beatty discusses what turns him on. A definable waist is a must.

Al Pacino's fantasy involves boredom and a seven foot woman. Anyone care to deconstruct?

Jack Nicholson wants you to help him vomit. Any volunteers?

Two or three dozen naked women, Telly? Seriously?

Tina Turner is awesome. That is all.

Elton John's theme song is Cheap Trick's "I Want You To Want Me."

Dear Pam Grier, Did you hear the one about Truman Capote being gay?

Feldman has already spoken out about what he suspects were several instances of R.E.M. (rapidly encroaching Michael) sleep at Neverland Ranch. Haim quickly dismisses the possibility that his friend wasn't conscious at the time—but what about Haim's own "rape." Was it rape rape? Or Hollywood-style rape—the kind one might begrudgingly submit to in some B-movie producer's poolside changing room in order to ensure oneself the lead in Prayer of the Rollerboys? At this point, we think pretty much anything is possible, and this shiz is getting heavy.

• The Two Coreys [A&E]

- To make an example of a member, Goto will beat that person in front of peers, or force the person's peers to dole out the punishment...

-They do not hesitate to take extreme measures or take into account the other people involved when it comes to planning an attack/ reprisal. They will act in the presence of women and/ or children, forcing them to watch gruesome, violent acts so that afterwards they will not file criminal complaints, etc.

Sucks.

[Source]

• Dean talks about people he knew who used to frequent a lesbian club in LA. "A few times, I spotted "Asia," a 1990s female R&B singer who had an amazing voice and a number of widely successful ballads during that time. She started as a background singer, but her powerful voice proved she needed to be up front as a solo artist. Her short body was topped with her huge, curly hair. Asia made a number of love songs, and her claim to fame was her rendition of a sexy remake of a song originally done by an '80s icon."
• "There was a beautiful television sitcom actress, 'Daisy,' and her actress best friend, 'Lisa.' These two women have been friends for a number of years and are always together. Daisy had done a number of successful sitcoms and got her start in a Broadway musical. Her multirange vocals were often showcased on one of the sitcoms she co-starred on. She often plays a fiery and fiesty character...However, I suspected that Lisa, a former singer and popular comedic actress, was at the club only as support for her."
• "There were also a host of WNBA players, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. It's always been rumored that most of the women in the WNBA are lesbians."
• "'I don't give a fuck!' a curvaceous woman yelled. 'She better bring her ass over here!' Everyone turned around to see who was making such a fuss. It was award-winning female rapper/ actress, 'Sheena.'...This wouldn't be the first or last time I'd see or hear about this female rapper/ actress attacking her partners...When she made an appearance on Keenen [Ivory Wayans'] show, I couldn't imagine her being as violent as I had seen her that night because she was the nicest and sweetest person. She had a striking presence, but it was really her walk that made her appear as if she was pimping."
• "Lola was an R&B singer/ songwriter who had recently moved to Los Angeles from New York. She was a staple on the New York scene, partying with big name celebrities. Her skills caught the likes of super duper producers DeVante Swing of Jodeci, Stevie J, and Dallas Austin. She'd made a noteworthy album, and the critics were eating her up. Her style was a hard-edged rap with a little rock and R&B. Her new single topped the charts and was receiving a lot of airplay...

  As much as Lola wanted to be a trailblazer and open doors for other gay artists, she was still part of a machine. Lola had to do what the label told her to do. She was still at their mercy and on their dollar. In videos and on album covers, her look was softened with dramatic makeup, luxurious hair, and seductive clothing. It was like night and day seeing her transformation."

When word of this book first got around, plenty of people hoped that Dean would just out some famous rappers outright, by name. Barring some unforeseen surprises later in the book, he's not going to do that. But he does like to tell salacious stories about people using pseudonyms, while giving enough identifiable details about them that it's certainly possible to make some very good educated guesses at their identities.

It should also be noted that this book is not just about hip hop. It starts off with Dean's life story—poverty, molestation, a heroin-addicted prostitute mother. He goes to college and moves to LA to break into the entertainment business. He socializes with a wide range of people from movies, television, and the random parts of the LA celebrity-industrial complex, as well as people from the music industry.

Finally, it's clear that this book is not a work of great literature. Nor is it intended to be, judging by the porny quote selected for the book jacket. It's basically an extended tease from a man who was deeply ensconced in the "down low" culture.

And now, today's highlights—there are lots of gay scenes with anonymous people in this book, but these are the ones that seem to involve the most famous subjects:

• Dean is at Keenen Ivory Wayans' birthday party. "There were two male celebrity actors standing a few feet in front of us. They didn't notice us because the club was dark. Both men are young and very attractive and have starred in some comedic and dramatic films. One of the actors, "Junior," is a tall, muscular, brown-skinned brother who got his start in television and is known for his comedic roles in films. He never married, but has a couple of children with a girlfriend. The other dark-skinned actor, "Fritz," has been in a few movies and has starred in a popular television drama."

  The two are obviously a gay couple, which surprises Dean, although he says there has been much speculation about "Junior."

• Dean's friend Sandy is working on a film with some major stars in it. "The lead was "Lucas," who is a megastar. No matter what film project he was attached to it was bound to be a box office smash. In Hollywood, he is considered a golden boy and very bankable. However, there were already many rumors swirling about his sexuality, and even though he married, it was hard for him to shake those pesky gay rumors."

  Every day, Sandy says, Lucas' friend "Kareem, a leading [married] sitcom actor," visits his trailer, where they go inside and—everyone believes—have sex. Dean also says that Lucas runs with a circle of high-level superstar down low types. He later meets Lucas again and finds him to be "smooth, charismatic, and charming," and his wife even brings goodies to the film crew.

• Dean's friend "Corey" is a singer-songwriter who was featured on the MTV series The Cut, opened shows for Jay-Z, appeared in a Broadway musical, and then signed with "Eli, a popular multiplatinum rapper, who had just started a label at the time (in the 90s)."

  "Eli was a force to be reckoned with. He flew out the gate with his debut album and would become a mainstay in the ever-changing Hip Hop industry, where many rappers are one-hit wonders. He has been hailed as one of the greatest rappers to bless the mic."

  It turns out that Corey has been giving oral sex to Eli (whom Dean describes as "fine as hell") in Eli's home studio. "Up until that moment I had never heard anything remotely close about the rapper being gay. Eli was a burgeoning superstar who parlayed his marketability into television and movie credits. He even had a promising clothing line. But every man's got needs and Eli's needed tending to."

I have some guesses. Do YOU?

More tomorrow!

Dean is at a club, on an island vacation spot, when he meets him:

He was across the room standing against the wall with a drink in his hand. He was bobbing his head to the Hip-Hop beats and surrounded by slew of bodacious women and physically fit men.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was absolutely gorgeous - Tall, caramel, chinky eyes, and a body that wouldn't stop. Damn, he was fine! I felt the temperature in my body rise. Lust was speaking and its low growl was whispering in my ears.

Then he looked over in my direction and smiled.

They have a short, coy meeting at the bar. Who was that man?

I asked my boy Clever if he knew the beautiful specimen of a man. Clever acknowledged that he did. "That's 'Preston' I haven't seen him in a while. He's always on the road. He plays for ________."

Now, I am really excited. This professional athlete just approached me and how he did it was so smooth. No one noticed anything.

The next night, Dean is in his hotel room:

Anyway, I opened the door and there he was. Tall, broad, strong, sexy, and smiling at me. Preston strolled into my suite as if it was his own. I was in shock. My mouth dropped open, and so did every molecule and cell in my body.

I quickly closed the door. Preston didn't say a word. Nothing. His muscular body glided into the bedroom. I followed. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed an amazing physique. I followed suit, and, like that, me and Preston went at each other like two lovers in heat. We wanted each other badly. We explored each other's bodies as we peeled off our clothes and strewn them throughout the room.

My gosh, Preston was ferocious in bed. His soft lips met mine. We kissed tenderly, and then passionately. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. We groped each other finding different and wonderful places to touch. His long hard muscle was massive. He felt wonderful in my hands.

We have no guesses!

[1224 Confessions]

"I've worked in the entertainment industry, and in paticular with Hip Hop for over 10 years. I've been in the room with rappers and celebrities when they've used deragatory words such as Fags, and Homos. I've wanted so many times to step up and say something, but I didn't want to out myself. I didn't want to be put on blast. I didn't want to lose my so-called friendships. But, what bothered me most was when I heard many rappers and celebrities use those words and they themselves were hiding their sexuality just as I was."

It is ironic that the most homophobic male happens to be the one who is trying desperately to deflect from his own sexual identity crisis, and distract attention away from himself. It's so easy to call someone out of their name, especially calling another man a faggot, or punk, or homo.

Okay, so "many rappers and celebrities" he knows are closeted gays. A numerical hint: it should be more than one, and not just in hip hop, but celebrities also. Good start!

So, here I stand with many men in Hip Hop who refuse to hide. We have helped shape, build, and create Hip Hop and have just as much say as those who feel the need to degrade, and denegrate our contributions. Yes, we are here. We are all up in Hip Hop - your stylists, publicists, managers, producers, songwriters, ghostwriters, video directors, journalists, product managers, tour managers, lawyers, accountants, and your friends.

Christ, it could be anybody. Any of your friends!

I wrote this book many years ago. Long before there was a mention of Karrine Steffans and her infamous tell-all book, Confessions of a Video Vixen. I loved her book and her truth. It took courage for her to tell her story.

A good friend, who is an accomplished R&B singer/songwriter, had been after me to tell my story for a while. We have been friends for many years and I never told him about my life

Who is this accomplished R&B singer/ songwriter man? I'm guessing it's someone from Jodeci, maybe? Or not.

Deep within the confines of Hip-Hop is a prominent gay sub-culture. A world that industry insiders are keenly aware of, but choose to ignore. From the testosterone of men striving to be on top and in control, to the "by any means necessary" bravado in an industry that thrives on power, homosexuality is a reality at nearly every level of Hip-Hop

Russell Simmons. I'm getting strong vibes. Or it could be someone totally opposite, like Suge Knight. It will be interesting to find out!

One good friend, Emil Wilbekin, Editor-in-Chief of Giant Magazine gave me the kindest words of advice. He told me, "Terrance, you can only tell your truth. You have lots of friends who support you. I am one of them." His words helped me during the initial phase of writing the book.

Another friend, a celebrated record label publicist, who has helped launch many legendary careers, told me, "Don't worry about what people are going to think. This is your story. Write your book!"

The editor of Giant clearly knows something. Email us, Emil Wilbekin! It's simple journalistic solidarity.

In conclusion, it sounds like Ja Rule fits the general profile here. Then again, so do most famous rappers of the last decade. But that is really pure speculation, because I have no idea! Do YOU?

[The whole "Parsing XYZ" construction stolen from Jack Flack]

The British kept the story quiet for ten weeks. The blackout was limited to his military duties, and the press agreed to the keep the story quiet as long as they could continue to write about his other hobbies, like dressing up as a Nazi at costume parties.

American louts, however, are unsatisfied with just drunk pictures of Prince Harry. Chief of the general staff of the army was "very disappointed" with Matt Drudge. "This is in stark contrast to the highly responsible attitude that the whole of the U.K. print and broadcast media." The British are so uptight.

First off, the British press were given special access to the prince in return for the silence. But they probably would have remained silent anyway. The Guardian explains their decision to maintain the blackout with a pat on their back: "It was an extraordinary and rare display of unity for national and regional newspaper and magazine editors and broadcasters not to report the story." An extraordinary display of acting like pussies you mean.

When American media outlets are guilty of this sort of behavior, it's generally either isolated cases of one paper caving to pressure—like the New York Times holding their warrant-less wiretapping expose until after the 2004 elections—or about matters of less newsworthiness. The entire U.S. media did conspire to leave Chelsea Clinton alone during her stint as first daughter, but they certainly would've reported if she'd enlisted and gone to Iraq.

British tabloids are usually much more ruthless than American ones. But ultimately the British really do care about the royals. There's no ironic distance there. And between an asshole in fedora and believing in the Divine Rights of Kings, Matt Drudge wins any day.

"Harry Withdrawn From Afghanistan" [NYT]
"Why We Agreed To A Media Blackout On Harry" [Guardian]

The complete agreement — which limits to two the number of editorial staffers that may see the book, mandates that it be stored "in a secure place," and makes the publication liable for any financial loss resulting from a breach of confidentiality — is after the jump.

[Date], 2006

[Editor]
[Publication]
[Address]
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Re: DISPATCHES FROM THE EDGE (the "Book"), by Anderson Cooper (the "Author")

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HarperCollins plans to release the Book for sale in the United State on June 6, 2006. Our publishing agreement provides that strictest confidentiality will be maintained about the contents of the Book until the Book is release for sale in the United State by HarperCollins....

We are willing to provide to you with a copy of the Book in order for you to review the book for inclusion in your magazine under the following conditions:

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