Two awful tastes that never went great together, Michelle Malkin and The O’Reilly Factor have called it quits. Rather, Malkin broke up with O’Reilly, who has a serious thing going on with Geraldo, who totally hates Malkin…It’s probably the nastiest break up since Charlie Sheen and the chick who made out with Neve Campbell in “Wild Things.”

Inside Cable News received an e-mail from Malkin last Friday confirming her divorce from the Murdoch-owned news outlet:

From: “Michelle Malkin”
To: XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 23:04:58 -0400
Subject: Re: Michelle no longer on the Factor?
I made the decision to quit appearing on the O’Reilly show in response to the poor handling of the Geraldo Rivera matter (the staged “apology” on The Factor was a complete farce). I won’t go into details, but please know that your support means a lot to me. You can catch me on other Fox News shows and read my daily blog posts and weekly columns at MichelleMalkin.com.

Best,
Michelle

All of this commotion because of a little threat that FOX News host and former journalist (zing) Geraldo Rivera made about Malkin:

Michelle Malkin is the most vile, hateful commentator I’ve ever met in my life. She actually believes that neighbors should start snitching out neighbors, and we should be deporting people. It’s good she’s in D.C. and I’m in New York. I’d spit on her if I saw her.

Gasp, folks. Gasp indeed. We’re not shocked by the spitting threat, but rather the fact that Geraldo almost sounds sensible. Or at least more sensible than Malkin, although we admit that doesn’t say very much.

Let’s look back, friends, and take a look back at Malkin versus Geraldo tape from July. There’s no spitting, but you can still see Malkin about to pop a blood vessle:

Take care, Michelle. Just because you’re not on O’Reilly anymore doesn’t mean we don’t need content at CW.

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Malkin quits The Factor… Inside Cable News

Drool Fest 2007! Ten military bloggers got a special briefing from the President after his prime-time speech Iraq last week.

In this meeting, Ward Carroll of Military.com said the president seemed more comfortable with his message than on TV. We’re led to believe Bush’s becomes articulate when surrounded by hand-picked pro-Bush and pro-war supporters probably because he can say “Scrabble-ma-jangles” without judgment.

Carrol described the President’s performance in front of the blogger round-table:

“No deer-in-the-headlights stuff here. Truly unwavering and passionate.”

Apparently, the standard for unwavering presidential passion has been boiled down to looking less like a fawn frozen before its slaughter than one usual does.

Facts on the ground notwithstanding, he believes the United States can win the Iraq War. And to be honest, being around him made me believe it at that moment too.”

I would hate for facts to withstand the thrall of the President’s most recent victory pep rally among the loyal.

Source: President Reaches Out to a Friendly Circle in New Media [WaPo]

You know that feeling that you should be having fun, but you’re not? When going out makes you feel lonelier than staying in? This Brit chalks it up to the raw fact that ‘clubbing’ is a verb equivalent to ’sucking.’

“Clubs are such insufferable dungeons of misery, the inmates have to take mood-altering substances to make their ordeal seem halfway tolerable. This leads them to believe they ‘enjoy’ clubbing. They don’t. No one does. They just enjoy drugs.”

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Charlie Brooker: Nightclubs are hell. What’s cool or fun about a thumping, sweaty dungeon full of posing idiots? The Guardian

Just when you start to believe that money can’t buy everything in life, least of all integrity, reality swoops in and crushes our naive collegiate and free-spoken hearts. Maybe it was a little credulous of us to think that the Bancroft family would have ripped the “Welcome” mat out from under Rupert Murdoch’s grubby little tentacles, but we were really looking forwards to seeing Dow Jones proverbially slap Murdoch across his face with their wallets.

Apparently, said wallets are running a little to low for their tastes. CNN reports that the Bancrofts have actually accepted News Corp.’s $5 billion buyout offer.

We’re not the only ones surprised, though. Most of the reports from the media on Monday were doubtful of the acquisition, and we feel misled; misled and betrayed. More on this to come, probably.

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River Tigris went from being the craddle of civilization to the graveyard of Baghdad. IRIN, a humanitarian news agency, reports a massive volume of floating bodies all along the Tigris.

The situation is even worse in Suwayrah, a southern area of the capital, where the government has built barriers with huge iron nets to trap plants and garbage dropped in the river but now this is also a barrier for bodies.

Under Saddam, people were punished for throwing trash in the river. (Probably severely punished.) Today mountains of trash line the banks. More bad news? Massive mud islands appear in the ever-more-shallow river during dry seasons. It’s great how U.S. reconstruction contractors can’t be trusted to build a sound police headquarters, and, like, restoring the Tigris would be way harder. [Source]

P.S. Wouldn’t this be an amazing TV news story? Post if you see it covered anywhere in the mainstream media.

Tucker Carlon’s show, Tucker, on MSNBC is kinda awesome.

Sure, it serves up the content like a snarky J-Crew ad, but it’s actually witty and they oscillate well between real news and serving up the anti-news stories we all crave– like Paris Hilton’s possible pardon and parliamentary brawls in Taiwan.

If you look at all the latest batch of news shows trying to target younger audiences it actually seems like the program designers are coming up with a more effective formula. As we know, they really need th 18-34 crowd so badly.

Thoughts on what I would do as an exec to lure the spring chickens in after the jump. Read the rest of this entry »

Sickening nerves had me reaching for everyone’s favorite poison– Not alcohol, or meth, but kindly tobacco. Simultaneously, Thailand was on fire. Slash and burn agriculture set the entire country literally ablaze. Already pollution-choked cities like Chiang Mae and Bangkok produced beyond emergency levels of smog, or so the State Department told me in email alerts suggesting I stay inside. Public health workers stood by the side of streets handing out masks from the backs of pick-up trucks. I’m from Houston. I didn’t give a fuck.

Cigarette packs in Thailand sport grotesque real life photographs of black lungs, gunky teeth and emaciated citizens on respirators. Good for them, but when a day in the life of your everyday Thai person is like smoking three packs a day, why suck the joy out of it? Under such circumstances, smoking an extra menthols made me feel clean

Cigarettes don’t give you cancer. Livining in Thailand gives you cancer.

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