Cheek, in Review: 7 Days of Runnin' Scared
Well, some cowboy's Goin' Galt in Brooklyn Heights, anyway. Photo (c) Charles D
Rightbloggers decided President Obama is a fascist. Despite this, and the aid and comfort he gives to pirates, the voters like him anyway -- which figures, since many of them are apparently socialists. Which may be why, despite protests, Obama Fried Chicken isn't changing its name.
Mayor Bloomberg received the endorsement of the wacky Independence Party, gave help to non-profits, was accused of push-polled an opponent and denied it, unveiled a new campaign ad, and ceded control of the city to Ed Skyler.
Once and future governor Eliot Spitzer faced his gremlins.
Speaking of the MTA, since their workers are not obliged to help sexual assault victims, one victim fought back with her cell phone -- and won. MTA also won't be watching some of its subway entrances. No cop, you hop!
D.A. Bob Morgenthau indicted an arms dealer -- who may never see the inside of a courtroom.
James Carville invited us to American Idol.
Billy Bob Thornton: Asshole, Genius, or Both?
We helped a Christian child molester make up excuses.
We got the straight dope on Lance Armstrong.
John DeSio went to the Bronx Anarchy Fair, noticed that not many others did, which displeased commenters ("i hope you die").
Also hatin' on the Voice: AIDS denialists.
We got to talk to one of our heroes, playwright Robert Patrick.
Wayne Barrett gave Al Sharpton an "apology."
Upstate New York threatened to secede. Can you blame them?