David Carr

 Last Thursday, David Carr died in the newsroom of The New York Times.  I'm going to miss him terribly.  His attitude was not the cozy-with-power-posturing of a Ben Bradlee, but a link to the Hecht and MacArthur wise guys in fedoras and the ink-stained wretches before them who knew where the bear shat in the buckwheat and were keen to tell you about it.  I expect he and his fellow hop-head, Samuel Coleridge, are already cranking out a radical journal with John Thelwall about goings-on in Heaven. Maybe they'll need a cartoonist, or a contributor to the children's activity page.

Satan Broads of TittField

If you're trying to translate a title like "Faster, Pussycat, Kill! Kill!", you might as go all in. Or all out, as the case may be.

The 12 Billion Dollar Misunderstanding

"There were mistakes made in Iraq." Jeb Bush
Here's my personal favorite, a grifter's dream as no direct violence was involved, just a gym bag and a straight face: How the US Sent $12bn in Cash to Iraq, and Watched It Vanish