Wonkette's Week in Review: Deciding Who's the Biggest Asshole Edition
* We wouldn't have called it WEDNESDAY MORNING MASSACRETTE just for Scotty. Turns out Turd Blossom has a new job too.
* It wasn't all White House this week. In fact, once we heard about Kathrine Harris's bus tour -- not to mention her attempted seduction of a college journalist -- we forgot all about the Massacrette.
* You have to respect a congresswoman who's not afraid to call it like she sees it. We've even started emulating her, and so can you, unless you're too big of an asshole.
* Some people are always looking for signs that the apocalypse is upon us; if you're one of them, you had a pretty blockbuster week.
* Some too-old-to-hack-it-anymore retired generals are calling for Donald Rumsfeld's resignation, but Bush says he's the "decider," and his decision is: Rummy stays. The President doesn't want anyone making fun of him anymore either. He's smart really, just maybe more of "wikilectual," than, you know, an intellect-ual.
* Way to go, Washington Post! You totally kicked some Times ass, and all thanks to Robin Givhan, who heard the news while wearing an ivory crewneck sweater that was a perfect metaphor for the simple, yet complex task of writing about famous peoples' clothes, which itself is a reflection of the world's preoccupation with image as perception, and sometimes a red tie is just a red tie, and she really wants to thank the little people, and oh! thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, air kisses for everyone!