A Big Wet Kiss for Rudy

Not from me, from someone at the New Yorker who drank the Rudy-flavored Kool-Aid.

And just in case anyone needed it, more proof that the quality of the magazine has been going continually downhill since the Tina era and why it's yet another major media property that's growing ever more irrelevant.

For something a little more factually-and-reality-based, there's this and this and this.