I think it’s high time we brought the irony back to this feature.

Hey kids, sorry for the light posting. We’re gonna get back into the swing of stuff soon. First some “Awww”-inducing trickle

I was reading EM Forster’s “What I Believe” to cheer myself up yesterday after a personal defeat, and I guess it fits in kinda nicely with the above (Forster spent his life in the closet, btw). We’re all straight here at BC, but we are three cynical writers, who often need to reminded there’s hope in the world, and that there are others out there looking for hope and even a few trying to create it.

We are the aristocracy of the sensitive, the considerate and the plucky. We’re people willing to changing our minds, and do what’s right by those closest to us. We’ll call that a mission statement heading forward.

Respect to the Mayor of “Whale’s Vagina” for saying what the leading contenders for the presidential nomination of the Democratic Party don’t have the guts to.

Sorry for the grandstanding. Two cheers for democracy and stay classy, San Diego.

Wow.

Britney Spears, Patron Saint of Pathetic Drama-Queens Everywhere.

Alex Blagg is a brave dude, and we hope he will be well rewarded in blogger heaven.

Runner Up: Provided by Blagg again via his time machine. Chris Mathews’ shocked pause is priceless.

We’d do more to help the South Africans if we could find them.

This week’s runner-up:

A delightful tune helps the medicine go down. (via NYT)

In our very first addition, we analyze the brillance of the Ulitmate Warrior.

This Week’s Runner-Up: