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Democrats getting whacked for sanitizing their bios on Wikipedia. How can you hear that and not laugh?

Hypocrites! Defend that one, Kos!

Fox Sports is reporting that T.O. may be going to Denver. That wouldn’t be too much of a surprise. Denver is the new Oakland when it comes to teams that suck up everyone else’s cast offs.

So the nominations are out… The big winner was Fatback Mountain, with 8 nominations. A number of movies scored a handful, but the story of gay cowboys is Oscar’s favorite, so far.

Honestly I think Oscar nominations must be doled out by the same people that handle US Figure Skating’s Olympic athletes. To exclude Walk The Line in the best picture category, but then include the crap-fest Crash is a crime against movies. Yes, I’m pleased that Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon got best actor/actress nods, but leaving the movie out of play for the big score is a travesty.

The media coverage will beat to death the story line about the Witherspoon/Huffman duel over best actress. On the men’s side, I’ve got to go with Phoenix despite the buzz about Hoffman.

On a final note, don’t start screwing with the color controls on your television come March 5. This years Oscars look to be a rather monochromatic event with Terrence Howard and Ang Lee providing the only diversity. Honestly, if William Hurt can get a nod for a walk-on, the Howard should have picked up a supporting actor nomination for his role in Crash (he was the bright spot in a very drab movie). He was excellent in Hustle and Flow. Unfortunately, the only chance he may have this year is if the Academy hands him an Oscar just so they can avoid the complaints about their all-white affair.)

Trendwhores are bad… Naked trendwhores are cool. And who better to bring you naked trendwhores than Playboy.

That’s right, the magazine that brought you the Girls of Starbucks, Home Depot, McDonald’s and Wal-Mart is now planning to bring you The Girls of MySpace.

That’s great and all, but pales in comparison to the gossip news that Jennifer Love Hewitt may bare all for Hef.

For anyone outside of Washington, the machinations that make our government work look pretty ugly. The old adage about laws and sausages is right on the money. For those in Washington, eventually you’ll see the names of your friends pop up in the newspaper. They’re often referred to in derogatory ways. In some cases, you’ll see people you have worked with being indicted and occasionally someone you know will go to jail over something they never even knew was a crime. In the past few months, I’ve experienced all of the above.

It really is a bit frightening.

For most people, the chance of your name ending up in an article on the front page of the paper is directly proportional to their likelihood of winning the lottery or the amount of beer they consume per day. In politics, whether it’s local or national, that equation is dramatically skewed.

One of the worst experiences I’ve ever had was my departure from my job as Executive Director of the New Mexico GOP. The Chairman and I really disliked one another by the time it was over. As a result, the feuding, which had been taking place behind closed doors and in heated arguments by cell phone, spilled over on to the front page of the Albuquerque Journal.

A friend called one morning and said one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. He told me, “I never realized that because of your job, you’re actually kind of a big deal in town.” I asked what he meant and he replied, “I’ve never read on the front page of the paper an article about anyone else I know quitting a job.”

Now my wife buys just about every celebrity gossip rag there is and I think they are fascinating. I can’t imagine being, or being married to, an A-list celeb. Sure, the parties, clothes, cars, and vacations would be great, but I leave my wedding ring on the bathroom counter far too often. Every other day there would be a “celebrity ring watch” article questioning the strength of my relationship. And every single article would be based solely on my desire to avoid getting soap in the grooves on the ring.

So when I read the articles in the Washington Post that mention my friends by name, I have to remind myself of the ring, and the soap, and the gossip rags.

Washington has turned gossip into high art. We skip past the rings and nipple slips. We skip past the sham marriages and couch jumping spastic rituals of the celebrity elite. Our media makes every single person involved in the pursuit of better government, and responsible policy seem like the devil’s mistress.

It’s sad really… but it’s life in Washington.