Don Broderick, the Fox News Channel news writer accused of hitting a cyclist in Central Park earlier this month, dragging him four blocks, and fleeing the scene, has been arrested, according to an NYPD spokeswoman. Updated below

Doctors are lazy and greedy and do not care about you. But Americans do not know this! Because of the TV, they think doctors would come up with a good national health care plan. They would not.

In 1995, Rupert Murdoch founded The Weekly Standard, a right-wing magazine that lost millions of dollars every year. But his new toy is The Wall Street Journal, and so he's sold the Standard to another rich conservative.

Exciting news about pharmaceutical billionaire Stewart Rahr landed in our inbox today: "Stewart Rahr produced his first feature film, Shannon's Rainbow starring an award winning cast including Julianne Michelle, Daryl Hannah, Louis Gossett Jr., Eric Roberts, Claire Forlani, Krista Allen, Charles Durning, Steve Guttenberg, Stephen Colletti, Scott Eastwood, Jason Gedrick, and Melissa Spielberg Katz. Rahr is King of Hollywood now!" Does that make Lisa Maria Falcone the queen? Possibly! All you info you need about Rahr's exciting new film—"the story of a 17-year-girl who faces and overcomes hardship with the love of a horse and the mother she never knew she had"—available here.

Graydon Carter: Scandalously scant honoree introducer.

Katie Lee Joel's whirlwind princess tour of the sweet life is coming to an end. The cook and gadabout town is splitting up with her kajllionaire husband, stunt driver Billy Joel. Rumor is she's been cheating, also that he's old.

The upcoming issue of Playboy has a profile of Billy Mays, in which the bearded, Bentley-driving cleaning product salesman reveals his ruthless desire to crush the dreams of children:

Brian Graden, a veteran programming executive at youth culture battle-axe MTV, has thrown in the towel after twelve years. In his goodbye memo to staffers, forwarded to us, Graden mentions an as-yet-unexplored dream: To do musical theater. Adorbs.

William von Mueffling, the hedge funder who left Lazard in 2003 to found Cantillon Capital Management—and who had quite the run during the boom days, taking home $250-300 million in 2007—is shutting down his funds due to "ongoing turmoil in the markets," according to the Journal. Expect slightly uncomfortable conversation with Pete Peterson and Felix Rohatyn in the elevator of 810 Fifth later this evening. [WSJ, Dealbreaker]

Eddie Bauer filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection this afternoon. Not that you've ventured inside an Eddie Bauer store over the past decade or anything. But we thought we'd mention it anyway. Carry on. [CNN]

Rick Sanchez made news defending CNN's Iran coverage against a Twitter mob on the air Monday. But it turned out he had a less flattering story to tell behind the scenes.

An addition to the Celebrity Media Intern Class of '09: Arielle Zuckerberg, the kid sister of Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg. She's indentured herself to Dan Abrams-affiliated media blog Mediaite.com. It hasn't launched yet, but we have an exclusive preview!

In news that will probably leave you speechless with surprise, Billy Joel and third wife Katie Lee Joel confirmed this afternoon they're splitting up. "After nearly five years of marriage, Billy and Katie have decided to separate," reps for the couple told the Daily News. "This decision is the result of much thought and consideration. Billy and Katie remain caring friends, with admiration and respect for each other." Naturally, the decision to part ways had nothing at all to do with the rumors that Lee's been dating designer Yigal Azrouël. They've been doing a very good job keeping that one under wraps, clearly. [NYDN]

Sure to be the loudest of all the loud summer films (until G.I. Joe), Michael Bay's Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen is about to drop. And it seems that in one scene, there's a little surprise. Well, two surprises.

Perez Hilton is launching a new website, his advertising agent reports, to "focus on longer-form, more advertiser-friendly content." Meaning, presumably, that the celebrity gossip can finally unleash his fearsome intellect.

In our item about how Bill Clinton maybe got a lap dance from an Argentinian reality show star, we accidentally put up a picture of the Colombian Andrea Rincon. Here is the right one. Also: she makes some wild claims!

Zagat's new nightlife survey has some details on how the city's bars and clubs have been faring amid the downturn. Roughly half of the 6,000 New Yorkers surveyed reported going out less often because of the economy, although 67 percent said the nightlife scene was "the same as it ever was," which is nice to hear, of course, but may come as news to people who remember the days when no one knew what HIV was, the idea of a smoking ban would have been laughable, and clubgoers had yet to figure out that the obsessive use of cocaine can kind of screw up your life. According to the survey, the Lower East Side is NYC's "hottest nightlife neighborhood," while the meatpacking district was named "most over-rated/or over-hyped." As for "the growing trend of bars with master mixologists," more than half of the people surveyed said it was "an excuse to charge more for drinks." You've been warned, Sasha Petraske.

Michelle Obama has a green thumb. Matt Drudge has a rotten, black thumb, so he doesn't buy Obama's garden-harvesting photo-op, because she only planted it 89 days ago and what kind of garden grows that fast?

Monte Carlo was built as a haven for wealthy, cultured Europeans. But the Monte Carlo resort in Vegas must attract the dregs of illiterate American new money. It does so with ads phonetically spelling out what awaits them. Botch, Teat.

There's a new game in town: misery poker. Perhaps you've played? In these dreary days of recession, it's all the rage. The rules are simple: Anytime someone complains about their day, you try and trump it, explaining why yours was worse. Your brother got yelled at by his boss? You got yelled at by your boss, your boyfriend and the doorman. Your friend lost her job? At least she gets eight weeks severance, you're cut off. Your wife spent all day taking care of the kids? At least she has a nanny to help out. You're on your own 80 hours a week. "Instead of sharing our misery, we seem to be using it as a competitive weapon," observes the Wall Street Journal. Damn straight.