The New Jersey white supremacist couple that named one of their offspring Adolf Hitler will not regain custody of their children, an appeals court has ruled. The children were removed from the house because of a domestic abuse situation.

The internet is full of strange people. Corinna Burt may be the strangest. The prominent white supremacist is an undertaker, bodybuilder, and former torture porn star. By phone, she discussed her unusual life and how racism "saved her" from porn.

Wall Street director Oliver Stone placed his foot directly in his mouth over the weekend while talking with the "Any Given" Sunday Times of London, complaining that "Jewish domination of the media" meant that people ignored German atrocities against Russia.

The North Iowa Tea Party has replaced that insane billboard comparing Obama to Hitler, Lenin.

Why did 42-year-old Darin Badami of Omaha, Nebraska, grow marijuana? "Adolph Hitler made me grow it," Mr. Badami told police. This is called the "Nuremberg Defense," and it didn't work for the Nazis. But good luck, Darin! [WOWT via BullfightsOnAcid]

Adolf Hitler is enjoying a surge of popularity in India, where a movie is in production, his autobiography is doing brisk sales and the genocidal dictator is "idolized and admired, mostly by the young." Wait, what?

It's true. There will be a Bollywood Hitler movie. Also today: Idiot Paul Rudd's non-idiot sisters are named, everyone's favorite show has been renewed, that Superbad kid just keeps hangin' on, and a great new series begins.

The steaming pile of bullshit news surrounding late pop-star Michael Jackson continues to ooze out of every single one of society's pores. Today's tale? He loved Adolf Hitler. A lot!

That crazy New Jersey couple, who got mad when a ShopRite supermarket wouldn't personalize a birthday cake for their son, Adolf Hitler, had their kids taken away from them.

If you're not in the habit of getting the New Yorker in its proper print format, you're obviously some kind of philistine for whom we have nothing but disdain. Also, you're missing out some incredible stuff that they don't put online. This week, it's Rebecca Mead's stunning portrait of Ronald Lauder, the cosmetics heir/erstwhile mayoral candidate who purchases Klimts the way some of us buy bourbon. Mead performs the classic journalistic job of allowing her subject to hang himself with his own words: Lauder comes off as a completely ridiculous figure even by the standards of rich New Yorkers who owe their fortune to the generation that preceded them. We imagine it took an act of superhuman strength for Mead to keep her jaw attached to the rest of her head during most of the interview, but particularly during this part, where Lauder muses about living in Vienna before the war: