David Plouffe ran Barack Obama's campaign as a steady and extended fuck-you to the hyperventilating Drudge junkies at Politico, and we loved him for it. Now he's admitted he was leaking to them the whole time.

For our next installment of the Spitzer Files—our collection of e-mails between flacks and reporters during Eliot Spitzer's downfall—we bring you the tale of the Today producer who offered to help a flack find a job at NBC.

Dear redundant old-media bigwigs: Meet your eventual replacement, a 16-year-old with gigs as a professional journalist for TechCrunch, a marketing evangelist for Qik and as CEO of his own startup. Also, he's been officially endorsed by Twitter.

The New York Times broke the story of Eliot Spitzer's hooker habit last year, launching a PR shitstorm of epic proportions. But according to e-mail traffic we've obtained, the Times showed Spitzer's flacks extraordinary deference as the scandal unfolded.

We heard Eric Schmidt was done with girlfriend Kate Bohner around the time he was seen again with his ex Marcy Simon. But a tipster showed us how Schmidt has been funneling some cash in Bohner's general direction.

Memory's an ever-changing thing. And it comes in many forms, as exhibited by a new Facebook page started as a memorial for infamous concentration camp Auschwitz, which says they'll deal with deniers swiftly. Sorry, Ahmadinejad, no poke for you. [AP]

War and profit have long been pals. Governments and corporations make scads of dough on invasions, attacks, contracts and such. So why shouldn't some of that profit help recruit a record amount of new, financially strapped soldiers, right?

Murderous scientists have proven that animals slaughtered for Jewish and Muslim religious sacrifices feel the pain, but stunning the animal first terminates the torture. So, animal rights activists, it's time for a whole new type of holy war. [New Scientist]

Need to scientifically explain Zac Efron's popularity? Blame birth control. Researchers found that women on the pill are more attracted to "wimpy" men, which explains the decline of the masculine leading man. Damn you, pill! Damn you! [Daily Mail]

Michael Vick signed an eight episode deal with BET, which will air a biographical show about the the football player who enjoys making dogs fight. But it's not a reality show. It's an autobiographical attempt to revamp Vick's image. [MSNBC]

Natasha Richardson's death was indeed tragic, sudden and, yes, a media sensation. Who ever heard of someone hitting their head and then falling dead? Wild. And, proving that celebrities control all trends, sparked a new craze: traumatic hypochondria!

Tar magazine was an experiment to answer the timeless question: If you put some celebrities' kids together with a bunch of random art world names, will you make a super successful magazine? No, you won't. Live and learn.

New York magazine has a new story about a Nepali woman who came to visit her daughter in Woodside, Queens and got lost, wandering alone for more than two days. How's schmancy New York mag track down these outer-borough oddities?

Lawmaker-turned-dancing machine Tom Delay astutely pointed out that politics is showbiz. And few politicians have mastered the fine art more than Rod Blagojevich, who at once relishes in and scorns the spotlight. He is, simply, the Joker of media gaming.

In 2001, security giant Diebold bought its elections division for $31 million. Today, it sold it to a competitor for $5 million. The company said elections had become a "distraction" and now a sad chapter in democracy has closed. Maybe.

On the morning he was arrested on corruption charges last December, Rod Blagojevich was the nation's biggest greaseball. So obviously, the national press was willing to say anything to land an interview. And we've got their emails to prove it.

Everyone sold off their stock this morning. Everyone, that is, except for people who own shares in health insurers. They're thrilled that Obama's health care plan is being watered down so that it won't include government-run health plans.

It was apparently impossible for the New York Times' Charles McGrath to hate novelist Nick McDonell, once they met in person. Thankfully, as we are merely stealing from McGrath and not meeting young Nick, we shall not have that problem.

Facesquatters beware: Facebook is coming for you. The social network rolled out short usernames less than two months ago, now it's starting to revoke the ones it doesn't like.

OK! magazine wanted to drum up sales with this cover about Jessica Simpson's weight loss. When Us Weekly ran the same basic cover, it was their best-selling cover of 2007 — the same year, incidentally, OK! found Jessica's "new" body.