Jonathan Capehart's column today: "I can't stand Kwanzaa." This is exactly the sort of vicious and ultimately meaningless cultural conversation the internet needs to have.

In your terrific Tuesday media column: Simon & Schuster stands up for its in-house plagiarist, Jon Capehart pranked on the Twitter, the force behind David Westin's departure, and bad times in newspaper-land.

In your suddenly Tuesday media column: Jon Capehart speaks on his morning workout routine and why MSNBC should get a life, a journalist gets punched, another one gets run over by a football player, and Stars & Stripes grows balls.

In your nearly-over Friday media column: The New York Post is shameless about stealing stories, the AP's criticized for taking a good photo, Jon Capehart in more hijinks, and Brian Tierney's clock is ticking.

Why does Jonathan Capehart let people treat him this way? The dashing Washington Post editorial writer wore Prada pants to MSNBC today and it was the funniest thing Joe Scarborough had ever seen.

Oh shit. Dylan Ratigan aired an embarrassing clip of Jonathan Capehart scarfing a bagel. So this morning Capehart's mom called in and chewed Ratigan out for mocking her son. She is cool, but somehow we think this isn't making Jon look cooler. [Jon Capehart is actually cool!]

MSNBC keeps the Washington Post's Jonathan Capehart locked in a room with a camera. Sometimes they throw him a bagel, which he scarfs down because he's hungry from never not being on television, and then they laugh at him.

Last night was a send-off party for Jonathan Capehart—pictured here with social diarist David Patrick Columbia and Eric Gioia, the camera-adoring city councilman—who was a columnist and then an editorial page director for the Daily News, before going to work for Bloomberg (the news service) and literally going to work for Bloomberg (that mayor dude), with a slightly icky pitstop in publicity. He's off to the Washington Post editorial board. Extreme retention efforts are now being focussed on the other three black people allowed to work in New York's media. Lola Ogunnaike, expect flowers!