In the confusion around the Boston Marathon bombing yesterday, as facts came and went, the New York Post staked out two dramatic claims: at least a dozen people were dead, and the authorities had a Saudi man in custody as a suspect.

It's a story as old as love: You meet a gorgeous guy online who regales you with stories about his pal Bill Clinton over drinks at the Surrey Hotel. Heady with glee, you accompany this former CEO to the live jazz scene at the Carlyle. Roses, a driver, the whole she-bang. Date number two caps a lovely dinner with the Grammys back at your pad, and yeah, maybe you go back to his amazing apartment and agree to a little barebacking. A couple weeks later, instead of taking Paris together, you're alone with all of the penicillin.

Alec Baldwin: regular asshole, or racist asshole? This is the question raised this morning by the New York Post, and a photographer in its employ who claims that Baldwin called him a "coon," a "crackhead," a "drug dealer" and "Ralston":

The New York Post is known for its always subtle, never offensive covers. Today is nothing new; the morning after President Obama's fifth State of the Union and Christopher Dorner's death, the most important story the Post had to tell was about some clothes designer John Galliano wore.

Sure, everyone chuckled this week about the Dallas Police Department not having a fucking clue what "molly" is. But were we being too harsh on Dallas whites? Because even in America's greatest metropolis, some whites are just now discovering what blunts are.

Here's this morning's New York Post, which is starting its year out strong in offensive sexist garbage. Don't hold, back guys! This could the year you beat "DSK MAID A HOOKER" for gross horseshit! Good luck! [Newseum]

Just over a week since the New York Post ran its hugely controversial cover photo of a man about to be crushed to death by a train—headline: "DOOMED"—another man was killed in New York City, and the Post again decided to broadcast an imminent death on its cover.

R. Umar Abbasi, the freelance photographer who took the controversial photo of pushed subway patron Ki Suk Han prior to his demise, spoke out today against "armchair critics" who believe he should have done more to help the victim.

Yesterday, a freelance photographer working for the New York Post, R. Umar Abbasi, inadvertently stumbled onto the killing of Ki Suk Han, a man who was run over by a New York subway train after being shoved onto the tracks by an unidentified assailant.

Yesterday, Ki Suk Han was tragically struck and killed by a subway train in Midtown Manhattan after being thrown onto the tracks by an angry and perhaps mentally disturbed panhandler. We could spend all day debating the actions of the New York Post photographer whose horrifying photo of Han shortly before his death ran on the paper's front page today. What cannot be debated is this: the New York Post's online commenters are some of the world's most... interesting people.

A freelance photographer working for the New York Post on an unrelated assignment happened to be standing on the 49th Street station platform when 58-year-old Queens resident Ki Suk Han was suddenly pushed onto the tracks by an as-yet-unidentified assailant.

Heh. Well played. The Daily News went with a lame acronym, while the Washington Post, which I don't think even wants to win the tabloid war anymore, chooses the stuffy "Citing affair, Petraeus steps down from CIA."

On this day when a true natural disaster is set to strike the East Coast, it's good to know that gutter-scraping tabloid The New York Post has found something completely absurd, with no real impact on anyone's lives, to get outraged about. Fine work.

New York Post headline: "Press pussies soft on O." The Post itself is rock hard.

Oh that John Edwards, that guy, always combing his hair and having babies out of wedlock while his wife is dying of cancer, that jerk. What is his latest outrageous action, that he did, so that we can all get mad at him, once again, the pretty boy? Let's see, here it is, right in the foldy newspaper with all the pictures:

Sophia Anderson is 21 years old. She lives in Brooklyn. She works as a waitress. That's right: hipster alert. Big time. And just like your average hipster, Sophia Anderson drove a red Mercedes-Benz CLK 320 into a house on Long Island last night.

The New York Post reports that a 45-year-old Long Island woman was arrested last week for selling hot dogs and handjobs out of a camper on the side of the road. It was the second time Catherine Scalia had been arrested for selling hot dogs and handjobs out of a camper on the side of the road.

in 2007, real estate mogul Charles Kushner—father to New York Observer owner Jared Kushner and father-in-law to Trumpspawn Ivanka Trump—attended a business meeting accompanied by executives from Kushner Properties. At the other end of the table was none other than Anna Gristina, known these days as the Manhattan Madam.

Pushing back against the New York Observer's report yesterday that New York Post editor-in-chief Col Allan was named in federal wiretaps as a close pal of Manhattan Madam Anna Gristina, Post reporter Jeane MacIntosh has written an extremely unusual story claiming that she—and not her boss—was the madam's pal.

Well, well, well. It turns out that the Col Allan, the New York Post's penis-rubbing, stripper-loving editor-in-chief, enjoys a very chummy relationship with Anna Gristina, the alleged Manhattan Madam whose recent arrest is spreading panic amongst her reportedly A-list client list. And in a stunning instance of New York news omerta, Allan's archrival the New York Daily News knew all about the relationship but sat on it for weeks.