All my life, New Year's Eve has been my favorite holiday. Last night, as I clinked champagne flutes amongst a room of strangers, I felt a similar joy and sense of rebirth. Except magnified by 10, and, unlike the changing of the year, won't feel just arbitrary. Nice work, America.

What I want to know is, what is it about April that brings the raging gunmen out of hibernation?

What a messed up couple of weeks for U.S. news. Let's see a show of hands for the most bizarre development:

Anna Nicole Smith's death and the ensuing paternity battle

The Bad-Girl Astronaut who tarnished NASA's image with a jealous attempted kidnapping

or

The 29-year-old sex offender who posed as a 7th grader at four different schools while ( Read more... )