If you've ever read Drew Curtis's fantastic book, It's Not News, It's Fark, you're probably aware of the "Equal Time for Nutjobs" article. Basically, it's when someone fills space in media by allowing nutjobs to spout off their unfounded, wrong ideas because to ignore them would be "unfair." I mean, we could just ignore the guy who thinks flu shots make kids autistic, but we have to be fair, right?

Earlier this week, Dr Oz, one of Oprah's satellite hosts, used an episode of his show to talk about anti-gay reparative therapy. Honestly, he could have just summed it up as "IT'S BULLSHIT. DON'T DO IT," but instead, he gave crazy people a pulpit, allowed them to talk seriously about said bullshit, and aired it all on a major network. Shockingly, GLAAD was not happy about this.

“While we acknowledge this is a difficult conversation to have, it’s critical that a discussion like this happen through the filter of a show like The Dr. Oz Show rather than in secluded basements or back alleys,” the statement read.

Oz—who acknowledges that medical groups like the American Medical Association and the American Psychiatric Association denounce reparative therapy—wrote on his blog following the episode, “’After listening to both sides of the issue and after reviewing the available medical data, I agree with the established medical consensus, ‘I have not found enough published data supporting positive results with gay reparative therapy, and I have concerns about the potentially dangerous effects when the therapy fails, especially when minors are forced into treatments.’ [SOURCE]

Wait, so he recognized that it was all bullshit only after the show? And he came clean only on his blog? Nicely done, doc.

But in all seriousness, I understand trying to open a dialogue, but you don't need to open a dialogue on something with an obvious answer. Two plus two is four. We don't need a televised debate on whether or not it equals three or five or negative bleventeen. Likewise, you really probably shouldn't draw attention to an unscientific practice by seriously debating it on your medical show.

Dear Victoria Jackson -- Miss Jackson if you're nasty? No? Okay then.

I remember you back when you were on Saturday Night Live (thanks, Netflix!) You were pretty funny! I mean, not Kristen Wiig funny, but at least you were better than Horatio Sanz, or anyone from the sixth season. So, you know, not too shabby.

And then you quit to pursue . . . whatever it was you were pursuing exactly, and you went from being the funny, bubbly ditz who danced on the Weekend Update desk to the joy-killing church lady who hands out psalms on Halloween because you think costumes and candy will turns kids on to satanism. Seriously, you're like what would happen if Minnie Mouse downed a handful of quaaludes and read Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged.

Which is to say, you've lost something here. It's like you're trying to be a comedian, but you're too focused on being political. And you're unbelievable as a political junky because you're so horribly inept at putting together serious, coherent thoughts, and because you look like a bad drag queen.

Just look at this video you recorded of yourself trying to debate an HRC activist:

What was that? You came off as a shrill, unthinking bigot. Well, that's mostly because that's exactly what you are, but still, you recorded and edited that yourself. How do you still manage to come off so poorly in your own work? Oy vey, Victoria. It's not going to get better for you.  

So this happened:

Yes, that is the Toronto Sun, completely dropping any pretense of objective, level-headed journalism and announcing that Ontario is now Hell because we have a Liberal minority.

At first, I was like...

But then I was all...

Which is to say I'm just confused. Disappointed and confused. What has to go wrong in your life to make you decide to run a newspaper front page comparing your province to a mythical land of eternal firey suffering full of dead murderers and rapists because you didn't get your way during an election? This is like what would happen if you took away a 16-year-old girl's iPhone and then gave her free rein with the editorial department. It's not clever parody or biting satire; it's whiny, inflammatory hyperbole.

(Gif goodness via Rich Juzwiak at FourFour)