From the weekly Cartoons Angering Foreigners dispatch, the above oddity comes from German CGI enthusiast Walter Moers. The toon depicts a despondent Hitler in his Berlin bunker, mumbling a reggae-infused ditty about the depressing (for him) turn in the war. Beyond the strangely big-nosed Hitler and his rubber-duckie doppelganger backup singers, the humor is pretty flat. It's certainly not sympathetic to the Fuhrer, but perhaps because it's not particularly acidic, there are plenty of protests. Lightweight Hitler joshing still has trouble gaining comedic acceptance in our grim, repressive culture.

Hitler internet cartoon causes storm in Germany [Guardian]

Does the master of nerd parody need any introduction? Watch it for the Star Wars Christmas Special reference.

Ever since the MisShapes party vamoosed, downtown hellmouth Luke & Leroy has been strugglin' a little. Its Saturday-night MisShapes party replacement, Rated X, goes straight for the gonads with enthusiastic amateur nudity. The hipsters are still drawn in droves, MisShapes or no; many probably haven't even noticed the change in party management. Except that they take their clothes off a lot. For money. Unfortunate Gawker videographer Richard Blakeley recorded the hoopla surrounding their most recent (and highly debatable) "Best Body" contest. Top prize went to a twee young male carrying neither body fat nor shame, while the gal Richard brought to the gala went to his roommate after one drink. Drama! Oh yes, did we mention the boobies? They're there. The clip's NSFW, if you haven't figured that out yet.

Gay American, former Jersey governor and current press whore Jim McGreevey kicked off his whirlwind talk show tour yesterday by submitting to a wildly awkward chat with Oprah yesterday (stunningly liveblogged by the Grey Lady — just scroll down), during which he actually read aloud our favorite passage from his memoir, The Confession. The utter lack of emotion as he reads of "a boastful, passionate, whispering, masculine kind of love" is the kind of audio you want to listen to alone, in a darkened room, with nothing but tissue and lotion. It's is followed by a sheepish eyeroll, which is almost as priceless as the seven second pause he takes before telling Oprah that making love to his wife "was special." Good to choose those banal words carefully, though we'd guess his wife would disagree.

This is just a brief transition from one segment of a morning show to another, but the sheer confluence of themes near and dear to Gawker's heart practically made our heads explode. We hit the trifecta!

The glamorous life of our Team Party Crash reporters takes an occasional toll on their fragile psyches. For an example, look no further than this bonus outtake footage shot at "the busiest, coolest, slammingest bar in downtown Manhattan." Warning: This video is so vivid you will smell the stale beer and bad cologne.

Anyhow: Above, our personal favorite, which has us cackling (not surprising, given that we're still in our pajamas and refuse to work without stimulants). As for the pro-drug messages, they're being uploaded to MySpace. Those people deserve to OD.

APC Magazine presents a collection of goofs from Apple keynote presentations, featuring CEO and MC Steve Jobs. Nobody's perfect.

As our final Fashion Week farewell gift, enjoy this clip from Project Runway contesant Zulema Griffin's show. Thrill to models just drippin' with 'tude. Why, one even flips off a photographer! Such sass. Also included: Bored runway watchers slacking their jaws, checking their Blackberries, checking their watches, and apparently doing the crossword. Bonus drunk-o-vision clip of the pre-party here.

Pity pretty Campbell Brown: In another EXCLUSIVE, Radar reports that the perky hostess of Weekend Today was denied a shot at the Couric chair "on account of her youth, looks, and, especially, her lack of kids." Whether this revelation is a sneaky attempt to damage Brown's value as a possible host of CBS' Early Show or is merely one more tragic case of the beautiful being denied what's rightly theirs because of their looks, it provides us the opportunity to once again share this video, which we think makes the best case as to why she didn't get the gig.

Match the following Survivor: Cook Islands tribes to the corresponding statements made by one of their members on last night's premiere:

Oh, that Tom Suozzi. We tried to convince the aspiring Democratic nominee for governor to give us his famous rendition of "This Little Light of Mine," and while that didn't work out, he at least didn't mind acting goofy for the camera. Dude never had a chance — Eliot Spitzer predictably squashed him in yesterday's primary, 81% to 19% — but at least he's willing to go out smiling. And singing. Above, Suozzi serenades his concession-speech audience with "You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You." If only that love had come to the polls.

LonelyGirl15 has a name. The YouTube video blogger who acted in a fictional show about a homeschooled religious girl, her daily life, and her boy friend (and got on CNN in the process) was outed as a fake last week when bloggers traced messages and video blog posts back to a Beverly Hills talent agency. This weekend, the still-unnamed creators of the vlog saga posted a forum message admitting that the show was scripted.

Since a weekend houseguest made us feel guilty and shallow by brandishing a copy of Simon Callow's Hello Americans — the recently released second volume in Callow's three-tome bio-epic of Orson Welles — we can only respond by unearthing and replaying the above. It's a long-debauched Orson Welles drunkenly slurring his way through a few takes on the Paul Masson wine commercials from the 1970s. Though he does slur and his intonation is bizarre (particularly the initial "Mwwwaaaaaah" gasp of surprise and delight), Welles still gets his lines right, at least. Guy was a pro to the end.

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