I thought Steven Curtis Chapman could rest on his laurels after "All About Love" soared the height of Christian sappiness, but he has truly slathered the saccharine in his ungrammatically titled latest, “Good Bye. Mr. President.”

He says the song is apolitical: “Whether you voted for him & love him, or you’ve disagreed with all his policies and dislike him... Could we all agree on this? We owe President Bush a sincere thank you.”

This is the first “It’s not that simple” this song provokes. If approval polls are any indication, quite a lot of people voted for him and loved him and now disagree with all his policies and dislike him. And the song is not apolitical. At all.

Next on the list of catch all job-descriptions that sound fancy but do next to nothing is the stylist. There are the fashion stylists, who can tell you what not to wear just as easily as the hobo on the bus, albeit with more sarcasm. Then there’s food stylists, whose most brain-wrenching task is figuring out how to make the milk look more “milky” (hint: it’s chalk), or even the personal stylist who will do all of your shopping for you.

Now enter the music stylist. Yes, that’s right ... music, because clearly people are too lazy busy with their fast-paced lives to actually listen to music to see if they like it.

Their job description originally created by businesses and restaurants looking for that just-so ambiance, music stylists are now being hired by the rich folk. They’ll come into your home, look at your décor, photos, and sometimes current taste in music to determine what music would fit your mood and lifestyle.

We have tended on this blog to be oustpokenly critical of Christianist organizations that engage in strident scaremongering about gay marriage (and of course, churches that are so worried about Katy Perry they have to have their public say). The truth is, it's far more complicated on both a scientific and a civic level than most conservative evangelicals accept. And, the argument usually goes, the church has so little credibility on homosexuality that it seems best if it stopped wasting social capital on gay marriage bans and high-minded glorifications of single-issue voting. Hysteria is a dead weight on any serious political cause, and the exhibition of it in the Christian political community (note: not synonymous with "the church") has long been a textbook case on the fastest way to lose a culture war.

But in the interest of balance, it seems only fair to deal with the hysteria on the other side of the issue, specifically, on the other side of Proposition 8, the initiative that banned gay marriage in California on November 4th. The Los Angeles Times reported yesterday that "liberal Hollywood" (their term) is wondering if there should be "boycotts, blacklists, firings or de facto shunning of those who supported Proposition 8." Hardly shocking; Christians have always kind of assumed that Hollywood's atmosphere was exactly like that. But working in tandem with Hollywood are gay-rights activists who "continue to comb donor lists and employ the Internet to expose those who donated money to support the ban." Here's who they're after so far:

We've been hearing for a while about the Metropolitan Transit Authority's looming budget shortfall, which the Times reported today will be $1.2 billion by next year. MTA chief executive Elliot Sander said that the system would likely face "draconian" cuts in service, as well as a major fare increase in order to close the deficit.

The Times' City Room is now reporting that the MTA will increase rates a staggering 23 percent by next June, as well as hack a number of lines and close stations across New York. The gloomy forecast after the jump.

With a bed on stage, a Texas megachurch pastor launched a weeklong “sexperiment” on Sunday, encouraging his married members to have sex for seven straight days and keep a journal of their experience. “We're going to talk about the joy of sex because those of us who are in the church, we're really the sexperts…” said Ed Young.

The rumors are true. Blue Like Jazz….the MOVIE! And Miller fans are meeting it with excitement and hesitant optimism. Here’s the breakdown…

Yes, Scanner readers, we are well aware of your opinions on Gossip Girl. We are also aware that you think I (David) am a girly man for watching it, and that we (David/Alisa/et al) only exhibit our shallow minds and unevolved tastes by writing about it. Thus, we have not written about it in a good while.

But alas, we are still recovering from a stressful, frenetic political season. And what better way to get back to normal than by vicariously living the extravagant lives of our imaginary New York neighbors? Particularly the most absurd, unrealistic, laughable, comical episode in its history? And even more to the point, how can you not love a show that leads to conversations (if we may insult the term) like this?

(We're still not sure what possessed us to share this. Really, we have no idea. The whole sad shebang after the jump.)

Yes, yes, I know. Two Daily Crazy posts in one day ... it's too much to be endured. But you wouldn't have wanted to wait until tomorrow to hear this.

As we all know, Jesus came back last Tuesday. But what perhaps we didn’t know was that Barack Obama—he of the pretentious website and the “Office of the President Elect”—is also to become the Holy Father of the United States. Allow me to explain.

Today, the Washington Post blog “On Faith” has a fantastically absurd post that holds up Obama as the leader of a new “spiritual moment” in America. Our nation is apparently ravenous for vague, non-religious spiritualism, and Obama won by “modeling the qualities of a spiritual leader.” Until this very year, the big spiritual question regarded the tension between faith and science, a debate that “spilled over into politics, making for a little progress and a lot of division.” But now, all of that is irrelevant; this year, because Americans have decided to get over all that and move toward a non-divisive spiritualism, they need a president who will “channel the spiritual surge toward action.”

From today's "are you serious" files: The city of Batman in Southeast Turkey is suing Warner Brothers for not seeking permission to use the Batman name. “There is only one Batman in this world,” said town major (mayor) Huseyin Kalkan. "Without telling us, the U.S makers of the films have taken the name of our region."

To be fair, the town was founded in 1937, two years before the cartoon character debuted in Detective Comics #27 and six years before it he debuted on film. And Kalkan promises to use the money to feed the community. But the case could never hold up in court. Two people, organization, or entities sharing the same name is as much grounds for a lawsuit as me suing all other younger Jonathon M. Seidls for name infringement. And think about it this, do all the Springfields in the U.S. get to sue FOX and The Simpsons? Or do all the Springfields get to sue one another? Or maybe Hell, Michigan should sue the Devil. Or what about Garfield, New Jersey, Archie, Missouri, or Henry, Illinois?

The best thing about the end of this election is that it just keeps going on and on and on and on! A sampling of doomsday Facebook status updates mourning the end of freedom, America and the world after the jump.

Maybe it was the fact that Fall Vogue was heavier than the dumbbells I lift at the gym. Or maybe it was the fact that as I eagerly turned the pages of the latest ­Elle, I was struck by page after page of weirdly interesting but extremely high priced “bargain” fashion.

Oh, wait, I’m sorry, I missed the memo where $500 for a skimpy clubbing top is a deal.