I think Vanity Fair's spoof of the recent New Yorker cover is hilarious.
I happen to think it bears repeating about fifty times a day that velociraptor-faced millionaire Cindy McCain was addicted to narcotics that she stole FROM THE MEDICAL RELIEF CHARITY SHE MANAGED.
Salon has a nice write-up of the whole sordid episode here.
That's some classy shit, Cindy.
PS: Picking on her husband for his age is just too easy, so no points awarded there.