Haiti still dominates the front pages. As do slightly racy-looking images of President Obama stumping for Martha Coakley in Massachusetts. Either Obama is consistently about to make out with her, or picture editors find it amusing to imply it.
The two biggest stories of the week — the Haiti earthquake and Google's battle with China — are both developed by all the papers. Except, of course, the New York Post.
Now journalists have their feet on the ground in Haiti we get heartbreaking coverage. It's the photographers who really shine on today's front pages, with some incredible images of dust, destruction and death.
The Haiti earthquake dominates the front pages — it's too chaotic to say precisely how many were killed or injured, but it's not looking good. The Post, meanwhile, splashes on a bad op-ed about Obama. What else would they do?
Because we grew up reading newspapers, we take a look at what they print each day. Today: Florida is cold. Bankers are rich, want to be richer, Rupert Murdoch's television division continues to be the top story for Murdoch's tabloid.
Because we grew up reading newspapers, we take a look at what they print each day. Today: Mudoch-owned paper goes big with a report that Conan O'Brien is going to a Murdoch-owned network, and Goldman Sachs breaks out tiny violins.
The New York Post has a late contender for dumbest story of the year — they really squeaked it under the wire, but it really is bad. And the middle-east dominates the rest.
The broadsheets all go with the news that the family of a Mexican special forces hero, killed battling a drug cartel, were gunned down hours after his funeral. But in cheerier news, one story does feature the words "Christmas miracle."
The 85-year-old will serve between one and three years on the Astor case, report the Daily News and New York Times. Elsewhere there's holiday travel news. And, of course, Brittany Murphy's past gets dredged up.
The tabloids share a headline on the story of Brittany Murphy's death. The broadsheets either didn't think it merited much front page space, or the news broke too late for them. They covered the snow though! And the mafia!
Is how some of the papers dramatize the doubtless grinding negotiations in Copenhagen. Also: the New York Post think the Upper West Side is "trendy", there's a new villain in healthcare reform and a drug cartel boss was killed.
It's (another) bad day to be Tiger — this time because the AP voted him athlete of the decade and everyone has new jokes about his 'athleticism'. But it's a good day to be an insurgent fighting US predator drones!
The number is a rough estimate — the story today is that his wife has moved out. Also: there may be casinos in New York soon, the LA Times still loves drugs and young people these days are square dancing.
The story that a blend of incompetence, corruption, stupidity and blind ideology have killed meaningful healthcare reform dominates. And Tiger Woods' woes increase: his doctor is investigated over doping allegations.
The story that Accenture has abandoned its lead pitch-man dominates the tabloids, and also appears in the New Yorker. Perhaps Tiger will now empathize with all the other recession stories in the papers today.
Goldman Sachs' decision to curb bonuses, and President Obama's Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech, are just two of the optimistic stories in today's optimistic papers.
Yesterday it was news that the public option had died in the Senate healthcare bill. Today it's news that Senators think it's a good thing. Oh well. It was a nice idea. Back to poverty and sickness everyone!
The public option is dead — even though some papers report the weasel words senators are using to hide this fact. And the Washington Post has the most hypocritical front page in recent memory.
A Chicagoan is named as one of the people behind the 2008 Mumbai terrorist attacks, and the late-breaking Tiger Woods story means the tabloids are behind.
World leaders are meeting in Copenhagen to try and curb global warming. The tabloids are doubtless checking to see if Tiger Woods has a mistress there — because he apparently has them everywhere else.