Better late than never: Yesterday, the editors of the Houston Chronicle's opinion page expressed regret at endorsing Ted Cruz last fall, writing that Cruz “has been part of the problem in specific situations where [his predecessor, Kay Bailey] Hutchison would have been part of the solution.”

Sarah Tressler, the Piven-schtupping stripper caught living a shameful secret life as a society reporter, broke her silence on Good Morning America today. She says employer The Houston Chronicle fired her for "not disclosing" her secret sidejob as an "Angry Stripper" with an anonymous blog. (The Chronicle won't comment on what happened.) She doesn't seem too upset, though.

Texan stripper Sarah Tressler has been shamed into silence by the shocking revelation that, by day, she is a journalist. She is a society reporter for The Houston Chronicle.

The Houston Chronicle talked to a cartel trafficker this weekend, "in an interview arranged by intermediaries on the condition neither his name nor the location of his Texas visit be published." Anonymous Trafficker has either witnessed the most sadistic crimes imaginable, or is totally fucking with us:

Douglas Britt (pictured) is the "Society/ visual arts writer" at the Houston Chronicle. And he's extremely busy! So he sent out the following 15-point email to "every gallerist/cultural group in Houston," our tipster says. Print out a copy, and memorize!

We heard a downright bizarre unconfirmed rumor that Hearst's flailing newspaper division is considering merging the Houston Chronicle and the San Antonio Express-News into one operation. Bizarre, we say, for two reasons:

Sandi Powledge may have been—ok, definitely was— "the furthest thing from glamour" when she met Anna Nicole Smith in 1991. But, according to the Houston Chronicle, that didn't stop the pair from embarking on a "tumultous love affair" that began in Texas, endured through Anna's rise to Playmate of the Year, and was finally ended by Anna's drinking and her inability to stay monogamous. "She was just hungry for love, hungry for approval—just like a bucket with a hole in the bottom," Powledge says. Oh, Anna! If only things had gone another way. But alas, Sandi Powledge just couldn't fill your hole.