There is nothing more amusing on a Wednesday morning than to read some of the New York Observer's voluminous, fawning Occupy Wall Street coverage, and then immediately afterwards read the paper's invariably horrific in-house editorial of the week, which is dictated from on high by the paper's owner, millionaire real estate scion and Trump son-in-law Jared Kushner, whose silver spoon gives him divine guidance on the issues of the day.

The most amusing things of all about the New York Observer are its comically repellent house editorials, which are dictated from on high by owner and Donald Trump family member Jared Kushner and are always, always hilariously right-wing in a way that stands out from the rest of the paper's content like a Trump in Zucotti Park.

In your wispy Wednesday media column: Jared Kushner's latest scheme, Michele Norris's replacement, the gradual death of print continues, Harper's Bazaar revamps, and Chris Matthews make a funny.

In your mordant Friday media column: Judith Miller critiques someone else's journalism, the Occupy Wall Street Journal is coming, the NYO begs for a raise, Slate redesigns, and Jill Abramson wants questions from you.

In your era-ending Wednesday media column: Jim Romenesko is semi-retiring, cartooning for The New Yorker is hard, the NYO broadsheet is here, a weather lady is scared of earthquakes, and newspapers have grown.

In your ferocious Friday media column: The Onion won't be free online forever, the Brits call for Piers Morgan, celebrity magazine circulation plummets, WaPo Co. revenue drops, and the New York Observer's back to broadsheet, baby.

Oh look, another opportunity for media people to do what they love best: Talk about themselves and start shit on Twitter, this time in the context of the New York Observer's "New York Media Power Couples" list.

Today we remarked upon how hilariously awful the New York Observer's op-eds really are. They're pretty awful! What future awfulness awaits us? Some commenters speculated.

I don't know if anybody out there reads the editorials of the New York Observer—I never do, and I actually read the New York Observer—but, FYI, they are hilariously bad! A sample from the past few months:

In your finally Friday media column: America's love affair with political media knows no bounds, Twitter will get reporters fired, Katie Couric leaning towards ABC, Elizabeth Spiers has eyes everywhere, and Kurt Andersen's, um, indie bistro of words.

In your awful Wednesday media column: a war journalist is killed, another social media news thing exists, a new culture editor at the NYO, Mets writing is unbearable, and a blog anniversary.

Pouty fathead Donald Trump is a tailor-made character for the New York Observer, which purports to monitor Manhattan's smug oligarchy with a gimlet-eyed detachment. And his semi-coherent presidential grumblings, which count as news just about everywhere else, make ideal grist for the Observer's mill. Too bad he's the owner's father-in-law.

Shelley Ross is a former executive producer at Good Morning America and the CBS Early Show. She's most famous for being disliked by her employees, and then having said employees snitch to the media about how much they hated her.

Surprise: Gawker's founding editor Elizabeth Spiers has just been named editor of the (somewhat floundering) New York Observer, replacing Kyle Pope, who's apparently been canned after 15 months on the job. Know more? Email me. [NYO]

In your salacious Thursday media column: Olivier Zahm is a sexual prophet, the massive corporate media monsters flourish, ladies leave the New York Observer, and "The Way We Live Now" belongs to us!

On last night's episode we saw the terrible lemur's return of one Jennifree Q. Humphrey, Brooklyn's most hated daughter, the Sephora eyeliner department's most loyal customer, and our favorite character. And by "favorite" we mean "make her go away."

Lyss Stern is a "mommy blogger" and founder of mom-centric events company Divalysscious Moms. With those journalistic credentials, you may be shocked to learn she's accused of trying to trade a "puff piece" for $45,000 in dental work.

In your gusty Friday media column: a new fashion magazine, undermining at the Chicago Tribune, gay anchors invade the airwaves, the NYO hires a media reporter, and Gannett's money isn't as long as it looks.

In your finally Friday media colum: the Katie Couric rumor mill churns, the NYO's departures demographically analyzed, The Printed Blog returns, Newsweek prepares to move, and our price list revealed.

Remember that tornado in Brooklyn two weeks ago? It caused a good amount of damage to the borough's trees and power lines, but there was an even greater casualty: the Gowanus Canal. Here's post-tornado video of Brooklyn's biggest toilet, overflowing.