Media Watch dude John Schuster has this report:

In the Monday, Nov. 23, edition of the Arizona Daily Wildcat student newspaper, an editorial rips into the Zona Zoo and other fans for their unruly behavior during Oregon’s 44-41 double-overtime football victory at Arizona Stadium.

One of the names listed as being a member of the Wildcat opinions board, which writes the editorials, is Shain Bergan.

That’s presumably the same Shain Bergan who was cited for disorderly conduct at the ESPN College GameDay event on the UA mall Saturday morning (Nov. 21) just before 6 a.m.

“Another person was holding a sign, and Mr. Bergan took the sign and damaged it. As a result of that, he was charged with disorderly conduct, issued a criminal citation, cited and released,” said UA Police Department Sgt. Juan Alvarez.

Bergan recently wrote a column chastising a fraternity for failing to come clean about allegations that it stole copies of the Wildcat in an attempt to cover up an unflattering story.

An estimated 10,000 copies of the Arizona Daily Wildcat were stolen yesterday. Coincidentally enough, the paper had a Police Beat item about how a girl believed she had been slipped a "date rape" drug at a Phi Kappa Psi frat party.

The woman claimed that on arrival, a fraternity member she knew gave her a drink. Later, an unidentified man gave her another drink. The woman told police she had assumed both drinks contained vodka, as they were both colorless. The woman reported that at approximately 11:30 p.m., she had begun feeling “overly flirtatious.” The woman also claimed to have experienced a loss of both hearing and bladder control. The woman told officers that her friend had walked her back to her residence at the Arizona-Sonora Residence Hall at approximately 1 a.m. on Sept. 27, at which point she vomited. The woman’s friends later told her that between the hours of 11:30 p.m. on Sept. 26 and 1 a.m. on Sept. 27, she had made out with three different men at the party. The next day, the woman looked up GHB online and believed she had experience its symptoms.

We love this detail:

When contacted by phone, Kovalski said: "I would have no clue at all. I'm in no way involved, and neither is Phi Psi. I have no idea how my homework got out there."

I apologize if you're Russian, or if you love yoga and you feel I've insulted you by sharing the following pictures here and here.

"It's just nice to be around intelligent women with life experience."

"They are eager to please ..."

"... Think about it, if you're with an older individual, it's not bullshit."

And here, they say no one was harmed at a recent Cougar Convention?

I was furious on Sunday when the Arizona Daily Star reported that the Pima County Sheriff's Department was getting ready to station deputies at drive-through restaurants in an attempt to sniff out late-night drunk drivers. Check out the article for yourself.

The operation—named Operation Would U Like Fries, or Operation WULF for short—seemed ridiculous, and the name of it was so childish and goofy that it sort of insulted me. I mean, go ahead and bust me in a Los Betos drive through at 3 a.m., but please don't make me live in a world where cops are allowed to use smart-ass acronyms for programs that are about as close as I'm willing to get to the big brother brand of police action.

I thought about heading down to the next Board of Supervisors meeting to voice my concerns over all this, but the Star is reporting today that the article was in error, which is unfortunate, because the story was picked up by The Associated Press wire and distributed nationally before anyone was the wiser.

Apparently the idea was never more than just that, an idea, and the Star has done a good job of retelling the tale of this odd enforcement action here.

And to all you late-night drive through workers: Keep up the good work. I'll see you around 3 a.m. sometime this weekend.

Last night, I cringed when I watched David Letterman apologize for the now-overly analyzed and debated joke about Gov. Sarah Palin and her daughter—Bristol. Reaction to this mess reminds me of the human stupidity that led to Bill Maher being fired from ABC post-Sept. 11, or when Air America's Randi Rhodes was let go for calling Hillary Clinton a whore during the presidential campaign.

Letterman's apology, however, isn't as sad as the discussions claiming that this bullshit has helped us usher in a new feminism. Palin's attack is political opportunism and nothing more. To make it part of a true discussion on feminism just adds more to this stinky heap.

Well, isn't that fucked up? This morning, the California Supreme Court upheld Proposition 8. However, there was a silver lining to ruling: The 18,000 LBGT couples who married in California can stay married.

The court, in a 6-1 decision, said Californians have a right, through the ballot box, to change their Constitution—even at the expense of civil rights. According to the AP story, gay-rights activists immediately promised to resume their fight, saying they would go back to voters as early as next year in a bid to repeal Prop 8.

"It's not about whether we get to stay married. Our fight is far from over," said Jeannie Rizzo, 62, who was one of the lead plaintiffs along with her wife, Polly Cooper. "I have about 20 years left on this earth, and I'm going to continue to fight for equality every day."

At Weekly World Central, the prevailing opinion seems to be that within a few years, a majority of California voters will wind up recognizing the rights of LGBT couples to marry, therefore overturning Prop 8.

Folks, don't forget the Day of Decision rally tonight, 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. at Catalina Park, 309 E. First St. Obviously, this is partly a celebration of the Tucson citizens who married in California, but it is also an opportunity to rally the troops for the work that needs to be done, both there and in Arizona.

In a bad economy, everyone needs more creative advertising, even the good folks at NASA who just wrapped up their You Control the Hubble Contest. With national moods waxing on personal survival, and waning on space high jinks, NASA knows it must woo the Public for more moolah. (The following transcript may have been supplied through the Freedom of Information Act, or it may have been simply made up.)

Ring-ring. Ring-ring.

"Thank you for calling Wienerschnitzel on Broadway. This is Jimmy, can I interest you in a foot long?"

"Hello, there! This is Captain Hildebrand with NASA. I'm calling to inform you, Jimmy, that you have just been selected winner of our You Control the Hubble Contest!"

"I'm sorry sir, that was one wiener?"

"No, winner! You are the winner of our Hubble Contest, Jimmy. You have the opportunity other civilians can only read about in laughably dumbed down science magazines. You, Jimmy, can tell us—all of us at NASA, or 'naysay' as we call it down here, I guess I can divulge that—you can tell us where to point the Hubble Space Telescope!"

"That's a Coke? Did you say a large Coke?"

"No, Jimmy—well, OK, I'll take one medium Diet Coke. What I'm trying to say is that you won our contest. We picked a random phone number from a comically outsized astronaut helmet here in Cape Canaveral—where it's really muggy by the way—and yours is the winning number! Jimmy, your vision and your vision alone will control the world's most powerful

The Citizen debacle just got loonier, with the news that state Attorney General Terry Goddard is seeking a court order to keep the paper publishing. A jilted prospective buyer thinks Gannett is acting inappropriately by turning down his offer and choosing to (mostly) shutter the paper instead. So he asked Goddard to intervene ... and by God, he did.

What happens next is up to a judge.

So ... go to the Citizen's Web site where you can read a surreal mixture of their fine farewell content and ongoing coverage of their will-we-close-or-won't-we saga.

And to those of you who work for the Citizen: God bless you, you poor souls!