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Morning, folks!

The Smithsonian-“Hide/Seek” furor made Frank Rich’s column this week, with Rich reiterating the seminal role of cultural hemhorroid Bill Donahue in inciting a conservative outcry against a video component of the exhibit showing Jesus being eaten by Jewish ants or something.

TBD reports that conservatives are now turning their hot air guns on WaPo art critic Blake Gopnik, whom they consider complicit in the Smithsonian’s attempts to sick said ants on The Children. Meanwhile, comparatively few seem troubled by the ants gnawing on John McCain’s prefrontal cortex. I think we’re about two undigested walnuts in Bill O’Reilly’s colon away from seeing a reprint of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” that emphasizes The Grinch’s suspicious bachelorhood. ’Tis the season for culture wars!

Anyway, here’s what else:

At WaPo, the music writers caucus on what D.C. bands they wish would reunite. Malitz goes with Fugazi, which—according to an unsubstantiated rumor—turned out to be the password for about two dozen Gawker users. (The site got hacked over the weekend, and a bunch of staff and commenter passwords were exposed.) A cursory Google sweep failed to turn up any confirmation, but one Twitter user reports that on his iPhone, “Fugazi” autocorrects to “Gigaflops,” so there’s that.

In case you missed it here on Arts Desk, Warminsky gives an account of the Hot, the Far Out, and the Inane, in chart form.

Across the Pond, the Guardian crowdsources a roundup of songs about mistakes. If I knew any songs about eating a dozen apocryphal homemade cookies right before bed, having weird dreams, and waking up with ominous pangs in one’s gut, I would definitely submit it.

Have a better day!