The smearing of Scott McClellan continues!

Gay escort turned White House lapdog Jeff Gannon caused a sensation yesterday when he wrote that he “knew” McClellan better than anyone on the right wing end.

The comment, of course, had people wondering if Gannon and his party peers were gearing up to paint the former Press Secretary pink.

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Former reporter and sometime male escort Jeff Gannon is back. He has a new self-published book, The Great Media War: A Battlefield Report.

One reason Gannon had the opportunity to "maintain control over the product" is that the book doesn't dish much dirt on his escorting days or his relationship with the Bush White House. Mostly, he talks a lot of smack:

• On Helen Thomas: “She’s little more than a heckler.”
• On David Gregory: “He’s a show-boater.”
• On Dana Milbank: “Why does anyone take him seriously?"

Apparently Gannon began working on the book five years ago, demonstrating an incredible foresight that two years after naked pictures were found of him online, he would be irrelevant.

• Did Vicky's fire Gisele Bundchen because of her hefty paycheck? Or because she was Bitchy McDiva?

• See Kate Moss like you've never seen her before.

• Escort-turned-journalist Jeff Gannon gets inspired by McG, becomes event coordinator for the International Bible Reading Association.

• Ron Burkle sues Anne Hathaway's boyfriend for more money than you could possibly imagine. Or, in Burkle's words, "enough to buy a low-grade mansion."

• Stephen Colbert gives Rep. Tom Davis a much-needed lesson on "doobies."

• Bravo searches for Tim Gunn's sidekick. The ideal candidate will be a fashionably dressed fag hag who knows how to "make it work."

· The NYDN, home to the very Lowdown column that banned Paris Hilton's name from its inches, has a breakdown of the socialite-cum-businesswoman's skill at flipping on the smarts with convenient headings: Serious, Ditsy and Seriously Ditsy.

· Jeff Gannon/James Guckert just doesn't understand why he wasn't invited to tomorrow's White House Correspondents Dinner. We'll laugh when we see FishbowlDC's Garrett Graff yucking it up.

· NYT migraine Jayson Blair scores a first-person column in bp, a magazine for bi-polar disorder. Though we're still holding out for his debut in , which surely has a holdover article from its "third" issue.

· relays ' publicist's statement of her current not-with- locale: "Her PR rep insisted yesterday that she's just going on a "one-on-one" vacation with her mom, Kathleen." Oh good, it's not as if there's photos to the contrary or anything.

· , high off the success of his No. 1 album, has finally tasted the perfect pot brownies. He was dining on them at NA after his sold-out Irving Plaza show, so expect the nightclub's rep to deny any such "allegations."

· has grown nervous over the attention paid to her legs, so now she's putting plotted plants in the camera's way. She is a serious journalist, ladies and gentlemen; don't let her giggles fool you.

· 's chart-scared album Rebirth is being reborn, thanks to the help of former manager of The Firm. Not sure where he fell on the list of ex-managers she turned to.

· Former staffer revealed to friends her old boss is the "cantankerous old fool" viewers always assumed he was.

· The Pentagon flipped its policy on revealing photos of coffins of war dead, distributing American flag-draped caskets - but with few location or time credits.

In the continuing riddle bubblewrapped in paradox and shoved up our asses that is the Jeff Gannon/James Guckert tale, we're forced to examine whether the faux reporter-male escort is actually the Iowa paperboy named Johnny Gosch abducted in 1982.

Apparently Gannon's actions (you know, like, lying to get his way into the White House) is entirely in line with what someone who was abducted into a child porn ring would do, though we're fairly confident behavior representing repressed anger and a desire to beat those motherfuckers to death is also expected. But hey, we're not doctors. We're not even journalists!

Apparently the "blogosphere" has been on top of this for awhile, but like Liz Smith and Tina Brown, we don't even know what that word means or refers to.