I think this whole Gibson story is absolutely, violently, painfully, woefully unnewsworthy. It's tabloid gossip being reported as news. Not that that's a new thing, but still. I go out of town for four days and all this crap starts falling apart; it's like I can't even leave you people alone for a few days without everything coming unglued. The one and only funny thing — the best thing, in fact — to come out of this is the mix and match guide to degrading women just like Mad Max himself: I called my boss "Caramel Nipples" and got a promotion. Thanks, Mel Gibson!
In all seriousness, The Sis pretty much knocks it out of the park when it comes to grounding this sensationalist gossip reporting in the context of world war and strife.