So today, Rupert Murdoch and his whiny little shit of a son sat trial in the Parliament to explain why it was totally okay for them to hack into the cell phones and voice mail messages of murdered teenagers and 9/11 victims (“Transparency is the point of the media! You know, as long as you’re not asking us to be transparent.”) when Jonathan May-Bowles jumped out and smacked Mr. Burns in the face with a shaving cream pie. Oh, and then Rupert’s gold digging wife Wendi Deng got into it and smacked Jonathan in the mouth, so now everyone’s calling her a bad-ass despite the fact that (A) she just defended a man who thought it was totally okay to hack the victims of one of the most devastating attacks on American soil, and (B) I’m pretty sure punching bitches in the face is the second thing you learned in Whore School, just after how to put Hugh Hefner‘s chode between your tits and call him daddy without crying, which pretty much makes her the old, Asian version of Megan Hauserman.