QUID HAS HEARD that the fury in Hell is but a breezy day compared to the mighty wind from the Aurora Police Department blowing up against Channel 7 News.

Seems TV news types and the local boys and girls in blue got sideways a few weeks ago over Channel 7 coverage of a story about a cop gone bad. Worse, apparently, were the facts of the case as presented by teevee hacks. At one point, a reporter was adamant about getting a quote from a sergeant, who was adamant about not giving one. First there was TV ambush, then there was fury, and now, revenge. The cops have taken to their Facebook page to air their grievances, while Channel 7 has told viewers the cops are giving them the silent treatment. Since Hillary Clinton has her hands full in the Middle East, Quid respectfully offers up services as an expert mediator with this advice: Drink beer. Everyone say they’re sorry. Three fluff stories, an exclusive feature, four Hail Mary’s and it’s all good until next time.

AND QUID HAS HEARD that the notion of karma garnered mile-high credibility last week at the Colorado Capitol. To review, the very former state House Speaker Frank McNulty, a conservative darling among his peers, politically defecated earlier this year all over fellow Republicans, Democrats, Colorado’s gay community and a huge majority of state residents. Twice. The state was poised in May to enact a civil unions bill allowing Colorado gay and lesbian residents some rights in exchange for keeping gay marriage out of the mix for now. The Dems approved. The guv approved. The gays approved. A majority of Republicans approved. The people approved. McNulty did not. He used his power as House Speaker to kill the bill, angering everybody except his dwindling fan club of homophobes. The guv was so angry he called lawmakers into special session, and McNulty stuck his digits in the eyes of everyone one more time. Voters, however, stuck it to Republicans earlier this month, giving Democrats control of the House, the Senate and the governor’s office and McNulty’s lunch, which they ate. And just who took over the job of angry House Squeaker McNulty? None other than Colorado’s first openly gay Speaker of the House, Mark Ferrandino. Consider the measure passed.

AND QUID HAS HEARD that the danger of mass Romnesia was worse than everyone thought. Seems that no sooner had news gotten out last week that the Hostess Company would throw in the creme filling trowel, that much of America realized that they have long loved the company’s variety of marginal snacks. Let Quid step in here and slap everyone back into consciousness. Some serious union whipping has got everyone remembering wrong. First off, there never was the day of the pleasant smell of fresh-baked bread wafting from the Hostess central Denver factory. The plant, when it was the Wonder Bread capital of the West, smelled awful. It’s a yeast thing. More importantly, while gummy, flavorless, white bread and sweet, texture-less treats might appeal to stoners, toddlers and serious junkies, for the most part, their stuff was nasty. The bar for mass-produced food for humans became too high for Hostess to reach long before union antics did or did not finally do the deed to this dying company. Shake-A-Puddin’, Tang and Incredible Edibles. Bleh. Move on, America.

AND THAT’S ALL THE NEWS THAT FITS.