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Devastating. That's the only word that pops to mind.

Who really cares about such trivial matters like Judge Sonia Sotomayor's ongoing drama with conservative douche bags, or global warming, or the contents of MJ's will, or Madonna's re-launched Sticky & Sweet Tour. (Ok, that one I do care about, hello.)

Our favorite faggy-n-flightless marine bird couple Harry and Pepper are kaput!

According to the San Francisco Examiner, something was not quite right with the boys for some time. Moreover, it looks like one of the foul fowl threw his partner over for a "het chick" - and one named Linda of all things! "One day, Harry and Linda approached Pepper's pen and confronted Pepper. Harry began attacking Pepper violently and the three ultimately had to be separated." (It actually sounds like a juicy porn scenario.)

We won't pass judgment... but these queens might.

Being a long-suffering victim of outrage fatigue, I try not to pay attention to Pat Robertson. Why go through the aggravation? I mean, here is a man who's trotted out enough wingnut lunacy to drown the poor baby Jesus in verbal excrement every six seconds, twice, for all eternity. I say, go sell crazy somewhere else, old beady-eyes, we're all full up here.

In any case, it's a good thing there are artists in this world who can make something beautiful out of any old piece of junk you find on the street, and button-cute duo Garfunkel & Oates have done just that. Riffing off of a recent quote from Robertson, in which he worries that a hate crimes bill might protect folks who like to “have sex with ducks" the twee twosome humourously pine, in song, for the day when they can get down in a fowl way. And it's catchy! As a bonus, if enough people take the time to laugh at Pat Robertson, America will be that much closer to seeing him and his ilk for what they really are: a joke.

See and hear for yourself after the jump.