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On Saturday morning, David Dewees killed himself. On October 1, two days before, Toronto Police had charged the Jarvis Collegiate teacher with two counts of invitation to sexual touching and two counts of luring. The police allege that "between July 2008 and July 2009, [Dewees] befriended two boys while working at the Ontario Pioneer Camp in Port Sydney, Ontario," and that "he had inappropriate contact with them over the Internet." (The photo at right, and those charges, are from the police press release.) As is often the case, the accusation made the news, including the Star, which misreported that Dewees was charged with sexual assault of the two boys.

Good fences make good neighbours; Rosie DiManno, not so much.

Today is a dark day: the fake Rosie DiManno Twitter account (@RosieDiManno) is no more. Star cohort Antonia Zerbisias figured out its lack of verisimilitude a while ago, though those who didn't would be forgiven; DiManno, after all, is pretty much always verging on unintended self-parody anyway. Still, the Star's worst writer seemingly wasn't the reason that the joke died over the weekend—her bosses were. The Star's Marissa Nelson, the senior editor of digital news, publically called out the account as fake on Friday, calling it "fake / squatter" and asking the Twitter gods to "plz remove immediately."

For a week now, someone's been pretending to be Rosie DiManno on Twitter. With tweets like "i'm having a other joss stone moment. What streak should I put in my luscious mane next? coitus interruptus male member pink?"; her latest, "is looking to hire an intern to help consolidate the venom drenched hate mail her columns keep receiving"; and our favourite, "@petermansbridge next time try not to cut such a wide swath with your penis" (cf. this, and note that Mansbridge's Twitter account was also fake), it was always pretty obvious that twitter.com/RosieDiManno was not, in fact, Rosie DiManno. But last night Star co-worker and legitimately excellent writer Antonia Zerbisias stepped in to confirm the account's fakery. Still, we had no idea: DiManno and Zerbisias are actually friends? This truly is opposite world.

The Toronto Star's RSS feed, pictured above, displays only excerpts of the articles it links to—one sentence, maybe two, no author, and a headline. But every so often, it's remarkably easy to tell who wrote which article. Can you guess, for instance, which of the stories from this morning's paper was written by Rosie DiManno? Would it help if we told you that the full-length article (in which, big hint, the word death is italicized), there is an entire paragraph handed over to this sentence: "He cut a wide swath with his penis"?

The Star's Rosie DiManno has been covering the first of what will be many trials related to Jane Creba's sad death, and we've been dutifully avoiding reading her coverage so as to preserve our sanity. But DiManno, who usually only breaks laws of good taste and good writing, may have gone against the spirit if not the letter of the...uh, actual law, in yesterday's column. DiManno, writing about one witness—one of the co-accused who will likely be tried later—said that "Because he was only 17 at the time of the Yonge St. shootout, purportedly between two groups of males, the witness can't be identified. Even the sweet-sticky street name by which he was more familiarly known is covered by a publication ban." Tricky! Publication bans under the federal Youth Criminal Justice Act, the Ministry of the Attorney General's website notes, are there to prevent "the name of the young person or any other information that could or would identify the young person as having been dealt with under the Act" from being published—"sweet-sticky street name"s, you'd think, included.

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day (or so), poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. It's about time someone took out the trash.

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day (or so), poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. It's about time someone took out the trash. The Oxford English Dictionary defines "busy" as "occupied with constant attention; actively engaged; doing something that engrosses the attention." We've been that recently, too engrossed with things like the ROM bomb scare to think too much...

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day, poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. Torontoist, for one, can't take it anymore: it's time to take out the trash. The Evidence DiManno Watch needed a bit of a breather for the past week, and, really, we have no one other than DiManno to thank for that. Sure, she's subtly insulted immigrants...

Torontoist has always kept an eye on The Star. Now, it seems, they're keeping an eye on us. Several weeks ago, David Topping launched DiManno Watch, a new column where articles by loudmouth Star columnist Rosie DiManno are rated on a scale of one to six disembodied DiManno heads. Our dislike of Rosie's writing is not a new thing: we've been DiManno critics for ages. In last Tuesday's news roundup, we followed up on...

Last week, we reported on a confrontation at College and McCaul Streets where a cyclist stabbed a motorist in the neck and face with a screwdriver. Police have arrested Yonan Inwia for assault, but give no further details. It's stories like this that need Rosie DiManno: "Yonan Inwia fell roughly to the ground, his hands reaching out in a Christ-like fashion to break the heavy fall. Little did Yonan know, today he would be the messiah of cyclist rage, wielding the cuspidated tool of justice."

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day, poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. Torontoist, for one, can't take it anymore. The Evidence We really really didn't want to post two DiManno columns in one week. (Really.) But today, DiManno dropped her most recent column, "Finally, the blowhard's behind bars," about the Richard Wills case––yes, another one––and, well, the ending...

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day, poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. Torontoist, for one, can't take it anymore. The Evidence From today's "'Not even close' to fair trial: Wills," another story where DiManno gets to stretch her oh-so-weak writing muscles about Richard Wills:One hundred and sixty-nine days, since jury selection began in the first-degree murder trial of...

Rosie DiManno sucks. Every day, poor Toronto Star readers are subjected to another over-the-top, awkwardly-written, occasionally-insulting column about the day's top depressing story from the purple-streaked purveyor of pulp. Some simply can't take it: according to a friend of Torontoist's who worked customer service for the paper, DiManno is the leading editorial cause of subscription cancellations. So, from this point on, Torontoist is featuring the very very worst of Rosie DiManno. No longer shall...

Would road tolls on the Gardiner and DVP discourage car use and help prevent climate change? How about banning leaf blowers and gas mowers? Toronto City Council discusses the city's long term environmental plan.

A 69-year-old Newmarket man scaled Mount Everest, making him the oldest Canadian to conquer the peak. Makes you feel kind of guilty for wheezing at the top of the staircase, eh?

St. Louis beat Detroit last night for a 2-1 game lead in the World Series, but nobody was watching it (only 12.8 million).

Torontoist usually ignores the knee jerk ravings of Rosie DiManno but felt that today's column on the city's decision to further explore the idea of a safe injection site crossed several lines and was just plain asinine.