Media trend alert: New York City’s destitute are gross and ruining our fun with their general existence and bad odor. The New York Post has been humping this story in spectacular fashion this week, sticking 16 reporters on one homeless man who pissed in the street like they found JonBenét’s killer. But in their latest issue, New York decided to get in on the hating, too.

Why has the New York Post marshaled at least 16 reporters to bedevil a single homeless man named John Tucker? According to a current Post employee, the person directing the paper’s unbelievably vicious coverage is none other than alleged pig-fucker, proven sink-pisser, and sitting editor-in-chief Col Allan, who is apparently motivated by the fact that Tucker lives in his own neighborhood, the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

A decent way of evaluating a newspaper’s priorities is simply glancing at its front page, where editors typically place the stories they deem most important or newsworthy. Judging from the Saturday and Sunday editions of the New York Post, the most important and newsworthy event in New York City is the existence, and micturition schedule, of a 49-year-old homeless man named John Tucker.