"Hey, what's that little grease stain at the bottom of that smoking crater?"
"Oh that? That used to be some douche bag that wrote for the Wall Street Journal - he called Hank Paulson a national hero the other day, turns out he used to work for Paulson on Wall Street."
"So what happened? Tactical nuke? Self-Immolation? Did God smite him or something?
"Nah, he pissed off Matt Taibbi"
If one looks around for a worthy successor to Hunter S. Thompson in the journalistic world today, one must seriously consider Matt Taibbi. While he probably doesn't party like Hunter - who does anymore? - he certainly has studied in the same temple of literary kung-fu as the master. Witness if you will how one slaughters the metaphorical troops, burns the conceptual villages and salts the rhetorical earth of the enemy by lacing up the steel-toed, hob-nailed +eleventy Boots of Ass-Kicking.
"Where else would you go when you have an ax to grind?"
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Go read it now Part II - Die Harder
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