Hoo, boy, I didn't read Matt Taibbi's latest from yesterday until just now. "Can you imagine what a craven, bumlicking ass-goblin you'd have to be to get a job working for the Wall Street Journal, not mention up front that you used to be a Goldman, Sachs managing director, and then write a lengthy article calling your former boss a "national hero" – in the middle of a sweeping financial crisis, one in which half the world is in a panic and the unemployment rate just hit a 25-year high?" OH IT GOES ON. And quite rightly!
Matt is dreamy.
Swooon . . .
And with all that angry ragey energy he probably needs some kind of physical outlet...
Choire, WHY DO YOU HATE AMERICA???//?
I love him.
I immediately tried to "friend" him, follow him on Twitter, Digg him and whatever else the kids today are doing.
I fully expect to be arrested as a cougar stalker.
Taibbi's endless sourness and scorching negativity used to rankle. But the times have changed, and outrage, it seems, is the proper response to these times.
So -- rage on, Matt Taibbi.
Ah, Taibbi's endless sourness and scorching negativity -- just like Mom used to make.
Only with more swear words. My mom wouldn't drop the f-bomb if she were falling off a cliff.
Matt writes like his dad looks; wrecked on benzedrine. I love it.
Noun Verbs like Noun's Noun Verbs:";" JOKE. So underrated. So awesome.
You know it's like the unedited diatribe is always a bit more fun.
I can't decide if Matt Taibi is a bad writer or a chihuahua on methamphetamine.
While the latter is less probable it would account for the yapping tone of "craven, bumlicking ass-goblin".
Bad writer or tiny yapping dog, he makes a pretty good point.
"Ass-goblin." Heh heh.
What point exactly is that?
Was I supposed to be surprised that the Wall Street Journal has a fox in the henhouse? I'm not sure what benefit a foul mouthed chicken little like Taibbi brings when speaking truth to power.