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Friday, August 12, 2005 ( 10:43 PM ) Dear World, Matt Taibbi is my GOD. I love him. I must find him and marry him! I want to have his anarchist children. Just finished his book "Spanking the Donkey: Dispatches From The Dumb Season" illustrated by Minor God David Rees of "Get Your War On" genius fame. Matt Taibbi is something I cannot find the words to describe. I must, therefore, stalk him, corner him, and show him my devotion the best way I know how: with my go-go boots and tambourine, and of course ME. Me all over him. Do not be scared, Matt Taibbi, for I come in peace. I will drop acid with you and wear animal costumes with you and I will pretend to be a vapid right-wing talking head for your investigative reporting schemes any time you want, any place. I ask nothing in return but that you keep on doing whatever it is you do that makes your brain work the way it does. I love you. You are God. Even if there is no God. If there was one... well, I'll stop now. Dear World, please read: Four Amendments & a Funeral: A Month Inside the House of Horrors That is Congress and then go get his book. It is not only brilliant but very, very, very funny.
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