Sometimes when I’m tired and my mind meanders into the weeds, into the scraggly irrelevancies that cling with weak and shallow roots to the flyblown edges of consciousness, I think of Matt Taibbi.
We all know Matt: the one-time pseudo-gonzo heir of Hunter Thompson who is now embarked on a predictable, tedious, common-as-muck journey to the Right. (While still parading around in savvy, edgy, “contrarian” drag, of course. From Whittaker Chambers to David Horowitz to Christopher Hitchens and beyond, it’s the same old tired shtick: “I didn’t leave the left; the left left me!”)
