My deep dark secret.
All right, I'm a sucker for orange cats.

Mad lovin' on Matt Taibbi.

Okay, I swore no more political book posts, but this one's about a magazine article, so I figured it was fair game. You must, absolutely MUST, read Matt Taibbi's Rolling Stone article titled Mad Dog Palin*. Here's just a sampling:

"And if she's a good enough likeness of a loudmouthed Middle American archetype, as Sarah Palin is, John Q. Public will drop his giant-size bag of Doritos in gratitude, wipe the Sizzlin' Picante dust from his lips and rush to the booth to vote for her. Not because it makes sense, or because it has a chance of improving his life or anyone else's, but simply because it appeals to the low-humming narcissism that substitutes for his personality, because the image on TV reminds him of the mean, brainless slob he sees in the mirror every morning."

Holy shit. And it only gets better (sadder) from there. I am so in love with Matt Taibbi I can't see straight. And when you're done with the article, go get his most recent book, The Great Derangement, and read that too. It'll make you want to cry but hey, what doesn't, these days?

*Thanks to The Morning News for the link, by way of Condalmo.