Matt Taibbi kinda reminds me of Spider Jerusalem, though perhaps less tenderhearted. Either way, I like his writing, and I like that he’s the rare sort of American journalist who actually does aim to afflict the comfortable. He lived in Russia during the ’90s, and his obituary for Boris Yeltsin is my favorite so far:
What we were calling “reform” was just a thinly-veiled mass robbery that Yeltsin perpetrated with American help. The great delusion about Yeltsin was that he was a kind of democrat and an opponent of communism. He was not. He was, like all politicians who grew up in that system, an opportunist. He read the writing on the wall and he threw his weight behind a “revolution” that turned out to be a brilliant ploy hatched by a canny group of generals and KGB types to privatize Soviet assets into the hands of the country’s leaders, while simultaneously cutting the state free of its dreary obligations toward the rank-and-file Russian people.