matt taibbi, will you meet me after school by the bleachers?

i would like to reward you for your political coverage of the '08 campaign. you endured bad food, smelly buses and other journos who no doubt drank the kool-aid. you let us know exactly what it was like to be herded, cattle-like, from concrete bunker to bunker in towns that most of us never heard of with the genius that is known as the national press corps. you talked back to unimaginative guests towing the conventional line on Bill Maher's show. and you wrote unforgettable phrases like...

"It was like watching Gidget address the Reichstag" (on Palin's debutante ball/address at the RNC)

and in this week's RS issue: "[McCain] exited the campaign on his knees, all his dignity gone, having handed the White House to the hated liberals after spending months of the race with numb-nuts Sarah Palin on his arm and Karl Rove's cock in his mouth."

tom paine prize for literature, anyone? until such a prize exists, it's you and me matt. after school. your body politic loves you. and will do naughty things to prove it.