Witness a case in point over at the Huffington Post where Weber tells it like it is, in a style none too familiar to the "i am teh l337 suxxor" variety of literary geniuses out there:
As another year slithers to a close, let's try to understand why the most galling aspect of all the round the clock analyses, perpetual punditry, endless speculation, asinine apologias, overbearing O'Reilling and CN-iNanity regarding Bush, his chicken hawk Neo-Cocksmen and the surreal, labyrinthine tragedy that is become Iraq, is the fact that whether one participates in the prognostications or just observes passively as Americans are expected to do, total, unmitigated suspension of disbelief is required.
Weber was recently published in the LA Times, wherein he called Paris Hilton a "bling-encrusted scarecrow." which makes this guy by new best friend.
Read Weber's full article here.