As a commenter pointed out the other day, some guy I've never heard of who works for some Texas newspaper called With Leather "a cancer."  Because he's a retarded newspaper columnist, most of his paragraphs are only one sentence long, so I did him the favor of condensing his thoughts below (I also added some links that Dick might find illuminating):

With some notable exceptions, such as Deadspin or the accountable media at reputable newspapers such as this one, reading the unedited, unregulated, untalented hacks churning out irresponsible pap on the Internet is a bit like watching Pauly Shore attempt Shakespeare in the Park.

[Regarding Dick Vitale], With Leather offered a startling response. "I HOPE IT'S CANCER," the headline blared. Part of an increasing landscape of shock blasts proffered under the guise of journalism, mirroring the vitriolic rants of some of the underbelly radio talk-show hosts out there, the site didn't stop there. "I loathe the man," it offers. "People who defend him because they like his enthusiasm are the same kind of people who admire the Nazis' efficiency."

Fortunately, for those who do admire Vitale's work, his time away from the cameras will enable him to concentrate even more on an amazing commitment to philanthropic initiatives. Whatever you think of the man, the millions he raises annually to fight dread diseases — most notably cancer — is a blessing all of us can, or should, appreciate.

Much has been made in recent months about the death rattle of newspapers, and there's little doubt that more and more readers, particularly from a younger demographic, are surfing online for their news. As [Michael] Wilbon told AOL's The Fanhouse, a destination for solid blogs, "I'm old. You build up your reading habits over a lifetime."

Oh yes.  I definitely try to pass off everything on With Leather as journalism, especially when I'm cheering for cancer.  I'm also very serious about drug use, murdering prostitutes, and an aggressive eugenics program that would eliminate the developmentally disabled.  That's why young people are drawn to this cancer that's killing newspapers — because the opinions I have are feasible and should be taken seriously.

Jason Whitlock, the former ESPN.com columnist whose interview with a blog got him banned from the four-letter, has been kicking ass and taking names in the wake of the Don Imus fiasco.  "Big Sexy" (a nickname nobody agreed to give him) usually just speaks his mind for the Kansas City Star and his new gig at AOL Sports, but with some recent TV appearances he's quickly outgrown "Around the Horn."

After calling out Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson for being terrible representatives for black people on Tucker Carlson's show, Whitlock's ascent to political spokesman solidified with an appearance on Oprah.  And I'm not sure what Whitlock said on Oprah (my genetic code renders it impossible for me to watch), but considering Rosie O'Donnell announced she wants to marry him, it probably had something to do with having bacon in his pocket.

Oh, Jason, you dog!  Your powers of sexiness are too much for mainstream America.  Even overweight lesbians who believe in 9/11 conspiracies can't resist your charms.  But remember: with great power comes great responsibility.  You owe it to all of us to hit that.  Mmm-mm!  Rosie is fine!  I want the full report in your next column.