Hurray! I've been enjoying Salon's beauty pageant for awful pundits, "The Hack Thirty," as compiled by Alex Pareene, who was the editor during my first guest stint at Wonkette. The profiles are great, just brutal. All through it, though, I was on pins and needles wondering if Sparklefave Richard Cohen was going to make the cut. After all, in April, 2009, I declared that Cohen had officially attained the distinction of being the worst writer on the planet for penning the phrase the street of broken dreams, Pennsylvania Avenue (a mere two months after coming up with the previous title holder for worst sentence ever constructed). Earlier that year, I even had a letter to the editor published in The Post in which I offered the opinion that he was "ridiculous" and had achieved a "new low" for the paper. I worried, though: would Pareene disqualify Richard for being just totally irrelevant anymore? Would he not make the cut because he's never on TV these days?
Oh, I shouldn't have fretted, because when all was said and done, my heart leaped with joy as Alex crowned Richard as the #1 worst hack in political punditry! He won! I couldn't put this better myself:
There's no subject on which Richard Cohen is not completely inessential. The looming debt crisis? Caused by kids today and their tattoos and hippety-hop music! The financial collapse? Did you know that Richard Cohen went to high school with Ruth Madoff? 'Cause that's all he's got.
Richard Cohen is the worst hack in the country.
You may wish to celebrate this fab achievement by taking a walk down memory lane in the PSP Richard Cohen archives.
Congratulations, Richard! You deserve it!
UPDATE: I've been looking and looking, and NOBODY is coming to Richard Cohen's defense. Humorous!