As you all know, Richard Cohen's pointless column is published every Tuesday by the Washington Post. In addition, occasionally he participates in their "Post Partisan" blog. I have a theory: sometimes Cohen writes things that are so bizarre and dumb that they're too bizarre and dumb for his regular slot, and these are the things that get dumped in Post Partisan.
And so it is with this peculiar thing which popped up yesterday, a piece of writing about "Weinergate" in which Richard rambles on an on about living in an imaginary place called Xanadu. Even by the low, low standards generally applied to Cohen's writing, the piece is exceptionally incoherent, and I challenge you to make any sense of it whatsoever.
But! He does say one thing which suggests that he is having brief flashes of self awareness:
I used to understand everything. I was even paid to explain things. Now I understand nothing. I live in a strange place and understand just a piece of what’s going on.
Total clarity, if only for an instant.