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.
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When are they finally going to diagnose this man and ask him to retire...he really needs medical intervention.
It's his James Stockdale moment.
I went online to find out how old he is, but no luck on Wikipedia. I know he went to high school with Bernie Madoff, so I assume Cohen is in his early seventies.
He is completely out of it, but I doubt the Post will force him out. Broder had a job until he died in his late eighties.
Per Who's Who in America, 2010: "Richard Martin Cohen, journalist [sic], born NYC Feb. 6, 1941."
That is the strangest thing he's written so far that you've shown us, Princess. It consists of him saying over and over again how he's shaken up he is about the Anthony Weiner "story" (I guess he's being sarcastic?). Not only is his blog post a waste of electrons, but those very electrons are actually in tears over how unfunny he's being.
Was he announcing his retirement, or is that just wishful thinking?
Oh please. Like he could afford a Kardashian!
More importantly, look at how weird his hair is. He has both a sweep-a-do *and* bangs!
Punditry is dead! May Punditry always be dead!
I'm glad he didn't ramble on about through a glass darkly or nuthin...
Blind Squirrel, meet Nut.
Nut, meet Blind Squirrel.
Sometimes it happens. I think he's just pretty much used up his "sometimes" though.
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