Richard Cohen: Nitwit.
Shorter Richard Cohen: Changing daylight savings time is worse than torture, and illegal wiretapping: it is in fact, “government at its worst, its most intrusive.”
Here’s the government, the government for crying out loud, deciding on its own when the sun should come up. I mean, it’s bad enough that the feds tap our phones and keep changing the definition of torture so that even the rack would not apply, but now they just come in (without a warrant or anything) and take away an hour of morning sunlight.
Even when he tries to be funny, Cohen is an offensive and stupid.
It’s enough to make a conservative out of a person.
Oh please do, Richard, please do. Those of us on the left threw your sorry ass overboard years ago when you decided war in Iraq was a capital idea.
My next column: The secret sex life of Ed Markey.
Let’s talk a little about Richard Cohen’s secret sex life (pardon the Free Republic link):
Devon Spurgeon is a 23-year-old reporter with movie-star looks and a nose for news.
Richard Cohen is an aging columnist who calls Ben Bradlee, Sally Quinn, and Bob Woodward his best buddies.
Cohen’s crude conversations poisoned his working relationship with the young reporter in the Post’s New York bureau. It also put the Post’s handling of sexual-harassment complaints on public display.
And after pushing reporters to go after Bill Clinton for hiding behind his lawyers in the Monica Lewinsky affair, executive editor Len Downie consulted with Post general counsel Mary Ann Werner and now offers only “on comment” through aides.
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Cohen moved from Washington to the New York bureau last year. By all accounts, Cohen expected Spurgeon to cater to his office needs — and get his dry cleaning. She wanted to report stories.“It’s not that she didn’t like him,” says one bureau reporter, “it’s just that she didn’t have time for him.”
But Cohen had time to engage Spurgeon in conversations that made her feel uncomfortable and threatened. She took her concerns to the other reporters, who agreed that Cohen had crossed a line. Around April 1, they asked bureau chief Harden to file an official report with Downie.
“This is not a ‘he said, she said,’” according to one reporter. “It’s ‘they said.’”
The Post dispatched deputy managing editor Milton Coleman to New York on April 3 and 6. He rented a room in the Essex Hotel and interviewed Cohen, Harden, and reporters Bob O’Harrow, Dale Russakoff, and Sharon Walsh. Cohen hired an attorney. Spurgeon went it alone.
Among the allegations reported to Coleman: Cohen asked Spurgeon to come into his office and close the door, then queried her about her generation’s view of oral sex. Also at issue: a conversation where Cohen said it’s too bad Bill Clinton is the only one who can grope in his office and get away with it. He also is said to have intimidated her with references to his connections with top Post editors, such as Tom Wilkinson, who can hire and fire.
No one said Cohen touched her or hit on her. Still, when Coleman asked the reporters if they considered Cohen’s comments sexual harassment, three said yes.
With every word he writes, Cohen reveals himself to be nothing more than a fool. A blithering idiot who couldn’t win an argument with a dead dog.
