Richard Cohen’s Latest Fecal Offering is So Lame I Don’t Even Know Where To Begin
Look, let’s just cut to the chase.
Richard Cohen’s latest column is such a mixed up pile of half-digested thoughts, half-chewed corn niblets, peanut shells, and e. coli, there’s really no point in reading it.
Sometimes you read something so dishonest, so weaseley, so fundamentally wrong-headed and just plain wrong, you want to march down to the Cossimo’s pick up one of their finest .38 Saturday Night Specials and take care of business once and for all.
Richard Cohen is nothing more nor less than a liar, an obsequious fawning cockatoo who sucks up to power. That’s literally all he does.
In today’s column, he pretends that no crime was committed in the exposure of Valerie Plame, and that Monica “Loyalty Oths” Goodling is somehow doing the right thing for pleading the fifth (a plea that may not hold up under scrutiny).
I’m not a violent person, but the day Richard Cohen is discovered on the bottom of the Potomac with cement overshoes should be a national holiday.
