In which, to my astonishment, I learn that Richard Cohen continues to exist for some reason.
Since Alex Pareen fell from grace from the sea (Ed, Note: glad to see Gawker had the good sense to hire him) I had kinda forgotten Richard Cohen existed, in the same way that I'd forgotten I owned a copy of "Angels and Demons" until the basement flooded last time and I noticed it floating by.
Damn? Really? I thought I'd landfilled that turd years ago.
Same deal with Richard Cohen.
Since I'd not noticed him at all, I just assumed he'd been taken down by Walkers, or joined Victor Buono and the bulletheads beneath old New York --
-- or had been led quietly away by kindly men to the David Broder Memorial Assisted Living Community.
But I was wrong!
Old Dick is apparently still alive and working hard at Fred Hiatt's House of Swaggering Idiocy, generating terrible ideas and them saying them out loud. Like this one:
Washington Post Columnist Declares Ferguson Is The 'Liberal Benghazi'
In a terrible, terrible way.