Washington Post columnist Richard Cohen is one of those guys who did some drug in the sixties that left him with a permanently enlarged Id. (Also: Does it sometime seem like former hippies who still have all their hair also retained their wholly undeserved level arrogance of their youths?) Anyway I never really paid attention to Richard Cohen, for reasons that now seem obvious, but we're glad Vanity Fair's James Wolcott did, because Richard Cohen's massive hardon for John McCain became the subject of an entertaining piece on the sickening spectacle that is the Man Crush. Not so! Richard Cohen whined yesterday. It's about VALOR AND INTEGRITY! And sticking to one's values and beliefs until death. Did I mention this guy broke up Peter Jennings' first marriage? Anyway, yesterday Wolcott struck back on his blog. AWESOMELY:
In Cohen's latest recital, he responds to those surly detractors (i.e., me) who have accused him of cutting out heart-shaped valentines to John McCain and pasting them in his locker. Coyly he begins:
In politics, we're having a Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr kind of year. It was Karr, a French writer, who coined the phrase plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose, which means, as Barack Obama has shown, that the more things change, the more they stay the same. N'est-ce pas?
My own French is rusty, so I'm not sure what the proper French equivalent for "fucking embarrassing" is, so forgive me, but really—The Washington Post is not only the most powerful paper in the nation's capital but enjoys an international reputation, and here's one of their premiere columnists blithering away like Mayberry's Howard Sprague with a carnation in his lapel. It's amazing he didn't stick an "ooh la la" in there somewhere.
And if that doesn't rekindle your man crush on Wolcott you can go read the whole post and revel in anticipation of his rebuttal to Tony fucking Blair.