[...] Like the Indian sitting astride his horse on top of the mesa, gazing out over the vast expanse of the desert and seeing Clark Griswold wandering about madly in the heat, having abandoned his senses and family in a futile and stupid attempt to make up for his last mistake; I read Richard Cohen’s columns and all I can think of writing is, “what an asshole.” Yet again, Richard values the peace process over peace and freedom in Deadly Progress in the Middle East:

I gather Richard prefers deadly failures in the Middle East, at least as long as they can be blamed on President Bush.

To an observer in Chappaqua, N.Y.,…

Please God, no! He’s not going to do what I think he is, is he?

… it seems that the Israeli-Palestinian struggle is approaching a "tipping point." The phrase comes from Malcolm Gladwell's book of that name and refers to the moment, the point, when an accumulation of little things suddenly turns into something momentous. To Bill Clinton, speaking to me by phone from his home, that tipping point is in the numbers.

Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhh! He is! Richard is stooping to kiss Bill Clinton’s ass for the third time in three months. Maybe Richard got confused and thought he was kissing Hank’s ass. This is Richard’s second attempt this quarter to try and get us to accept that Bill Clinton now has all the answers to the intractable problems of Middle East, now that he is no longer burdened with all the responsibilities of the job of coming up with the answer to the intractable problems of the Middle East. Of course, he’s got plenty of time on his hands, what with him not doing his TV show or getting down to the business of writing his memoirs. But this is starting to look like an obsessive compulsive problem for Richard. I would have thought that I had disabused Richard of this painfully puerile problem here and here, but apparently more serious therapy is more required. I will try harder. [...]