What Matthew Cooper Owes Mr. Bean

This is one of the flat-out dumbest things I’ve ever read by a professional poliblogger who isn’t Andrew Malcolm. The only good thing about the post is that Cooper didn’t finish writing it.  This is how it ends:

Barack Obama lived a life of accomplishment, an upward trajectory from Punahou to Harvard, Springfield to the White House that seems incredibly void of demons whereas Jackson was all demons. They’re no more alike personally than

That part I liked. [hat tip Dave Weigel]

 

 

Posted by Kevin K. on 06/26/09 at 12:15 PM • Permalink

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The demons got him.

It would be wrong to read too much political meaning into contrive any sort of specious, half-assed, drunk-talking contrasts or correspondences whatsoever between the career of Michael Jackson and that of Barack Obama.

Fixed.

Apparently Mr. Cooper was in mid-sentence when he was struck dead by a giant chunk of ‘Post hoc, ergo propter hoc’ falling from space.

You people are so quick to judge. The parallels are obvious, and stunning:

Both fifty-ish.
Both tall.
Both slender.
Both graceful.

Both cross-over acts.

Look for more of the same sort of think-piece should Michael Flatley happen to breathe his last.

Apparently Mr. Cooper was in mid-sentence when he was struck dead by a giant chunk of ‘Post hoc, ergo propter hoc’ falling from space.

Le win.

@Allan - comment of the YEAR.

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