The minute we saw the words “Richard Cohen: ‘Digital Lynch Mob’” on Post site, we knew we were in for a real treat. We felt, even before we saw that column, that we’d perhaps known it all our lives, that we’d spent years getting to know it, rolling its deluded self-righteous points around in our heads, learning to love its non-sequiturs and celebrate its failures at even imitating anything resembling effective methods of persuasion. Yes, we present to you, “Digital Lynch Mob,” by Richard Cohen. Mr. Cohen, will you read it before the class, please?
It seemed that most of my correspondents had been egged on to write me by various blogs. In response, they smartly assembled into a digital lynch mob and went roaring after me.[...]
Second, it marks the end of a silly pretense about interactive media: We give you our e-mail addresses and then, in theory, we have this nice chat. Forget about it. Not only is e-mail too often a kind of epistolary spitball, but there’s no way I can even read the 3,506 e-mails now backed up in my queue — seven more since I started writing this column.
Jesus Christ — not seven more emails since you started! That’s almost an email per minute, if you don’t mind us estimating how much time you spent writing this!
Readers: Will you please send Richard Cohen a very polite and friendly email that says something along the lines of:
TOO MUCH EMAIL DOES NOT EQUAL DIGITAL FUCKING “LYNCH MOB” YOU INSENSITIVE, UNFUNNY JACKASS.
Only, like, uh, without the italics, caps lock, or swear words (unless it’s “cocksucker,” which is always called for). We’d do it, but, you know, we’re getting our digital rope and going after a guy who digitally looked at a white woman. With email!