What To Say About Broder

I wish I could put this in more gentle language but I can't. He's fuckin nuts. This man is long past his expiration date in terms of providing any useful commentary in Washington. If he were milk, he'd have turned into that sour-stenched, pus-resembling, yogurt-like substance that glops out of the carton.

Broder is yet another reason I cancelled my subscription to the Washington Post. He should be put out to pasture. Sent to Elba Island. Strapped to a gurney with masking tape over his mouth.

He is the very definition, at this point, of all that is wrong with DC punditry, the kind that led us into Iraq and keeps us there.

Note to David Broder: GO AWAY.