Not again

As pleased as I am about Obama’s election, I am forced to confront what it means for the next four years of Roger Cohen columns. Roger Cohen writing under an Obama presidency is like Nicholas Cage hitting the liquor store in Leaving Las Vegas.

Less than 48 hours since the election and already he drops a doozy on us:

A Kenyan father passing briefly through these shores; a chance encounter with a young Kansan woman; a biracial boy handed off here and there but fortunate at least in the accident of Hawaiian birth.

Apparently, “chance encounter” is the going euphemism for knocking up a 17-year old and then bigamously marrying her, before abandoning her and your unborn child. David Lean this ain’t.