I have never sobbed so much in my life as I did when reading John Dickerson's latest post. The man had a deadline! And he had to get on an airplane! And someone was actually short with him! It's almost as if John Dickerson had a *gasp* regular experience like other people with jobs!

What a cruel, cold world it is when a man has no time for some sort of servant to arrange his scarf and coat for him and neatly tuck his newspaper into his briefcase before kissing him goodbye as he enters the jetway. If the Slate editors are reading this, I am officially recommending that you allow Mr. Dickerson to take the next 6 months off to recuperate. Please give him some sort of stipend so he can heal properly. Make sure he has enough money for visiting a therapist five days a week and some left over for various fancy bath soaps and massage sessions. Also, please pack him a snack for any other airplane rides he might take.

John, I think you are an outstanding journalist and you deserve your fame for asking the most incisive questions of anyone out there. You are one of the few reporters I still respect in the era of the Bush press conference. Stick to what you are good at, which is being Dickersonian, and steer clear of the more "Seinfeldian" observations about the fact that you live like the rest of the proletariat.

Haha perhaps you should talk to the higher powers at Slate about incorporating some of the Slate V elements into your articles. Maybe make soundtracks that change songs according to the mood your readers should be in at different points when reading your articles at a normal pace. Could add some spice.

Thanks for replying to my post, I really like your work. Are you based out of New York or D.C.? I am in my final year as an undergrad at NYU. If you are in New York and are in need of an intern beginning in late January I would be interested in the position, please let me know.