Kofi

Automatic read.

That’s my reaction to seeing Claudia Rosett’s name on the byline. And this morning I read:

In a switch — sort of — Kofi Annan has finally agreed to fill out one of the financial disclosure forms now required of UN senior staff. But before anyone gets too excited about finally learning, as Roger Simon neatly put it, “How Rich is Kofi?” — or how, when, or if the Secretary-General might have parted ways with the Mystery Mercedes bought by his son in his name — remember that the UN is home to some of the world’s biggest veracity gaps.

Oh, you know that anything starting like this is going to be good! Go read the whole thing.

The more I learn about the United Nations, the more I realize how profoundly corrupt it is. This sordid little story is just one example of this, and isn’t so important for its own sake. Rather, it’s important because it’s evidence of the institutionalized corruption at the U.N., which I’ve concluded is at this point intractable — no amount of “reform” (which this disclosure requirement was part of!) is going to fix what’s wrong there. We need to start over.

Faster, please. I’m tired of having my face rubbed in U.N. shit. Even if it is Claudia Rosett doing the rubbing…