Once doesn't have to look far to find hacks. They seem to be everywhere. The hacks I chose all have the same thing in common. Nepotism. None of them I could find would even have a job in the media if their last name was different than their famous parents. In fact, they would sink into obscurity faster than the Titanic sank into the Atlantic on that cold April morning, ninety-nine years ago.

Here's my list:

William Kristol: The man who is right of Genghis Khan but is never right. If little Billy's last name was Klein or Steinberg, he couldn't get a job sweeping a newsroom floor, much less be a pundit. Thank goodness his dad was Irving Kristol otherwise, Billy would have to work for a living.

Luke Russert: Without the death of his famous father, Tim Russert, Luke would be a second rate reporter at a third rate TV station.

Megan McCain -- Who annointed Megan a spokesperson anyway? My friends, if Megan's last name was Hensley, she might be working for her mother's beer distributorship.

Chelsea Clinton -- Her position with NBC is absolute flummery. Mom and Dad are famous. Isn't that enough?

Liz Cheney -- If you major qualification for being a pundit is that your father was Vice President, then Liz is qualified. I would have thought that you might need to have more skills than that.

You could add the offspring of other pols to this list: Cokie Roberts, Jenna Bush, Bristol Palin. 

But enough nepotism. How many talented journalists are out there who deserve a shot based upon their knowledge, skills and abilities who won't get a chance because, their parents weren't pols or celebrities? The answer: Lots.