Swish! I like to think of lists like this as the 100 people we would shoot into space if there was some sort of, I don’t know, deadly disease sweeping across the planet and we needed to reboot humanity elsewhere. I think Kinney (who appears to be the sole author in our cosmic journey, unless if Krugman counts, or there’s another one hidden among the roughly 50% of the list that I’m unfamiliar with) is a marvelous choice to task with recreating literature from scratch, and someone’s gotta be around to entertain the potential offspring of Rush Limbaugh and M.I.A., (or better yet, The Twitter Guys and The View).
I love that Kinney’s blurb is written by a sixth-grade TIME FOR KIDS reporter (sweet gig, kid). I think there’s a little room on the spaceship for him, too. I don’t love that Joel Stein ranked Kinney at #88:
88. Jeff Kinney: Your Diary of a Wimpy Kid sounds great, but has escaped my attention until now. If it’s good, you’ll be higher next year. If it’s not good, then that’s good news for number 100, Nouriel Roubini.
No room on the spaceship for you, Stein. This does beg the question, though, is it insulting to be ranked dead last on the list of the 100 most influential people? And by someone who isn’t even on the list?