Sunday, December 20, 2009

Friedman gets paid for this?

Some time ago a person whose judgement and wisdom I respected told me that I should read Friedman's "Flat Earth" or 'Flat Beer" or whatever it was called. Thankfully I ignored this advice because I can see that anything in it would have been of the same value as , oh, I don't know, Christmas cracker jokes. Lord I hope that they are intentionally bad.
See his recent piece on teh evil Moosilums. I had to check the date to see when he had this blinding flash of inspiration and indeed it was but 10 days thence.
Golly Tom that Big Boys Book of World Politics from Santa can't arrive a moment too soon, eh?
Particularly stunning is perfectly valid comparison ending in a note of deepest pessimism
Only Arabs and Muslims can fight the war of ideas within Islam. We had a civil war in America in the mid-19th century because we had a lot of people who believed bad things — namely that you could enslave people because of the color of their skin. We defeated those ideas and the individuals, leaders and institutions that propagated them, and we did it with such ferocity that five generations later some of their offspring still have not forgiven the North.

So you Arabs had better go through the some heart wrenching, bloody and ferocious type of war we had. Then people will hate you for 150 years but well... er... you know...what about those Cardinals?
Oh, I remember, his book was about axolotl clone girls "Flat Boobies"


ckc (not kc) said...

So please tell me, how are we supposed to help build something decent and self-sustaining in Afghanistan and Pakistan when jihadists murder other Muslims by the dozens and no one really calls them out?

Hmm... what do you mean by "supposed to"

M. Bouffant said...

It never fails: Once in a great while one of these gas bags looks at a problem & correctly describes the problem & its cause. The reader thinks Oh, at last, rationality is making a comeback.

Then the ninny presents his or her solution, & everything is returned to the same level of wrongness as before.

Smut Clyde said...

The planet from which Friedman is writing differs in so many ways from the history and the present-day reality of our world, yet at the some time it manages to be so boring.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Tommy married a rich lady, so there.

Another Kiwi said...

Yes, he really says "no one really calls them out"
Not even being married to a rich lady can excuse this.

Smut Clyde said...

his book was about axolotl clone girls "Flat Boobies"
You are probably thinking of "Hot, flat and overcrowded".

mikey said...

Yeah, well, mock all you want, then go google "Kiwi Unit". Nothing. Ptui.

I really, REALLY want there to be a mikey unit. To the extent that I'll lick the slop off Broder's luncheon plate to get it.

I'm not sure if it's a measure of time, distance or wealth. Don't actually care, truth to tell. Just want it to, you know, EXIST...

Another Kiwi said...

The Mikey: the length of time taken to empty a train carriage of people divided by the amount of clothing removed in that carriage.
Thus a Mikey reading of '20 seconds per pair of trousers' is considered a high reading.

fish said...

Tommy married a rich lady, so there.

Um, you mean ex-rich lady.

And instead of reading The World is Flat, you should read Tabbi's review of it.

His review of Hot, Flat and Crowed is worth a look too.

Smut Clyde said...

you should read Tabbi's review of it.
His review of Hot, Flat and Crowed is worth a look too.

An old one but a good one.
No, wait, that was Dragon-King Wangchuck's mother.

mikey said...

Hot, Flat and Crowed

Dammit, I always wanted to read that.

The story of an old lady, living off a small herd of sheep and the kindness of others in rural eastern Mississippi, and her charming day-to-day interactions with a bird feeder her ne'er do well son built one spring on top of the clothesline post, before he had to go serve seven years for hot checks. Or was it hot chicks.

Anyway, I think it's out in trade paperback now...

Another Kiwi said...

Thanks fish, I nearly cried with laughter reading those reviews.

Another Kiwi said...

Until the very last line of the second review when it all made sense:
Better two cell phones than a fish in your zipper
So what do you have to say for yourself, fish?

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

yes, The Mustache gets paid for that.

Evidence for the non-existence of Gad, or at least that he's a cranky bastard.