But I digress. I have avoided reading Thomas Friedman's "The World Is Flat" because he was such a huge cheerleader for the Iraq War, and like his colleague Judith Miller, got all the reasons wrong. That, and he is such a major league jag-off. Can anyone forget his thesis that countries with McDonalds have never gone to war with each other, ergo they NEVER will?
If you're looking for scathing commentary that is also hilarious, read Matt Taibbi's review in the NY Press.
Dubious? Here's a snippet to whet your appetite:
Predictably, Friedman spends the rest of his huge book piling one insane image on top of the other, so that by the end—and I'm not joking here—we are meant to understand that the flat world is a giant ice-cream sundae that is more beef than sizzle, in which everyone can fit his hose into his fire hydrant, and in which most but not all of us are covered with a mostly good special sauce. Moreover, Friedman's book is the first I have encountered, anywhere, in which the reader needs a calculator to figure the value of the author's metaphors.
God strike me dead if I'm joking about this.