Freidman wants to be a slave

So I'm clicking around the Internet and reading some opinion and editorials when I came across something that really floored me - I mean it shocked my conscience. Many is the time that I've read Thomas Friedman with frustration as he builds what seem to be a series of well form arguments only to be capped off with a completely illogical conclusion or "solution" to the problem he just defined. In short, I have always thought of Freidman as a schmaltzy and, in an almost innocent way, earnest idiot. That was then, this is now.

"There is only one thing worse than one-party autocracy, and that is one-party democracy, which is what we have in America today."

Not wicked enough for you? How about this?

"One-party autocracy certainly has its drawbacks. But when it is led by a reasonably enlightened group of people, as China is today, it can also have great advantages. That one party can just impose the politically difficult but critically important policies needed to move a society forward in the 21st century."

It goes on from there to lay out some of the most convoluted and dishonest arguments I've ever read from any columnist - including any of the clowns who currently write Op-Eds for the Gray Lady. After today's dispatched I feel safe in saying that Thomas Friedman is a God Damn Fascist. His analysis of the worlds problems skewed By his ideal solution - which is total government control. What does Tom Friedman really need - Well, the Dead Kennedy's said it best many, many years ago.


"Holiday In Cambodia"

So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

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