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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

What Do You Get When You Cross a Madrassah with a HoJo's Ball Room?

Matt Taibi's take on Thomas Friedman's role in the Iraq debacle.

'You get a whole nation full of people who spend 99 percent of their free time worrying about their lawns or their short iron game, you convince them that they know something about something they actually know nothing about, and next thing you know, they're blundering into a 1,000-year blood feud between rival Islamic groups, shooting things left and right in a panic, and thinking that they can make it all right and correct each successive f****up by "keeping our noses to the grindstone" and "making lemons out of lemonade." '

Heh. I about fell out on page two; every time I see Friedman on DTC, I think, "Nice mustache, a**hole."

 

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I, Jordaan (sort of my real name) am a writer and father living in Austin, with my wife and 3 children. I was in 1st grade when the family moved to Dhaka ("Dacca," back then), 2 years after the 1971 East/West Pakistan War. I graduated from the American Embassy School, New Delhi, spent 5 yrs in DC, and moved here in 1989. Ek dam pukka atchaa hain, yar. Y'all.
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