Tommy Friedman's F.U. To The World!

After Little Tommy Friedman was finished explaining that Iraqis need to suck on it - and, don't worry Tom, they're still sucking on it! - he spent a few years flipping the bird to all of us. You see, while George Bush was presiding over his war, Tommy was existing in some parallel universe in which his pet war was being fought. Don't take my word for it, take Tommy's!

But I have to admit that I've always been fighting my own war in Iraq.

As Harold Meyerson wrote:

Was it too much to ask the nation's most important foreign-policy journalist to focus on Bush's war -- particularly because, well, it was Bush, and not Friedman, who was president?

Little Tommy kept soldiering on, hunting for ponies in his little fantasy war. And every few months or so, Little Tommy's moustache would communicate to him that the next six months were critical, or important, or whatever. Little Tommy kept punting the problem down the road six months at a time, and over 10 Friedman Units later people are still dying. Even in his little fantasy war Tommy couldn't find the pony.


Suck on this Tommy!