29 October 2008

Sonnets from the Aragonese

Thomas Friedman, how do I hate thee?  Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height,
Your column does reach, when read in sight
For the end of what your brand-sponsor says.
I hate thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet irritation, by book and light.

And so on.  I'm not sure he's ever offered more than an ounce of insight, the lousy crumbum.  Harrumph.

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