By Lars Trodson
It's funny how your mind can play tricks on you. I would pick up The New York Times and eventually get to the op-ed pages and start reading a Tom Friedman column. I never, ever got more than a few paragraphs into it. I thought, quite seriously, that I was just too dim to keep up. The man has won three Pulitzers. He's on TV. He writes big, thick best-sellers about the intricacies of the global economy. People I respect respect him. Every byline of every column is from a different part of the world. This guy has to be the real deal.
I tried to read "The World Is Flat." I did, really. It's still on my bookshelf. But I thought the guy's theories and premises were just too complicated for me, so I never got through it.
But then I read this laugh out loud article by Matt Taibbi, and I was relieved to find out it wasn't really me after all. Tom Friedman may be a very smart man, but he isn't a very good writer. He's got a good gig -- God bless him -- but I'm just happy I don't have to look at his columns and think I'm an unsophisticated rube any more.
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