Read other letters about this article
these are the times when I love you: In November of last year, Friedman was again beating his little chest ....
Beautiful (and, as you can see, I'm easily pleased and amused). This cowardly "man" lacks even a scintilla of chutzpah to 'fess up, even a little. I wonder--really--whether guys like Friedman and Joe Klein even remember what they've written in the past. There's a strange miasma that seems to be part and parcel of punditry (which, by the way, is a creepy word in and of itself).
Oh, "Zoltan" (and whomever else along these lines), when I say "love," what I really mean is "love."