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It seems that Friedman's mini-me is a bit dyspeptic this morning, quickly dispensing with the usual windy pomposity about "evolution" and "progress" and rocketing straight to the playground taunts. No, Mr. Unreal, not only did no one here work in the Bush White House, only a troll or two ever believed a word that came out of it, and no one served as the kind of rank, fawning enabler as did the laughably discredited flat-earther, Tom Friedman.
Don't you have to go put makeup on or something?