Itâ€™s for all these reasons that Iâ€™ve been calling them â€œGeneration Qâ€ â€” the Quiet Americans, in the best sense of that term, quietly pursuing their idealism, at home and abroad.
Thomas Friedman does not get these things right even by accident. It’s not that he occasionally screws up and fails to make his metaphors and images agree. It’s that he always screws it up. He has an anti-ear, and it’s absolutely infallible; he is a Joyce or a Flaubert in reverse, incapable of rendering even the smallest details without genius.
Related cartoon here.