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    Friedman Forever!

    The last couple of weeks have been quite interesting in the world of Friedman.  On October 24th he wrote an insulting column where he exhorted Americans that “We’re in the age of “extra,” and everyone has to figure out what extra they can add to their work to justify being paid more than a computer, a Chinese worker or a day laborer.”

    On Halloween, Friedman chastised French protesters who don’t want their government to renege on pension promises and raise the retirement age from 60 to 62.  “If those students understood the hypercompetitive and economically integrated world they were living in today, they would have taken to the streets to demand smaller classes, better teaching, more opportunities for entrepreneurship and more foreign private investment in France — so they could have the sorts of good private sector jobs that would enable them to finance retirement at age 62.”

    Notice Friedman’s argument here.  Not only should the French protesters accept the rise in the retirement age, they should give up their pensions in exchange for tools that may or may not let them finance their own retirements at the higher age.  It’s akin to saying, “don’t just cut my benefits, take them away entirely!”

    Friedman is interesting to me because he speaks to and for the managerial class – people who control either capital, assets or the lives, schedules and expectations of others.  But because Friedman is a columnist and nobody really works for him, he can be a little blunt.  In these two columns he’s flat out telling Americans and Western Europeans that they aren’t working hard enough.  This is, for anyone who realizes that we each get one and only one life, quite an insult.

    Says Friedman: “France already discovered that a 35-hour workweek was impossible in a world where Indian engineers were trying to work a 35-hour day — and so, too, are pension levels not sustained by a vibrant private sector.”

    If Indian engineers are trying to cram 35 hours of work into a day, then I sincerely hope it’s because they’re in some sort of creative throes and that they genuinely love what they’re doing.  Otherwise, it’s a pointless activity.  For what it’s worth, I’ve been told by many people in the technology industry, including some who have worked with Indian colleagues in California and some who have gone to India to work that Indian workers are, like other humans, no more or less likely to put in a hard day at the office.  The notion of some sort of generalized superior work ethic, as usual, doesn’t stand up to scrutiny the same way that such generalizations about any ethnic group (whether meant to denigrate or to deliver condescending praise) tend to be wrong.

    Friedman’s argument is that American and Western European workers have to work harder and expect less in order to compete with more driven, capable laborers in India and China.  This week he writes from New Delhi, where he finds Saurabh Srivastava, co-founder of the National Association of Software and Service Companies, who apparently speaks for all Indians.  Srivastava is worried that America is losing confidence and moral leadership.  We’re the ones who told India to open itself to meritocratic capitalism, he says.  We’re the ones who pushed open borders and free markets.  But now times are tough and we’re pulling back and he wants to know why.

    Put so plainly and without nuance, I see the gentleman’s frustration.  There was a point where America did ask India to open up its economy, to let our companies do business there and to let our investors buy Indian companies.  But America and India are big places.  Who, exactly, asked for this to happen?  It certainly wasn’t the people that Friedman says now have to work harder for less as a result.  The average American or European worker didn’t ask India to open up so that we could have a decade of stagnant wages.  The average American consumer isn’t exactly happy that their customer service calls get routed halfway across the globe to some entirely unaccountable customer service contractor with little authority or inclination to help.  If American and European workers had been given real choices with and the consequences had been laid out for them honestly I think they would have supported some trade but not the kind of complete liberalization that would erode their own jobs, wages and pensions.

    We know who made these decisions.  They’re Friedman’s chosen audience.  The Chamber of Commerce gets a seat at the table.  Working people don’t.  Friedman wants France’s pensioners to spend more of their lives working for others.  He wants to cut Social Security benefits.  He wants you to go to work today and put in some extra special effort, not because there’s a raise in it for you, or some extra vacation time, or a paid sabbatical so you have some time to do what you really want to do before you die, but so that you can prove to your boss that you’re worth more than a worker in an emerging economy.

    Who benefits from this competition, exactly?  It’s not the guy doing his job in Missoula and it’s not the worker in Mumbai.  The real beneficiaries are Thomas Friedman’s intended audience – the people who have made a lot of money over two decades of pitting average people against each other all over the world.

    Unrelated P.S.: Sorry I missed the big Genghis event Saturday.  Me and little Destor stopped by but were told the place was too wall-to-wall packed for the little one.  We’ll try for the December Barnes and Noble signing.

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    One of the things I would hope for from a helpful pundit is a demonstrated willingness to take on the "givens", the "truisms" of the day, the things "everyone knows".  Unfortunately there are large areas of orthodoxy he has been unwilling to touch, including a number of those which most need critical scrutiny.  As lively, if (to me, anyway) often irritating and repetitive, a stylist as he is, that is a weakness in his thinking and work that leaps out at me.            


    Thanks a lot for coming out, Destor. I'm sorry that the crowds overwhelmed Destor Jr. B&N will be much more sedate.


    I was happy to see such a turnout in there!


    I'm sorry I missed it too, but I'll definitely be at the Barnes & Noble signing in December.  And, Destor -- great post!  I think you should send this off to the White House. 




    "Who knew my third eye was hiding in your moustache?"

    ROFLMAO! I love Tom Tomorrow! Great stuff!


    That's David Rees, sleepin'.  A whole other thing for you to love.

    Get started here: http://www.mnftiu.cc/


    REES = BEST. 


    The mistaken attribution is pretty embarrassing. I'm sure I've seen Rees' stuff before, but have always assumed it was Tom Tomorrow. Doh!

    Thanks for pointing out the difference, and thanks for the link. I gotta' check this guy out!


    It was my fault, Jeezus.  I should have typed an attribution, and fell victim, once again, to feeling hurried and harried.

    For my sins, I'll provide this link to Matt Taibbi's 'review' of The Earth is Flat, and his 'review' of Mr. War-time Units himself.   A teaser:

    Thomas Friedman in possession of 500 pages of ruminations on the metaphorical theme of flatness would be a very dangerous thing indeed. It would be like letting a chimpanzee loose in the NORAD control room; even the best-case scenario is an image that could keep you awake well into your 50s.

    So I tried not to think about it. But when I heard the book was actually coming out, I started to worry. Among other things, I knew I would be asked to write the review. The usual ratio of Friedman criticism is 2:1, i.e., two human words to make sense of each single word of Friedmanese. Friedman is such a genius of literary incompetence that even his most innocent passages invite feature-length essays. I’ll give you an example, drawn at random from The World is Flat. On page 174, Friedman is describing a flight he took on Southwest Airlines from Baltimore to Hartford, Connecticut. (Friedman never forgets to name the company or the brand name; if he had written The Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa would have awoken from uneasy dreams in a Sealy Posturepedic.) Here’s what he says:

    I stomped off, went through security, bought a Cinnabon, and glumly sat at the back of the B line, waiting to be herded on board so that I could hunt for space in the overhead bins.

    Forget the Cinnabon. Name me a herd animal that hunts. Name me one.


    Thomas Friedman in possession of 500 pages of ruminations on the metaphorical theme of "herd animals that hunt" would be a very dangerous thing indeed.

    Look out, stardust. I think I sense another Friedman tome in the offing!

    And apropos Rees' piece, I'm reminded of a line that my father used when confronted with the likes of Friedman: "He speaks like a man with a paper asshole."


    LOL!  Happy Election Day, my friend.  Oy.


    love it


    People, "Thomas Friedman", along with most of the rest of the US pundit industry, was outsourced to Bangalore about 10 years ago. Hence the incessant

    'Indians are awesome, keep up the outsourcing!'

    and

    'Americans like totally suck, man, y'all can't handle the competition!!'

    talking points.They do the columns for free if they can plug INDIAN IT SERVICES INC.

    They also throw in the 'earth is flat', and 'up is down', and 'lower wages make you richer' stuff just to fuck with us...


    His new book is: The Earth is Hot, Flat, and Crowded, and American Workers have B.O.",  and subscribes to the notion that, "There are jobs; it's just that American factory workers need higher education to run those fancy, hicg-tech factory machine UNITS."  Oh: and by the by, The Unions should pay for their education!


    You and Destor are whiners.

    In Flat World, your whining is even more irritating than it was before.

    I hope the Indians kill you.

    AND EAT YOU.

    You'd go nice in a curry.

    Love,

    TF


    Anyone reading or discussing Friedman needs to remember he married into the billionaire Bucksbaum family, lives in an 11,300 sq. ft. mansion on 7 1/2 acres near the Bethesda Country Club, valued at over $11 million (his residence-not the Country Club), and when he talks about 'we' it is only in the pejorative sense as Thomas has managed to elevate himself beyond the cares and tribulations of the common man, or even America itself.


    And as far as the earth being flat, one chapter would have done it. And at that, I think he might have been the last one to have gotten the message 


    His butler or one of the residence staff members may have thrown the message in the rubbish bin.


    Hell, I'll just go find the aerial photo again; I do love posting it, though Friedman is not embarrassable (I undoubtedly made up that word).

     


    Where are the servants quarters, do they live in the small building on the upper left?


    No, that looks to be the pool house.  I think the servants live in the woods.


    Of course.  Their servants are elves!  Elves!


    In the 27-green-car garage?  In the polo pony stables?  They take a two-hour bus trip home at night?  Like servants in Vail and Aspen?  They never, ever see daylight?


    God I hate Friedman. Feigns to the left and picks up checks from the right.

    A real prick.

    And to think he went to school with Al!!


    God, I'm so sick of this phoney-lib class warfare.  Friedman, Avishai, Zakaria, and seemingly the whole Harvard economics department are terrified that they are going to lose their privileged, prima donna positions in this world as we continue to transition out of the "American century" into the "Something Else" century.  Their solution is to stick ordinary Americans - who are among the hardest-working people in the world - with austerity plans, longer hours and hectoring on their work ethic and lack of entrpreneurial spirit.  Meanwhile they run interference every day for their social-economic peers, whose entrpreurial spirit of innovation has consisted mostly in devising clever schemes for slicing enormous, gluttonous slices of the American pie for themselves, and for the least amount of work.

    Lawrence Summers makes over 500K a year just on his Harvard salary, and also made a collossal fortune in the markets.  He has a huge personal stake in outcomes that favor the very wealthy.  And we let him make the crucial decisions that affect the bottom 99.9%?


    For Friedman and his wealthy associates, it's almost like the economy is a wholly separate beast that needs to be fed, and we middle class "human resources" are merely caloric intake to be consumed so the economy can grow. The notion that our economy should serve the needs of everyone is a completely foreign concept to these asshats.

    Friedman's schtick is to tell you and I that we need to work longer hours for less pay and no retirement while abandoning all manner of labor and environmental regulations so that the economy can grow big and strong. Kinda' like telling the hangman's kids they gotta step up and put their head in the noose because the hangman has a family to support.


    Well, along with Geithner, Bernanke and Obama.  Yes, we apparently do.  And most of 'us' find reasons to support their behavior, partially by choosing to buy into conventional neo-Liberal economic themes like "Gotta Save the Banks!" and "Gotta Get the Dow Back Up Above 10,000 or We'll All Be Dead!"

    Oops: I forgot "There's NO WAY to Pass EFCA in This Political Climate!"


    The only thing phony about class warfare is that that the MSM has characterized it as a battle between the middle class and the working poor.


    "The only thing phony about class warfare is that that the MSM has [mis]characterized it as a battle between the middle class and the working poor."  -  Great comment.  Great post Destor.


    Right on the money, D.