An enjoyable read, I think from 2005 or so. Friedman presents a fairly balanced picture of the globohomo; it is mostly about how wonderful it is that billionaires will make beaucoup dollar from outsourcing everything to India, but Friedman does acknowledge that a lot of goyim will end up losing their jobs and need to be retrained as IT specialists and Marketing managers if they want to live, conveniently ignoring the IQ bell curve and the societal consequences of breaking up communities and families.

Friedman travels the world, always seeming in accidental proximity to globohomo billionaires and CEOs. I have a different perspective, having spent the last decade talking to the people who have to deal with lying 3rd-World contractors, and to the quality control guys who wearily report a tenfold increase in problems since manufacturing was outsourced to even the 2nd, let alone the 3rd-World. I’ve met enough (hundreds) of these people to feel confident that the globohomo mostly only benefits the 0.01%, such as Friedman. Here’s a nice picture of Thomas Friedman, dancing in his 10,000 dollar suit before the Ark of globohomo as your town becomes Detroit:

Oh wait. Duh. I mean:

That’s a Rolex Datejust on his wrist, by the way: it costs as much as I make in a year, before tax. I’m presently reading John Saul Ralston’s The Collapse of Globalism, which so far seems a partial antithesis to Friedman’s entire corpus, though from more or less the same era. Such books, being typically from Cabal think tank/journalists, are usually propaganda with some interesting ideas here & there. Friedman writes well, he’s the kind of bluff farting uncle who sits his 7-year-old nephew down to tell him “son, when you’re a man you have to wear trousers with a belt. You know what a belt is, son? It’s what men wear. Heh heh heh. Hey, pass me some more of that bagel and lox, eh? Like I was saying to Saul Goldstein, that’s the CEO of Megacorp, just last Thursday, I was coming off a plane from Nairobi, great town, just like Vegas, gorgeous, they had gefilte like you wouldn’t believe, and the women, they got the best there, cheap too, that’s the great thing about globalism, son, you can get everything cheap. Blowjob, that’s like 20 cents, US cents. You know how much that costs in DC? No of course you don’t, you’re just a kid, but you and me gotta go out one day, when you’re 12 or 13, you get the Bar Mitzvah, we got out together, get us some of them nice shiksas, blonde eh?, heh heh heh, they won’t be around much longer let me tell you, me and my buddies are clearing all them Nazis out, soon it’ll just be us kiddo, us and a lot of the others, you know the diverses, the vibrants, they can be our slaves like the Talmud says, we get two thousand eight hundred each, pretty good eh? So this shiksa and her daughter, heh heh heh, I doodled them, son, good and proper, they had to leave their goy village, these Nazis eh? and I doodled them, ten cents each, that’s globalism son, never forget it, you know they killed your sister in Auschwitz, she was only a kiddo like you and they did it anyway, they got it coming and anyone says different is an anti-Semite, remember that, just call them an anti-Semite and they got to shut up” and so on, though obviously Friedman wouldn’t say anything like that. Look at this honest face.

All in all, it’s a good read. Friedman has quite a pleasing authorial persona, which means that even while I disagreed with virtually everything he wrote – mostly from a philosophical perspective though some of his glowing words would be refuted by anyone who has worked with Indian IT support – I nonetheless enjoyed my ordeal. It will be the last Friedman I pick up (I only read this, and the earlier The Lexus and the Olive Tree because I found them 2nd-hand), since there is only so much to be gained from the works of a Cabal puppet, but I would recommend the book for anyone studying globalism.

However, may the reader beware.

Globohomo got its eye on you, boy.