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Where's the Friedman Method of Truth Discovery -- an offhand remark from a cabbie in Bangalore ferments in his subconscious for a week, then an eureka explosion splatters Novelty and Insight all over his hotel room:
MY GOD, HE'S TELLING ME 9-11 IS OVER!!!
There are no bellhops or baggage handlers in this story. No shepherds with GPS plotters, no iPhones in rice paddies. Who are they trying to fool? Bring back our Friedman, our loopy ADD-afflicted gadfly. When I go for my weekly dose of horseshit, I expect them road apples to be authentic, by God.
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