Christ, I’m glad I* don’t eat at the restaurants Thomas Friedman frequents:
So, I have a confession and a suggestion. The confession: I go into restaurants these days, look around at the tables often still crowded with young people, and I have this urge to go from table to table and say: “You don’t know me, but I have to tell you that you shouldn’t be here. You should be saving your money. You should be home eating tuna fish. This financial crisis is so far from over. We are just at the end of the beginning. Please, wrap up that steak in a doggy bag and go home.”
Of course, maybe he’s right… Still, Friedman says that “What ails us right now is as much a loss of confidence…as anything else.” Now, sure, he’s only a newspaper columnist and has, one supposes, a duty to call it as he sees it.
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