In his late eighties, my great-uncle Edwin, sliding towards dementia, sounded an awful lot like Frank Bruni. But he wasn't paid a good salary, nor give the invaluable real estate that is space in the N.Y. Times, to complete his thoughts with phrases like "it's time to take our medicine."
A lot who I admire on the left have no problem mocking the pompous balloon who writes under the name Thomas Friedman. "Friedman Units" and his chats with cab drivers en route to the five star hotel from an airport's first class lounge are lengenday, and legitimately so. He doesn't often go out on a limb, but at least at times he approaches one.
But does even Friedman ever get more fatuous than the following paragraph from today's op-ed by Bruni?
"I think the rise of interest groups, identity politics and cause-specific lobbyists has diminished our attention to, and sense of, a communal good."
Frank Bruni, ever the Edgy Thinker.