Claiming an unlikely convert:
It’s hard surprising when someone fires back at a harsh critic of his or her employer’s competence and/or ethics. But when that someone is superstar New York Times columnist Thomas L. Friedman, and the return fire takes the form, in part, of “Fuck you,” it raises a few eyebrows — and makes you wonder about a broader hubris.
The exchange in question came yesterday at the Freedom to Connectconference, a gathering in suburban Washington where people discuss issues related to data networking and the information revolution. Friedman’s keynote talk was all about his latest book and touched on the conference theme only briefly during the Q&A.
He’d already dropped the F-bomb at the start of his talk (in a WTF mode) when he noticed the conference back-channel discussion scrolling by on a stage-monitor screen. Later, during the Q&A, he was asked to comment on a question posted there that challenged the Times’ credibility in a fairly general and nasty way.
He began, appropriately, by saying that yes, the paper makes mistakes. But then he offered what sounded like a more heart-felt response, the above-noted “fuck you,” winning applause from some but certainly not all or (by my estimate) even a majority of the audience.
I was having scones and tea on the veranda with Lady Howell when we read this, and neither she nor I had the slightest notion what this “fuck you” phrase could possibly signify. So we paid a social call on David Brooks, Master of the Plebian, and, after consulting some of his low-born contacts, we discovered to our utter horror that it is an obscene reference so beyond the bounds of polite society that I will not sully the internet by getting into more detail. Suffice to say that all six of our dainty, shell-like ears felt like they had been packed with the commonest of gutter filth when our investigation was through! Clearly, we need to empanel a Crisis Conference On Ethics At Conferences On Blogger Ethics In Crisis at the earliest possible opportunity in order to address this immediate threat to Western Civilization.
No one is going to take the NY Times editorial page seriously until they stop being such potty mouths.
April 1, 2009 at 6:04 pm
Who’s the fuckingist fuck I know?
Fucky Fuck.
Who’s the fuck with the fucking fuckstache?
Fucky Fuck
So fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit.
April 1, 2009 at 6:07 pm
I’m starting to think that real bombs might be almost as dangerous as F-Bombs.
Signed,
Fucker T
April 1, 2009 at 6:32 pm
ly
April 1, 2009 at 6:58 pm
I think you should put the YouTubes before the posts from now on.
It won’t change Friedman’s shittytude though.
April 1, 2009 at 7:10 pm
That kitten is already a better drummer then Meg White.
April 1, 2009 at 7:30 pm
Clotted cream is a better drummer than Meg White.
And why the fuck hadn’t I heard of Tomoyasu Hotei till last week? I mean, wtf?
April 1, 2009 at 7:45 pm
“And why the fuck hadn’t I heard of Tomoyasu Hotei till last week? ”
Haaumm This is tough… We just didn’t think you were ready.
April 1, 2009 at 8:00 pm
It was an executive decision
April 1, 2009 at 8:01 pm
No one is going to take the NY Times editorial page seriously until they stop being such potty mouths.
Or until they stop being such puling, thin-skinned fucking bitches.
April 1, 2009 at 8:14 pm
And why the fuck hadn’t I heard of Tomoyasu Hotei till last week? I mean, wtf?
It WAS a secret of the No Sewer Mouths Club. Oh, well.
April 1, 2009 at 8:14 pm
Fuck whom?
Fuck youm.
Like I’m a multimillionaire, is whom fucking youm, you, you… fucker. You.
April 1, 2009 at 8:16 pm
fucking fuckstache
We’ve got the killer brand name. Now we just need the product.
April 1, 2009 at 8:18 pm
The Amazing Fucking Fuckburns
April 1, 2009 at 8:19 pm
The Amazing Fucking Fuckburns feat. The Fuckstaches and Fuck-o, the fucking fucker.
April 2, 2009 at 5:02 am
BTFW, what the fuck’s up with that video yo? Is that fuckin thing a gazebo or a fuckin patio? WTF???
Werd.
April 2, 2009 at 6:07 am
Voiceover: Only I didn’t say “Fudge.” I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the “F-dash-dash-dash” word!
April 2, 2009 at 6:34 am
Myabe Friedman was asking a question. As in Fuck You? I for one would have been flattered
April 2, 2009 at 6:55 am
Maybe just:
“Fuckstache”
I’m into the whole brevity thing.
April 2, 2009 at 8:02 am
I’m into the whole brevity thing.
Which is totally cool. But if you weren’t, you could say “El Fuckstasherino.”
April 2, 2009 at 8:30 am
So we went to this moustache party where everybody put on fake moustaches if they didn’t have real ones… the chicks too…. I think they called it ‘the Lifestyle’ or something…so yeah it was like a real blast and shit, especially when the furries showed up and put on their ‘staches. And then when everybody put on masks and got naked.
April 2, 2009 at 9:16 am
“…and everybody was moustache riding, those chaps was assless ‘n tight man…”
April 2, 2009 at 9:34 am
So that was you? Hey … I shoulda recognized the whole atrium-ventricle-aorta costume thingy…
April 2, 2009 at 10:27 am
how I roll
April 2, 2009 at 2:30 pm
We started the band less then 24-hrs ago and already we’re a’ squabblin’ a fussn’ and a fightn’. Typical.
April 2, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Tomoyasu wants to call the band The fucktarts. I think something has been lost in translation.
April 2, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Fuckstachio?
April 2, 2009 at 4:10 pm
Dood, haven’t all those fuckstachios been recalled? Salmon Nellie got to ‘em all, or sumfin.
April 2, 2009 at 4:16 pm
While I can’t stand the Fuckstachioed One, isn’t this sort of thing really just the logical conclusion of the continued coarsening of social discourse that’s been going on, well, at least since Catcher in the Rye was published? National Lampoon skewered this in the Stereos and Such commercial from the hilarious and quite-shocking-for-the-time 1977 album That’s Not Funny, That’s Sick:
More recently, the Onion gave us this brilliant update that IMO is only marginally making fun of Sony (it’s actually about us, right?):
How long before we’re no longer bleeping Jon Stewart’s f-words, and on and on?
Not that I fucking mind. Just sayin’.
And Kleber, if Tomoyasu kicks you out of the band, you can always join Acid Eaters. Your ears may bleed, but you’ll get better groupies:
April 2, 2009 at 5:30 pm
I’m doing a split with Mono and Boris, but I’ll hear them out.
Yes all the Fuckstachios were recalled, but unfortunately The Amazing Fancy Fuckstatios are still very much in power.
April 2, 2009 at 5:40 pm
Free mp3, new song from Wolfmother, “Back Around”
It sounds good.
http://www.wolfmother.com/
April 2, 2009 at 6:02 pm
FOX-NEWZ, Glenn Beck has super duper special “Liberal Fascism Day” tomorrow feat. Jonah Goldberg. 5PM PST. Bill O’Reilly won’t even go there.
I want what Glenn’s huffing, he is just a train wreck, recovering alcoholic, with two semesters of college under his belt. He is so fucking ignorant it hurts me physically.
April 2, 2009 at 6:02 pm
I forgot “he’s self educated like Lincoln.”
Jesus wept.
April 2, 2009 at 6:09 pm
In some ways it’s kind of fiscally smart to placate 16% of the public, ignore the other 80%, it’s a niche market to exploit. Pure evil, but it makes Rupert rich. O’Reilly, Beck, Rush, they believe that which sells them books. It’s just like televangelism for GOP politics. The average age of their consumers? 67! SIXTY-SEVEN! Good bye in 15 years.
April 2, 2009 at 6:55 pm
How the fuck is fucking Metallica in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and King Crimson isn’t. wtf? Panel politics. You would think musicians would know there ass from their ears., but whatever, what do I know? No room for the Anton Chigurh Family Band. I say!
April 2, 2009 at 8:14 pm
I want what Glenn’s huffing…
You really, really don’t.
I’m not a doctor, but I’d guess ketamine.
April 2, 2009 at 8:53 pm
I’m not a doctor, but I’d guess ketamine.
Yes, with a horse-estrogen kicker.
April 2, 2009 at 9:28 pm
Still, let’s not be hasty here. I’m sure Glenn Beck has a lot to contribute to the…discussion.
April 2, 2009 at 11:34 pm
I’m for anything that exposes the liberal’s secret fascism. Jonah calls it Liberal Fascism. The NAZIs were very green, you know. I can’t think of any difference between Nancy Peolosi and Franco, or Barack Obama and Mussolini, or Adolph Hitler and Martin Luther King, jr. They are all very simmilar so much so that they are they same ergo The Democratic Party is a front for a STASI sect known to the knowing only as Fuckstache.
Fuckstache’s secret plan to make every kindergartner gay by 2012 combined for their Puppy Execution Laws, (all puppies must be shot by a child upon attainment of peak cuteness), and Barack Obama’s stated goal to institutionalize Shria Law only in Alabama is clear evidence that Lyndon Larouche has made it to Mars and beamed himself back to the future in the form of an albino Robin Williams impersonator known only as Glenn Beck, just like he said he would in his 1984 Primetime Special, “I am Fucking Crazy, Please Give Me Money in front of the Post Office.”
What would we do without PACs?
Lyndon, take this m’fucka home…
April 2, 2009 at 11:36 pm
I’ve always known the Queen and Henry Kissenger were behind a giant Cocaine cartel. I just knew it.
April 2, 2009 at 11:41 pm
Lyndon, Glenn, Jonah, and I only get our news from Pravda and Russia Today
Our crazy’s have nothing on Igor Panarin. Next month the US is going to split into six states! Yeah. Also, sea monsters!
April 5, 2009 at 2:54 pm
From a letter from Friedman in an update on that blog what ya linked ta:
…flippant, denigrating remarks about it, at a time when it is in economic peril and our country desperately needs serious journalism to sort through this crisis, struck me as deeply unserious.
People use “unserious” unironically now?