Somewhere Tom Friedman has heard of the latest Iraqi bombing, put on his red ruby loafers; clicked their heals together; curled up in a fetal position; sucked his thumb, and repeatedly mumbled, "there's no system like democracy, there's no system like democracy, there's no system like democracy".
Sorry Tommy, but you're not listening to the Yemeni falafel maker spin stories of how much he loves American-made velcro anymore.
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