Several years ago I remember reading a particular short, silly parody of Thomas Friedman’s writing — I think it was a thread of tweets imagining a scenario wherein Friedman took cannabis or some kind of hallucinogen and spouted a psychedelic-inflected mix of…

Thomas Friedman visits his daughter’s college roommate and tries [drug – maybe a pot brownie, maybe shrooms or acid] “Oh, sure! Don’t mind if I do!”[doesn’t feel anything at first, then starts having…