Terrible Tom Friedman or Trout Fishing in Oceania

There is a reason why New York Times columnist Tom Friedman is American Conservatism's favorite liberal....because he's spineless, puny, easily intimidated, susceptible to auto-suggestion and sounds endlessly comical whenever he waxes wrathful.
No joke about that, Tom goes on the Imus in the Morning and occasionally starts blustering about the perfidy of America's enemies and the need for Big Don Rumsfeld to chastise them all with daisy-cutters.
A unintentionally funnier routine can't be found, Tom's war-like squeaks recall the class dweeb frantically trying to suck up to the school bully in a tearful attempt to avoid the inevitable daily beating.
It's just plain sad to think Tom carries on this servile fashion to avoid the verbal contempt of a vulgar old zombie like Don Imus....it's akin to being scared of Grampa Simpson or something.
"Bully worship" is what Orwell called it I think.
Otherwise Friedman seems to exist to have his alleged well intentioned liberal naivete' shattered by resolute conservative action.
Take for example the affair of the skulls, not even three weeks ago Tom was making all kinds of doubtful noises about the existence of Iraq's weapon's of mass destruction. He suggested that if the Bush Admin came up empty handed in the search chemical and biological weapons, they'd look foolish.
Well three weeks have passed in Iraq with alarming discoveries of cleaning fluid and barrels of lubricants...and it's beginning to look like Tom might have to call into question Bush's war rationale.
But lo a pile of skulls were found somewhere somehow and Tom decided that this gruesome sight "made it all worthwhile"...in the desperate search for an out Tom has come up with a grotty massacre to justify the whole multi-trillion dollar operation.
It'd be funny if it turned out that in the end, the skulls dated back to prehistoric times or something...it's easy to imagine given all the cleaning fluid that's been mistaken for sarin nerve gas in Iraq these last two weeks.
Tom reminds me of Winston Smith, after O'Brien got done with him in the Ministry of Love...the telescreen squawks and all Tom's doubts fears and resentments are banished, he can fall to his knees in worship with dignity intact..
Sick
Demented
Typical...