[Dear Thomas Friedman: I have written your Sunday column for you. Sincerely, Sean Carman (with special thanks to Ezra Klein and Lucia Graves)]
I was taking a cab from National Airport to my apartment in Washington the other day. I live in a gentrifying neighborhood that is home to a rising, fairly well integrated class of African-American, Ethiopian, and white beneficiaries of globalization and the housing bubble. It’s a neighborhood of yoga mats, African cuisine, and hip-hop culture, but those are stories for another time. The question on my cab driver’s mind was simple.
“Tom,” he asked me. “You’re a nationally syndicated columnist and highly-paid luncheon speaker. What’s the bottom line on the sequestration fiasco?”
“Good question,” I said.
And one on which we all need to focus in the coming weeks, I could have added, if we’re going to understand the dynamics of Congress’ latest foray into fiscal brinksmanship.
As with all American political quandaries, the first and most fundamental question is what sports analogy to use.