I would do nothing and work hard at it everyday.
damn straight
He is the wife of a billionairre 
Jeez, they can't even throw.
I am a big fan of pastry-based protest.
CROISSANT, MR. CHENEY, CROISSANT!
if i had a billion or so, i would do my patriotic duty and spend it (set up nest eggs for my kids and then blow the rest before I died...can't take it with me)
I'd like to do something useful for society or self-enriching (in regards to spending the time). As for the money, you don't need that much to live comfortably until you die; I'd give away the rest.
Not fair to Thomas Friedman. He's not a billionaire, he's just married to one.
We should count ourselves lucky that this particular obnoxious plutocrat allows us to deny him access to something other than "his" money and creature comforts: his own well-publicized aura of dignified and thoughtful self-importance. I haven't seen that pissy look on an obnoxious and wealthly social arbiter since Margaret Dumont played the part in the Marx Bros. movies.
As the 'Stache of Wisdom himself might say in one of his mixed-up aphorisms, "live by the sword, die by the cream pie in the face."
DJ..who said anyhting about living comfortably, beer adn hookers would take all the money
Not that I like Friedman or care for his addle-pated writing, but I think his reaction to the incident there was pretty reasonable. He even made a kind of joke by tasting the pie residue on his fingers. Then he went to get cleaned up. Not sure what the ideal reaction to being unexpectedly targeted by a pie-throwing attack is, but I didn't see anything inappropriate by Friedman there.
I mean, it doesn't change the fact that he can't seem to push a noun against a verb without making an ass of himself.
DJ..who said anyhting about living comfortably, beer adn hookers would take all the money
Would that constitute charity for you? 
A pie-ing?
No.
A kneecapping?
"You might think that, you might very well think that. I couldn't *possibly* comment."
If I had a billion dollars i would start a spa/retreat center/university/think tank/library. I have a vision of studious and spiritual intellectuals trying to synthesize information from all disciplines into better ways to make the world closer to our ideal, in an atmosphere or peace, contemplation, and beauty.
A Unitarian Universalist monastery. We call it a Chalistry.
DJ probalbly, id buy for every one, for as soon as my wife got wind of it I'd be dead...so I wold need to blow through a billion in a day.
typo: that "or" should have been "of"
Whisky, hookers and chicken wings: the sacraments of the European Subgenius!
"You might think that, you might very well think that. I couldn't *possibly* comment."
Always good to see another F.U. fan around here, Wanderer.
The depressing thing is how his world-is-flat, globalism-is-good-for-you shtick is absolutely accepted by the muddle-crass functionaries and opinion leaders in so many areas. In Higher Ed, he is routinely and unquestioningly cited by those who want the subtleties of learning to be rooted out and replaced by testing and "measurable outcomes."
What I would like to know is why a billionairess couldn't do better for herself.
What would I do?
Steven Gillard Jr. Institute for Technical and International Studies, New York University.
Special emphases on military history, journalism and cooking. Courses taught by rotating professors (i.e., this blog and commenters).
I'd get to warp the minds of futur generations....count me in, all teach english grammer adn spelling
....count me in, all teach english grammer adn spelling
Don't bust yourself -- call it "performance art", not "poor spelling skills."
What I'd do with at least a part of the money is covertly bankroll an elite corps of trained pie-flingers. You know: professionals who can actually hit the target, with a degree of accuracy as to where the pastry missile impacts.
Think how much funnier -- and, gosh darn it, more satisfying -- that would have been if Tommy Boy had received the full Coconut Creme Facial, instead of a graze and back-splatter. There's just no way to recover one's dignity, after that.
Still, I'd give these students an "A" for effort, even if their targeting skills were lacking.
It's not so satisfying. They didn't even get him in the face. Thus he gets to trudge around as the victim while still receiving his 5 figure speaking fee.
Nobody applausing him ever, or maybe giving him one of those slow claps would've been better
Obama til Denver, I loved that series. Macbeth, Richard III, and Machiavelli should be required reading for any student of politics.
It's terrible; simply terrible.
But I'm sure this kind of animosity is on it's last legs, and, just like the minor difficulties with making Iraq our 51st state, will completely disappear within the next Friedman. :o)
Spence! They're no good at starting bloody, bullshit-based, worse-than-useless clusterfucks, either!
I'm SO ashamed for them.
I don't like it.
Friedman's an asshole, no doubt. But put yourself in his shoes. You stand at a lectern and suddenly two people jump on the stage and rush at you. Are they carrying deadly weapons? You don't know. Then they throw something at you and you wonder, "Is it acidic or caustic? Is it the modern version of a smallpox-covered blanket?"
How would you feel if, say, Steve Gilliard had been making a speech and some right-wingers threw pies at him?
Still think it's funny?
Throwing pies is a threatening act. It seems harmless, but it's a way of saying to political opponents, "Remember Monica Seles." Or RFK. Take your pick. When you use intimidation to try to silence people, you are yielding to a fascist impulse.
And when you laugh, you're condoning a fascist act.
Shame, shame.
Oh please. Fascists don't use pies.
As a data point, I know 2 billionaires, and they both work.
Do they make pies? Because we could equip an army with lemon meringue projectiles, but it wouldn't be cheap.
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