“My quest to help end poverty has taken me to more than 125 countries, from mega-city capitals to mountaintop villages, from rain forest settlements to nomadic desert camps. Now I hope it will take me to 18th and Pennsylvania, to the presidency of the World Bank. I am eager for this challenge.”
It can’t get worse? It does. As Felix Salmon, my source for this stomach-turning nonsense, gently (very gently) puts it: “To a certain extent, Sachs’s job application reads almost like self-parody: ‘the president of the World Bank spends a lot of time travelling in first class to poor countries. I have been doing that for years, so I’m obviously highly qualified for the job.’”
“Almost like self-parody”? I’d say, “beyond self-parody.” Hey Bono! Get a grip on those shades! Jeffrey Sachs is right behind you!
Afterwords
Sachs talks like a rock star, but he isn’t one. If you’re going to talk stupid, it’s better to be rich and gorgeous. In fact, according to Felix, Jeff is not only not a rock star, he’s a pretty shitty economist. Felix fills us in on some of Jeff’s greatest debacles here.
