Too Rolling Stoned
More years ago than I would care to admit, I was a fairly avid reader of Rolling Stone magazine. I bought it to read about musicians, and definitely not for its political and economic "analysis," which I recognized even in my early 20s as incurably weak.
In the intervening years, founder and publisher Jann Wenner, through capitalistic endeavors such as RS and other publishing ventures, has built a net worth estimated at $700 million. Despite his membership in the One Percent, Wenner's flagship magazine still strikes the edgy pose. RS even cast its lot with the thankfully short-lived incoherent, filthy, violence- and crime-infested Occupy movement.
While the magazine devotes inordinate resources to musical acts whose mission appears to be to ensure that every inner-city neighborhood becomes utterly unlivable, its non-entertainment writers continue, as they have for almost two generations, to mislead and deceive low-information voters who think they're high-information masters of political and economic thought — that is, when they're not engaging in misogynism and racism which would end any conservative writer's career in a heartbeat or openly advocating communism. I can't say I've heard whether Wenner would be down with the idea of letting "each family can keep one mansion and one luxury car, but the rest is forfeit," or with having "Everything Owned by Everybody."
A month ago, the magazine's Sean McElwee presented an extraordinarily hostile pack of lies titled "Six Studies That Show Everything Republicans Believe is Wrong; It's time for the right wing to stop lying about the minimum wage, taxes, global warming and more." Addressing McElwee's dreck now is timely, given recent news about the rise and fall of a noted soak-the-rich proponent.
The guy claims to have interned with Fox News's John Stossel; he obviously didn't learn anything. The first and most obvious lesson missed is that there's a vast difference between "Republicans" and "conservatives." The former are all too often jaded insider participants who are okay with the country going to hell in a handbasket as long as it does so in slow motion. The latter are usually best described as "sensible people."
What follows after the page break are the six antidotes to Sean's six portions of poison.