Adam’s right – whether or not Trump is a Russian agent/asset, he sure is doing what a Russian agent/asset would do. The question is whether the press is going to get on this in a real way, instead of throwing half punches. All credit to the Times for breaking the story, but if you look at their politics feed, you’ll see headlines like “If Trump Wants to Broaden His Support, Polls Suggest He’s Going About It Wrong“. Anyone with two eyes and a brain can see that Trump’s project isn’t about broadening his support, but rather appeasing his base while shafting the rest of the country who didn’t vote for him. Or how about this gem: “Trump’s Evolving Rhetoric on the Wall“. “Evolving Rhetoric”, hmm, let me get out my Times wimpy euphemism decoder ring and look it up. Ah, here it is: “pack of lies”.
Contrast the easygoing attitude about the thousands of lies told by Trump with the latest Glenn Kessler piece examining the most pressing question of our time: Could Elizabeth Warren’s mother have supported her family on a minimum wage job in 1961? His conclusion isn’t half bad, but it isn’t very good, either:
The Pinnochio Test
As we noted, Warren’s overall point is correct: The federal minimum wage has not kept pace with inflation. In 1961, it could have kept a three-person family out of poverty. But today, it wouldn’t even keep a two-person family out of poverty, at least according to the official poverty rate. Her case glosses over the fact that the official poverty rate may not be the best metric, but there is little debate that the minimum wage has not kept pace with inflation.
As for our reader’s question, the answer depends on whether Warren’s mother in 1961 qualified for a minimum wage of $1 or $1.15. She was either close to the edge of the poverty line or just under it, depending on the data you examine. Since we do not know what she earned, we will leave this unrated. But readers can offer their own rating below.
Yes, let’s never allow a Democrat (especially a female Democrat) the respect of taking her at her word about her lived experience. And let’s be sure to open the doors to legalistic, picayune discussions about how a 15 cents an hour difference could determine the truth or falsity of a the observations of a young girl watching her mother struggle to raise a family on her own. Doesn’t being there count for something?
Also, fuck your Pinnochios, Glenn, fuck them right in half. It’s a stupid, childish name for a the very serious work that the press should be doing assessing the truth. It reeks of the “it’s all a game and we’re above it” savvy mentality that infects the DC press. The name, combined with the Jesuitical distinctions that you love to draw, makes what should be an important enterprise something that nobody takes seriously.
It’s no surprise that DC’s self-proclaimed arbiter of truth has adopted a child’s toy as his mascot, because these guys are bringing a popgun to a nuclear war.