Oh I did judge it on its own merits. And as I noted above, this one does not actually do a fairly good job with its coverage of egregious abuse of authority, because it’s actually a screed against public schools, no doubt in favor of charter schools and other forms of profit-seeking in public, tax-funded sectors.
Scratch beneath the surface of most pieces there and I bet you’d find the same motivating bias indicated by the site’s very motto: FREE MINDS AND FREE MARKETS™
I had some notes from a trip to London in 2002 or so, that I tried to use in 2013. I was told they were no good, and that I could go to a bank to exchange them. Righto. I tried two banks, both asked “Oh, have you an account here?” Well, no, so they both refused. They said, “Just go to the postal office; they can exchange them for you.” So I did, waited in line for half an hour, then had the clerk go through my bills and exchange the ones that were bad.
I was also told I could go take the underground to the main branch of the Bank of London. Well, screw that. I went about my week long trip, but got caught again with a bad bill, another one from 2002, that the post office had missed (along with a fiver that I managed to pass to some unsuspecting sod). Rather than wait again to exchange it, I donated it to the Science Museum and let them deal with it. Twenty quid, it was, too. I hope they appreciated it.
I used to like Reason.com many years ago. Radley Balko, in particular, seemed to have a lot of pretty good coverage of police abuse and overreach, well before the widespread use of camera phone video brought such things more to the foreground, so to speak. But a lot of the rest of it seemed a bit much. It was the comments sections, IIRC, that ultimately turned me off of them.
The last time I was in Seattle, I wandered into this little bar that I wasn’t sure was even a bar, from afar. I approached it anyway because it had one of those half-doors half open, you know, the ones split horizontally, like you’d see as kitchen doors in the old '50s era sitcoms, and I was curious.
It was indeed a bar, and a cash-only one at that, which I thought was kind of cool, being a fan of cash transactions myself. I ended up chatting with a guy I thought was an off-duty barkeep and who turned out to be the owner. I learned that the place had a sign and a name, I just hadn’t recognized it as such because it didn’t include any words. It was just an icon, a painting of a horse, in the fashion of English pubs with names and branding targeted at the literal illiterates of their day. It was called the White Pony, I think.
Anyway, as I paid cash for my drinks they gave me all my change in two dollar bills. It was utterly charming, somehow, and definitely part of what made that evening stick with me. Then again, I used to collect bicentennial quarters as a kid, and I still get a kick out of finding a wheat penny. In fact, I found one just a couple days ago and was way more psyched about it than was warranted.
Doesn’t that make you feel better at night knowing someone like that is watching over your community. He put Mayberry on the map. Just goes to prove that you just can’t fix stupid.
I had the same thing happen with an apparently born-here American at a supermarket. “What is this, Mexican?” This even though the store was directly adjacent to a commuter rail station where the ticket machines give dollar coins as change. I’d hate to see what she’d make of Sacagawea.
(This was the same store where a friend’s ID was refused by a cashier and then the manager because he didn’t recognize Maryland as being a state. “Mary Land? Nuh-uh.”)