EVERYTHING THAT’S WRONG WITH THE MSM IN A SINGLE ARTICLE:

Why Won’t People Just Call Ben Carson the Idiot He Clearly Is?

Come on. The guy is as dumb as a bag of rocks. How does he get away with it? Because our society craves his narrative.

Followed five paragraphs in with this moment of cognitive dissonance:

Carson gets a pass because our society craves his narrative. He was a successful neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins Hospital. He is also a successful author, and his rags-to-riches story is an inspiration for many. America loves narratives like Carson’s because they remove complexity from the world. Life becomes incredibly simple because all of its problems can be solved through determination, hard work, and an unwavering belief in God.

And we wonder why we get the presidential candidates we get, when an article appears in one of the two successor publications to the Washington Post’s Newsweek, the one that’s edited by a man whose chief claim to fame is a book called “Wingnuts,” that derides “a successful neurosurgeon at Johns Hopkins Hospital” as a man who is “as dumb as a bag of rocks.”
Earlier this month, an article at the Daily Beast posited that the Internet is “broken:”

The Internet has quietly cemented its economy on saying the most extreme thing imaginable as loud as possible, and that economy is seeping into the dialogue of life and politics.

And here’s the thing: The people publishing stuff like this know that’s what’s happening. They know how to fix it. But they’re waiting in line, first, for the lottery that is the Era of the New Media Payday.

You’re not going nuts. The Internet is getting objectively deliberately confrontational and subjectively worse. But there’s a way to fix it.

Here’s how to see the promise of a consumer-focused Internet fulfilled—one that feels like an open town hall for good ideas and not a persistent paddlin’ for literally doing nothing while you sleep.

Stop measuring success by how many people click on your stuff. Start measuring success by how many people appreciate it.

Fair enough — but when will the Daily Beast take its own advice?