Breaking: Hill Republicans believe The Atlantic story was a coordinated attack from the Biden campaign. Biden used The Atlantic’s Jeffrey Goldberg pal Rep Conor Lamb (D-PA) to amplify the story. Buttigieg was ready and booked for a Fox Special Report. Democrats had attack ads ready as soon as the news dropped. Evidence emerging it was a coordinated planned attack to blunt military absentee ballots that were just getting underway overseas. Despicable to use veterans like this.
Before the latest so-called Trump exposé from The Atlantic, the magazine was forced to correct fake news. They published the name of their source for their police abolitionist story and this left the fabricated story open to investigation. Holes in their story emerged, but they refused to correct the record until the Christopher Bedford published a conclusive takedown.
The Atlantic ran an essay, “How I Became a Police Abolitionist,” that roots the activism of its author in a heart-rending story of a 16-year-old gunned down by the police in a rec center for failing to put his name on a sign-in sheet.
Christopher Bedford, at The Federalist, a conservative web outlet that has far fewer resources than The Atlantic, rather conclusively showed that the story as told was full of holes and likely never happened.
Up until the they were forced to correct the record, The Atlantic resisted. In other words, they defended fake news until the bitter end, showcasing their pathetic editorial standards.
Four days, six comment requests, and one follow-up story later, The Atlantic issued a series of major corrections that confirmed The Federalist’s investigation into their fake news.
Make no mistake, The Atlantic is fake news. Not only do they publish fake news, but they defend the practice.
What’s new about a media giant producing fake news that promotes their narrative of deconstructing the US into a progessive leftist dream world of some kind of Big Rock Candy mountain One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking
And he said, “Boys, I’m not turning”
“I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains”
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
There’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
The winds don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
As soon as you are in
There ain’t no short-handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I’m goin’ to stay
Where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains