Jacob Sullum on the unbelievable case of forgetsies the press seems to suffer from. The daily headlines that manage to combine falling oil prices with economic ruin ("Oil falls to 22-month low as fears of recession sharpen") would be merely puzzling if the press hadn't hooted and hollered mere months ago over the prospects of $200 barrels of oil. It begs the question, which can only be asked with incredulity by anyone with the ability to recall events and facts that occurred more than 30 days prior in time: "Where the hell have you been?"
I see gas under $2.00 in Winston and think to myself, "Wow--this is great. The amount I'll save from all our Christmas driving alone will pretty much pay for gifts this year." That doesn't even begin to address the benefits our battered and imperiled middle class will be reaping when they get this year's energy bill. The question remains: if increasing oil prices are unequivocally bad, which the press has claimed ad nauseum for the better part of a year, then the decline in oil prices
has to be good simply by the law of non-contradiction. The less child-like observer--even those with little experience in the
field of economics--knows that the press simply doesn't understand
things like supply and demand--and therefore doesn't understand that
rising oil prices are not simply a natural disaster, like earthquakes.
Rising oil prices are exactly what they are--an increase in the price
of a good--and they will be offset by future developments or decreases
in demand.
But this childishness is not the exclusive domain of the press, as Louis CK
points out here on Conan.
Count your blessings, says
Mankiw.
In other news, anyone interested in the future of libertarianism, particularly in the age of corporatism, owes it to themselves to follow the debate at
Cato Unbound, initiated by
Roderick Long. His piece and the
several replies to it are all required reading. I've got my own response to this brewing, but it'll have to wait for some quiet time.
Finally, George Will
on the auto bailout. Will seems to be suffering from a bit of Rip Van Winkle syndrome; he writes as if he just woke up from a 20-year slumber and doesn't quite recognize the people around him. Yes, George, this is your party--I'd get moving if I were you.