He’s right, though, about one thing: power. But he’s got the wrong offender. This lefty yeti that is Brand is an example of the poisonous power — not of corporations — but of celebrity.
Rusty has attained a status that allows a free pass for prejudices that would normally sink a frat boy, drunk and skulking on Twitter.
Imagine, if you will, Russell’s limo driver turning around to him and saying, “Okay, Mr. Brand — we’re heading into the black neighborhood. I can tell because they all talk the same.”
How is that any different than this dorm-room socialist’s stagnant spew directed at Mr. Riley?
They aren’t. The only difference is not in word, but in wordsmith.
Brand can say such things because he is a “brand” name.