Interesting stuff here.
And there’s a line from an old management book (Robert Townsend’s “Up the Organisation”). About how a great salesman gets promoted to being a sales manager and is left there in the central office not knowing what the fuck he’s doing. Great at charming the customers but not as a manager of those who do (akin to the lesson of that other great management book, The Peter Principle).
Taibbi can, on his day, produce prose of the most remarkable wonder. I still recall a piece of his in The Exile (in fact, I think it was the one before that, the one that went spectacularly bust) from the mid-90s where the central set up is Yeltsin waking up after a cocaine binge and wondering what the hell has happened to the Soviet Union?
His economics isn’t so hot but no one has everything.
But his ability to do that isn’t necessarily an indication of his ability to manage an organisation and a budget. Which is what seems to have happened here. The assumption was made that because he can write that he can manage.