A real life example of the kind of pressures even less well-known organs of the mainstream media face, from L. Reichard White at lewrockwell.com:
How Las Vegas casinos eclipsed The Sun
I don’t like to admit I have role models, but, well, in Bill’s case, maybe just a little.
That’s “Wild” Bill Kaysing.
He lives in a camper, writes really odd things, and no one knows where he is, what he’s writing or when he’ll show up next. That’s probably where the “Wild” came from.
So Jimmy calls and wants Larry and me to go with him to a meeting with Hank Greenspun, legendary maverick ground-floor Israeli freedom-fighter and owner and publisher of The Las Vegas Sun, the smaller of the two major Las Vegas newspapers at the time.
This is seriously unusual. Larry and I’ve been doing a lot of the Nevada L.P. media work and Mr. Greenspun is unavailable except to V.I.Ps, crack feature writers, and star reporters, which we aren’t.
“How did you manage that?” I ask Jimmy. That’s James Libertarian Burns, by the way. He added the middle name because that was the only way he could get “Libertarian” on the ballot.
“I didn’t. He called me.”
Jimmy had met both Kaysing and Greenspun before. This was my first exposure.
Both men struck me as sincere. Greenspun had a certain smoldering but controlled fire going on somewhere. Part of it at least was an old grudge against the I.R.S. from when they’d interfered with his freedom-fighting.
As far as the I.R.S. goes, join the crowd.
Wild Bill came complete with scruffy western boots — riding heels — and a bolo string-tie with turquoise. He was extremely informal, relaxed, and personable. And dangerous. He didn’t like the I.R.S. either — and knew what to do about it.
The short version is that, as a flesh-and-blood American individual, you are NOT required to pay corporate income tax, which is what the I.R.S. collects from you. Or, I should say, which you volunteer to pay.