by Patrick Appel
Wilkinson has a theory:
It seems small to begrudge the great man the sum of our eager ritual offerings. So who gives a fig if he doesn't shower his billions upon worthy causes, or write self-flagellating op-eds demanding to pay more in taxes? Never mind the patent thuggery. Never mind the miseries of Foxconn. An iPhone is a small enchanting comfort in a harsh, disenchanting world. We'll make Mr Jobs even richer, if he gives us a chance.
But what about the guys who get rich digging oil out of the ground so we can charge our iPhones? Stick it to 'em, the greedy bastards.
All of which is to say, our intuitions about economic desert and fair distribution are…complicated.
The Dish 