Slone comments on Becky Tuch's review of The America Dissident. In Tuch's observation about "the language is often prosaic, the message as clear as a bludgeon to the head," Slone rationalizes that most poets do not write dissident verse, which is why he likes the rare poet who bludgeons. In that sense, the message becomes clarity incarnate, taboo for bourgeois poets. Art for art saking is evidently not the purpose of The American Dissident, but rather that of bourgeois poets. In the comment about the journal as little more than "libertarian propaganda," he argues that Tuch fails to present a precise example of her coined term and her accusation serves to divert attention from truth. It would be pertinent if Tuch underscored a precise example of a LIE appearing in The American Dissident.