Just because Mr. Moyer has a price why does he assume that everyone else does? Be logical: the last thing a billionaire needs is more money. And because Mr. Snyder doesn't share Mr. Moyer's perspective--when Mr. Snyder's view is the only one that really matters as he is the private owner of the franchise so his word literally is the law--Mr. Moyer advocates a payoff (a.k.a. a bribe). And does Mr. Moyer reach into his own deep pockets to follow through on his own advice? No, of course not, Mr. Moyer expects to use someone else's resources to achieve his politically correct objective. Indeed, Mr. Moyer must be an Obama Kool-Aid drinker. Or maybe he was drinking something stronger when he wrote his fantasy piece. Mr. Moyer certainly has a talent for discounting or ignoring the facts: per his own Washington Post poll two-thirds of Washingtonians advocate no name change, but that's not good enough for Mr. Moyer because some hypothetical group of people with a drop of Native American blood in their veins might be offended by a name that has been in use for 80 years. But as Mr. Moyer has already disregarded private property rights I suspect it was very easy for him to neglect to mention this historical fact in his column. The fact is people vote with their feet and their wallets and if the hypothetically negative connotations of the name mattered consumers would have rejected the team long ago. Further, the fallacious idea that a name change would actually increase merchandise sales is laughable on its face: with a losing record (another one of those pesky facts Mr. Moyer consistently ignores) I assure him that no one is running out to buy a celebratory t-shirt regardless of the name. Mr. Moyer's column would have been more honest--and grounded in a semblance of reality--if he advocated Snyder paying off the supposedly 'injured party' assuming he could actually find them. That is, I suspect, what they are really looking for. The fact that Mr. Moyer cannot impose his Utopian ideals on others must cause him, and his boot-licking masters at the Post, a great deal of discomfort. In my view, his suffering is my just desserts.