If you haven’t been following the sordid saga of the decline, disgrace, and delamination of Rupert Murdoch’s media empire, you’ve missed the single most significant media story in this still-young century. Google “News of the World” and sit back. So far, not only Murdoch himself has been reduced to sniveling, but two of his top corporate people, the knighted leader of Scotland Yard, and the British prime minister have been humiliated. Here
Thanks to this scandal, the Times Of London, which is to Great Britain what the New York Times is to America, has been thoroughly embarrassed, as well as the scandal-mongering tabloid News of the World. And it’s only just started. Murdoch’s shit-stained paws are all over the Wall Street Journal and FAUX News, too. It just might be the end of an eras.
And good riddance, because what we’re learning is that the complex conspiracy of silence purchased with Murdoch’s money binding the tabloids, politicians, and police at the highest levels ensured a measure of corruption protected by a conspiracy of silence, the absolute enemy of a free citizenry. If these puke and garbage had their way, Great Britain would be little more than another banana republic, minus the tarantulas. The 8-legged ones, anyway.
(Damn. That’s good prose. Post of the month material, right Rick?)
As an Anglophobe this thrills me no end, but the real wrinkle-eradicator is the appearance of Rebekah Brooks, until last week Murdoch’s champion and lightning rod. Not a single news article in the last month has neglected to mention her fabulous mane of red hair, gloriously topping her Charlie Brown round head and framing her masculine face. Look!
There is scarcely a story about her in the British press that does not dwell on her magnificent mane. The tabloids refer to her unfailingly as a “flame-haired temptress”; the broadsheets—the more up-market newspapers that affect a disdain for the tabs—as “Titian-tressed” or “Pre-Raphaelite.”–Newsweek
This is precisely right: those of us smitten with the fetish of the rose are ass over teacup in love with her, fully aware that she is evil incarnate. No good scandal worth its salt exists without a Leading Lady and Our Ms. Brooks is a clean-up batting game-changer. She proudly puts the Me in Media.
The tentacles of the scandal have spread across the pond: the FBI is intrigued, and editors of the Murdoch-owned Wall Street Journal are already instructing their flaks to find a way to blame Obama, Democrats, and socialists for their troubles.
Tune in,folks. You’ll not see a show like this again.