In the shipwreck of journalism, Rupert Murdoch wasn’t the only media mogul to clamor for war.
If Rupert Murdoch were the Angel Gabriel, you still wouldn’t want him owning the sun, the moon, and the stars. That’s too much prime real estate for even the pure in heart.
But Rupert Murdoch is no saint; he is to propriety what the Marquis de Sade was to chastity.
Murdoch is just the predator of the hour.
The modern maestro of a financial marketplace ruled by money and moguls.
Instead of checking the excesses of private and public power,
these 21st century barons of the First Amendment revel in them;
the public be damned.