WHERE IN THE HELL DOES RUPERT MURDOCH’S SON GET OFF?
We can thank Rupert Murdoch for “tabloiding” not only the press but also television. Single-handedly in less than fifty years he has brought the media down to its lowest common denominator. Sure to illiterates and low lives, he is their man, but to people with half a brain, we are saddened to have witnessed the overall decline in the standards of newspapers and today watching the likes of a Katie Couric reading, yes reading the CBS 6.30 news. There is no question it has Walter Cronkite, the greatest of all television journalists, yes I use that word “journalist” sparingly, literally turning in his grave.
The greatest credible global media institution on earth even today, known for its integrity and no-nonsense approach of feeding the world with accurate news and current events is the British government-owned BBC. They recently received a roasting from Murdoch’s cocky, short-assed and equally ugly little son, James in a prepared speech to an invited kiss-ass audience in Edinburgh of all places. Little Jimmy who couldn’t even graduate from high school, let alone attend college, has become heir apparent by default after his elder brother, Lachlan, told the father to take his job and shove it! Nepotism has its place in Newscorp, because patriarch Murdoch all his business life has surrounded himself with ass-lickers in readiness for three of his tribe of kids (maybe five if his new Chinese wife gets her way with her brood of two) to duke it out amongst themselves who takes over the mantle. With Lachlan out of the picture, it is now between sister, Elisabeth and him.
Sure the BBC is government funded and also supplemented by a license fee paid by viewers and listeners. What makes that such a good deal is some of the channels and radio stations are devoid of maddening advertising. You can actually sit down and watch a superbly produced BBC documentary without interruption. I will readily concede the BBC today still tries to keep to its “high brow” ideals of not only entertaining its viewers and audience, but also informing and actually educating them. Murdoch’s media companies are all about ratings to grab as much advertising revenue as possible and PPV. Once upon a time the BBC had the contract for British football and well spoken and intelligent commentators were part and parcel of the presentation. Dirt-bag Murdoch came along and offered money, big money. The BBC were dumped and today the commentators’ box is full of people with almost unintelligible regional accents and because of Murdoch’s “dirty” money, most of the Premier teams are lucky to field just one English born player. In fact Arsenal could be the national team of the Cameroons!
Jimmy Murdoch, the wrinkled prune to be lookalike of his father, reading his teleprompter speech from the podium “ordered” the British government to immediately dismantle the BBC and let market forces take over. Coming from a thinly educated little jerk, whose powers of concentration would barely match his three year old son, I am still stunned over the audacity of the man. Compare the daily contribution of the BBC to British life and its global audience to that of Newscorp dishing out to the world, this clone/puppet of Murdoch senior not only receives a huge ridiculing laugh from me but two thumbs down. Nice try, you nasty bastard, but you “betcha”, thanks to the BBC I don’t think the intelligence of the average Brit has yet declined to the levels of red neck Alaska, even though Sarah Palin can see Russia from her front yard!
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