What a dog’s dinner of an internal Newscorp House Mag The Times has become. Yesterday (3.2.10) the front page lead was about a ‘Tory plan’ to effect a ‘leadership revolution’ at the BBC. The piece was content-free piss and wind from beginning to end.
Far be it from me to suggest that the article might have had anything to do with the Murdoch family’s determination to neuter the BBC and thus give a free hand to Skyschlock (Incorporated in China, Australia and America).
It was followed by a page two Leader aligning itself with the New Labour bully-boys who drove out independent BBC management, and further by a two-page propaganda spread on pages six and seven (‘BBC Trust living on borrowed time’).
Roop and chip-off-the-old-schlock James have now aligned themselves with The Other Lot. Perhaps this is why I can’t bring myself to vote for either main Party: after all, Campbell soundbites versus Cameroon soundbites isn’t so much a choice, as penalties at the end of a goalless ninety minutes in the Isthmian League.
In case this piece be seen as unfair, let me list today’s Times highlights.
Solar firestorm threat to 2012 games. (Sci-fi drivel devoid of empirical analysis from start to finish)
Pregnant women no less forgetful than other people
Cartoon of crudely ugly Clare Short standing on Tony Blair’s testicles
Seven tips for entrepreneurs (‘Take advantage of a changing market’)
16-page supplement on why education is wonderful
Victoria Beckham’s bunions have put feet firmly on the national agenda
Why can’t we give classical the same pizzazz as pop?
Five-star review for Caprica sci-fi dross (Oddly enough, on Sky1)
A once great newspaper which spoke for a civilising empire has been reduced to a heap of two-syllable rubbish with the mean reading age of a fourteen year-old. And more than any one other human being, this is the work of a mensa-intelligent thug.
The malign influence of the Murdoch dynasty is more than the obsession of a precious elite: it is the opiate of that very broken Britain David Cameron says he wants to fix. The pater familias Rupert hates Britain, and cares only for personal power over others. Thatcher stupidly admired him, Blair stuck everything protruding from his body up the bloke, but Cameron lacks the guile to do either – and thus knows only how to lie down while the tanks roll over him.
Those of us writing online should be clear about the need for libertarian, anti-Globalist sentiment to unite against this unpleasant understain of a family. Hesitation will deliver us not only unto those Jackboot-on-the-face regimes with which they are more than happy to do business, but also into the arms of men with jutting foreheads, shaven heads and beer-bellies.