Saturday, June 30, 2007

No, Tell Us How You Really Feel...

Bill Moyers gets on the couch and free associates about Rupert Murdoch...

...he is to propriety what the Marquis de Sade was to chastity.

...Mae West would be green with envy at his little black book of conquests.

...But he's accustomed to using journalism as a personal spittoon.

...Murdoch is just the predator of the hour.

...he's carnivorous: all appetite and no taste. He'll eat anything in his path.


Running out of analogies he turns to Shakespeare...
...he turned the dogs of war loose in the newsrooms of his empire and they howled for blood.

Forsooth.
And then a final massive irony alert...
His worst offense with Fox news is not even its baldly partisan agenda. Far worse is the travesty he's made of its journalism.

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