Leroy wrote on May 14
th, 2026 at 8:12pm:
lee wrote on May 14
th, 2026 at 6:13pm:
Sprintcyclist wrote on May 14
th, 2026 at 5:47pm:
Fake news did not exist, before trump.
Didn't it?
Hey at least he admits there is fake news.
Just so. When we pointed out the Murdoch media might be a tad fake, our board's owner shrieked SO UNFAIR !!!
Since then, the UK Levison enquiry, the US Fox/Dominion settlement, the studio/media-arm sell-off, three divorces and the poor guy clinging onto life, trying to keep the dregs of a dying media empire in the hands of his four favourite kids, who have all stopped talking to him without their lawyers present, the only income-generating stream being that of Fox (so-called) News.
At the time, FD posted news solely from
the Australian. Presumably, if he could read it himself, he knew it was paywalled to the rest of us, or simply didn't care.
FD probably grew up reading the comics in the
Adelaide Advertiser. This was Rupert's first gig as a media magnate, well before the Sydney Daily Tele, the creation of the Australian, the move to London, the purchase of the Sun, the Mirror, the
Times of all newspapers, onwards and upwards to America, the Boston Times, the New York Post, the Wall Street Journal at his peak, even if he couldn't grasp the rabbit at the top of the pole, the
New York Times.
Instead, Rupert got stuck with Fox News, the media arm for which he will be remembered for all time. And instead of a Reagan or a Thatcher to control and whisper to, he got a Trump.
As Rupert discovered, no one can whisper to Trump. No one can even get a word in, he never shuts up. Like everybody else who's ever had a call with the guy, Rupert knows - and says to anybody who'll listen: the guy's a total moron.
And that, Leroy, is the legacy Rupert leaves behind. In the next year or two, when you get to read the Murdoch obituaries, remember this post. It will be repeated by all the mainstream sources, most of which you'll call fake.
No doubt FD will post a link to the Australian's obituary. If we ask for the text, he'll advise us to do our own homework.
Cunning, no?