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James Murdoch has found a new way to disgust me...
Okay, he seems like an outright horrible person in every possible way anyway.
But when his father Rupert gets attacked by a protester (and by the way: top work, dude, attacking a man in his seventies - you're a real hero there), the following things happen:
- Rupert's wife Wendi lunges at the protester, defending her husband.
- Police move in and grab the protester.
- James bitches at police for not defending his father better.
Question, James: Given that you are younger not only than your father, but also, as far as I can see, the protester, and I think you're younger than Wendi Murdoch and you're definitely bigger and almost certainly stronger, where the hell were you?
I mean, I could already easily believe that this business, with the phone-hacking and bribery and so on, was something Rupert knew nothing about and James knew everything about, anyway.
But my father is 61, and is still pretty much a strong and hearty man, unbent by age, whereas I am a woman with a chronic shoulder injury and stuff. Despite these facts, if someone was lunging at my father out of a crowd in similar circumstances (not that that would ever happen, because MY dad has PRINCIPLES), I would be part of the crowd crash-tackling the bastard to the floor, possibly taking the opportunity to land with one knee firmly on his testicles if I could manage it.
James Murdoch's instinct is apparently to watch it happen and then complain.
I have no words. It's not even that my mother now reads this periodically and I don't want to swear excessively, it's that no combination of swearwords or oaths seems sufficient. I could call him a putrescent scumsucker, a vile stain on the mouldering liquescent residue of human dignity, and a shit-breathed knucklefucking cocksocket, and none of it seems like enough.
The thing is, the depths of this scandal are foul in a way that I don't think anyone saw coming. The News of the World hacking scandal has been known for years, and regularly came up in the pages of Private Eye, and it was... a thing. But then you find out about things like listening to the voicemail that poor Dowler girl, and you think, wow, that's as low as that can go, and then you find out about deleting messages, and you think, okay, that's monstrous, that's disgusting and shocking and vile, and then you find out that while they were deleting messages, they interviewed her mother, who mentioned the deleted messages, and they asked her about that and how that gave her hope her daughter was still alive, and nobody, nobody at all, decided at that point that hey, maybe this was getting a bit too deeply horrific here...
... and at that point you're just out of words, and out of emotional range, because it went to the extreme of how horrified you could be by people's actions to sell a fucking newspaper and then it kept on going.
And that is why I am going to despise James Murdoch for not protecting his elderly father. Because that is in the range of things I can find human enough to react to at all.
But when his father Rupert gets attacked by a protester (and by the way: top work, dude, attacking a man in his seventies - you're a real hero there), the following things happen:
- Rupert's wife Wendi lunges at the protester, defending her husband.
- Police move in and grab the protester.
- James bitches at police for not defending his father better.
Question, James: Given that you are younger not only than your father, but also, as far as I can see, the protester, and I think you're younger than Wendi Murdoch and you're definitely bigger and almost certainly stronger, where the hell were you?
I mean, I could already easily believe that this business, with the phone-hacking and bribery and so on, was something Rupert knew nothing about and James knew everything about, anyway.
But my father is 61, and is still pretty much a strong and hearty man, unbent by age, whereas I am a woman with a chronic shoulder injury and stuff. Despite these facts, if someone was lunging at my father out of a crowd in similar circumstances (not that that would ever happen, because MY dad has PRINCIPLES), I would be part of the crowd crash-tackling the bastard to the floor, possibly taking the opportunity to land with one knee firmly on his testicles if I could manage it.
James Murdoch's instinct is apparently to watch it happen and then complain.
I have no words. It's not even that my mother now reads this periodically and I don't want to swear excessively, it's that no combination of swearwords or oaths seems sufficient. I could call him a putrescent scumsucker, a vile stain on the mouldering liquescent residue of human dignity, and a shit-breathed knucklefucking cocksocket, and none of it seems like enough.
The thing is, the depths of this scandal are foul in a way that I don't think anyone saw coming. The News of the World hacking scandal has been known for years, and regularly came up in the pages of Private Eye, and it was... a thing. But then you find out about things like listening to the voicemail that poor Dowler girl, and you think, wow, that's as low as that can go, and then you find out about deleting messages, and you think, okay, that's monstrous, that's disgusting and shocking and vile, and then you find out that while they were deleting messages, they interviewed her mother, who mentioned the deleted messages, and they asked her about that and how that gave her hope her daughter was still alive, and nobody, nobody at all, decided at that point that hey, maybe this was getting a bit too deeply horrific here...
... and at that point you're just out of words, and out of emotional range, because it went to the extreme of how horrified you could be by people's actions to sell a fucking newspaper and then it kept on going.
And that is why I am going to despise James Murdoch for not protecting his elderly father. Because that is in the range of things I can find human enough to react to at all.