Thursday, September 21, 2023

It’s Lonely At The Top

Uneasy lies the head beneath the crown. Or just unresolved issues:
Murdoch's fiery internal note sent to all staff on Thursday: "Elites have open contempt for those who are not members of their rarefied class. Most of the media is in cahoots with those elites, peddling political narratives rather than pursuing the truth."
Judges would also accept: “Everybody hates me, nobody loves me, I’m gonna eat some worms.”

Or just the obvious observation that it’s far easier to get sympathy when you can identify a group others can easily hate, too. “Elites,” after all, do not have gender, race, color, or creed in common. They’re just the ones who look down on “us.” No one can blame you for looking down on them.

Indeed, this reminds me of an ad showing a white-haired man in a corner office with a young assistant standing at his elbow as he announces he’s doing whatever the ad is selling (which involves, IIRC, getting it cheaper), and he concludes: “It’s just my way of sticking it to the man!” To which the startled assistant replies, bewildered: “But I thought you were The Man, sir?”

Third alternative: Rupert Murdoch really is that insecure and self-centered and overly concerned with himself. Sad, really.

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