Chicken Murdoch in the Pot

(Bastille Day)
The Don wouldn't face The Committee. So the committee has issued summonses for the whole crew. Murdoch and Junior, plus Brooks. Sweet. Why so coy if they've got so little to hide?

The entire character of the stinking Murdoch/Thatcher Era is summed up by his cowardice today at the prospect of facing the Culture Committee. The cowardice of the bully who is past his power. Just as the Murdoch/Thatcher era was the time when the power of the media he owned was at its peak. And his monopolisation of it allowed him to brutalise the culture in the name of his and  Thatcher's free-market primitivism.
Give the power of information away free, as the internet does, and corporate monopoly and power crumbles.

Buk! Buk-buk-buk! Buk! Buk-buk-buk! Buk! Buk-buk-buk! Buk! Buk-buk-buk!