Murdoch To WSJ Staff: "Baby, Please Don't Go!"

He's creepy.

Kooky.

Mysteriously spooky.

And not in a good way.


Rupert Murdoch, who crossed his (cough) heart (cough) and promised not to muck around with the Wall St Journal after buying it, has been phoning reporters and begging them not to bolt for the door (trans. for leftwing-like employers who offer better healthcare plans and salaries).

Hm. Wasn't Rupert's deal contingent on not taking a hands-on approach (trans. turning his new rag into another Hydra arm of his rightwingnut empire)?

And just how do the WSJ reporters feel about Murdoch?

In the newsroom, posters reflecting the mixed feelings have gone up. They feature a dotted black-and-white portrait of Murdoch as he has appeared in the Journal's pages, accompanied by the homespun headline "Show Us The Money."

Typical. No integrity there. For loony lefty workplace ideals more money and better health care, wingnut WSJers would whore out their own mothers.

Creepy is as creepy works for creeps.

In case you were wondering, there are no good guys in this story.




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