Rupert Murdoch: one of the two things I loathe mostby Peter Jay / July 20, 2011 / Leave a comment
Published in August 2011 issue of Prospect Magazine
Just occasionally, as the long shadows of geriatric melancholy creep upon one, something happens that is so astonishingly comforting as to persuade one that a fairytale ending is still possible and that just maybe all will indeed live happily ever after. In this vein I was recently heard to be giving thanks to Almighty God that He had spared me long enough for me to able to behold the present double miracle of the seeming destruction in the same month of the two things I loathe most: the euro and Rupert Murdoch, both brought low by their own fatal flaws.
Is it not, I mused, incumbent on us, as bidden by the immortal Gibbon, to adore the mysterious dispensations of providence when we find that the Almighty, having thus afflicted us—no doubt for our sins—for so long, has in his infinite mercy and in a single season relented and, we must hope, spared us further suffering?
My euro-hate is simple. I see it as an evident device to impose such designer dysfunctionality on the euro-land economies as to generate successive crises which then justify demands for ever greater centralisation of power and money in the EU, until eventually a Bonapartist third empire rules on the continent as Greater France.