I watched with disgust, Rupert Murdoch being “humble” in front of the Parliamentary inquisition. He and his son must have agreed, during a session of media training and coaching on how to look your best, to appear humble. Even more, to appear to be forthcoming, willing to share their angst and publicly parade their “shame.”
A good show. Unless you simply don’t believe Murdoch. I don’t.
I am currently engrossed in reading “The First Tycoon” a Pulitzer Prize winning biography of Cornelius Vanderbilt.
During the late stages of his life he became a railroad baron, selling off his steamship lines to concentrate on a new source of wealth. According to the biographer, Vanderbilt was a man of honour, honour that is, in the context of the times. The times were the “robber baron” years, the railroad magnates like Gould and Harriman and the beginning of the great America wealth and economic dominance.
A New York State Assemblyman asked Vanderbilt how involved he was in day-to-day management of his railroad empire. The Vanderbilt response: “I don’t manage anything. We have our superintendents etc. who attend to those matters,”
The author goes on with: “What Vanderbilt did was set general policies, as well as the overall tone of management. ANY CORPORATION HAS AN INTERNAL CULTURE SHAPED BY THE DEMANDS, DIRECTIVES, AND EXPECTATIONS THAT RAIN DOWN FROM ABOVE!!
I am hoping that I won’t pursue this subject further. Murdoch is being, at very least, disingenuous, and worst, a cockeyed liar! He knows everything that goes on in his empire. Its part of the man he is. He can’t separate himself from the criminal sleaziness. He is a micro-manager. Even his son dances to daddy’s tune.
Heaven help us if the British Parliament joins in the Murdoch two-step.
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