Rupert Murdoch is my hero. You whiney losers can badmouth him all you want, but he represents self-actualization and will to power. I want to install a statue of him on the town square of Galtsville. Reading about him reminds me of when I was 14 and discovered Rand and Nietzsche in the same month. What an intellectual high point. Ever since, I’ve been full of passionate conviction.

He’s possibly surpassed by the guys who run the NYT. Murdoch only upset a dead girl’s family. And he got in trouble for it. But the Times sponsored a trillion dollar war with something like a million casualties and displaced persons. They also threw a Presidential election by sitting on a major story. As one of my favorite characters said “The purity! The puuuuuurity of that!”

But they are human, with human flaws. Sometimes you want something more impersonal and generalized. Luckily the universe has provided us with a source of immutable truth we can always have faith in: the unregulated Free Market. The market’s verdict is clear that one upset family is negligible compared to the gains from peddling their misery.