WHITE PLAINS, NY - The news this week, that Rupert
Murdoch is not fit to run News Corp as Chairman and CEO, has hit Murdoch pretty
hard according to close friends and business acquaintances. Not one to let any
moss grow under his feet, however, Murdoch has already made a major decision on
the heels of this latest criticism of his mental stability.
“Ok, so they think I’m not fit, huh?” said the veteran newsman
from his suite at the Sun Acres Sanitarium in White Plains, NY. “Well, I’ll
show them who’s boss,” he smiled broadly as his round-the-clock quality living
assistant mopped a bit of drool from the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve decided to go back to my roots. Write the simple
stuff only a simpleton can write. Why, just the other day, three of our
residents went missing for a bit. Alzheimer’s or some other type of memory
problem…I thought to myself—actually, asked myself as I’m wont to do lately due
to the voices in my head urging me to converse more—‘Who the hell needs to read
about a missing person story?’ Hell, in this place, you can practically set
your watch by someone going missing every damned hour. News? Not likely,”
snarled the uncommonly lucid media magnate.
He continued his tirade. “Now you give the masses a
missing persons story involving three separate missing persons gone missing all
at once, and throw in an alien spacecraft to jazz up the story a bit and that,
my friends, is NEWS,” he said gleefully as the nurses came in to check his
sheets.
Murdoch says he had an epiphany. “I’ll never be able to
escape the news and will probably be writing my own obituary, but if I play my
cards right, I can escape prosecution.”
Murdoch figures that by using his time to publish a
little rag in this Podunk corner of the world until the heat subsides, it might
just convince everyone he must be nuts.
“Besides,” he said, “sure beats the hell out of
crocheting lap blankets.”
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