The media in this country are continuously reminding us all what a bunch of spineless, yes men they really are. Many of them are employed either directly or indirectly by that foul, putrid, Skeletor tribute artist, Rupert Murdoch. This utterly loathsome man is like a spider at the centre of a gigantic web: a web that at one time was called ‘the British press’. Fleet Street, and all that.
But then this repugnant semi-human being from a former colony took over the tabloids here and the rest is history.
The hacks that he employs live in fear of him and will only write what he wants them to write, to stray from his dictatorial narrative is to put your head above the parapet - and none of them have the guts to stand up to him.
This is why every tabloid and downmarket tv programme in this country is geared towards promoting the Redshirts over and above everybody else. Because the reptilian megalomaniac tells them too.
We’ll probably never know for sure exactly how and why his favouritism benefits him, but rest assured, there is something decidedly sinister going on...there always is with Murdoch.