During the lazy lacuna of the 2005 Christmas break, the Australian “silly season” was suddenly interrupted by the serious when the country’s richest man, media magnate Kerry Packer, died of kidney failure. One of the most influential, colorful and controversial figures in Australia, Packer’s death marked the end of a momentous era.
The rich require an abundant supply of the poor.
Remember Stripes, Bill Murray’s take on American self-esteem after Vietnam? “We’re American soldiers!” Murray famously joked. “We’ve been kicking ass for 200 years! We’re 10-1!” Well, make it 10-2. Which begs the question: exactly how much is this postwar period going to suck?
Rupert Murdoch has come to secure a firm and powerful grip around the throat of the United Kingdom’s media. The self-described “billionaire tyrant” now controls nearly 40 percent of the national press, owns one of the world’s biggest book publishers, and has monopoly control over the country’s satellite television service.
Styrofoam faces smiled facetiously. Lauren wanted to say that she knew all along and that she was just kidding too and that she was just being stupid or funny or both, but she just giggled along with them as her cheeks melted. She didn’t know what was going on, but she quickly concluded that these girls were much more experienced in life than she was.
Targeted by insurgent groups, denied help from the US army, the Iraqis who cast their lot with America are being kidnapped and executed every day, and no news report or televised pleas of help have caused a stir in the American conscience.
“It’s nice to be naughty,” claims the buxom hotty in a certain widely disseminated ad for True.com, one of online dating’s biggest players. It’s the sort of oxymoronic sentiment that encapsulates, at least in spirit, the seemingly two-faced practices of a company that has been raising the hackles of its competitors in an industry struggling with stagnant revenues.
“When I was a boy,” Donat said, “I was afraid of falling into the sky. And you? Were you ever afraid of falling into the sky?” I made no reply. The idea was absurd. No one falls into the sky, and surely even as a child I had sense enough not to fear such a thing.