It is incredible that this moment has come upon the Murdoch family Mafia.
There should be no doubt that families such as this, crime dynasties, live by violence to each other. It is perfectly normal, for them, to visit violence upon others. They are frankly baffled by any resistance or objection, because their sophisticated rationalisations seem perfectly reasonable to themselves.
How interesting that this entails blindness and very selective memory. And how amusing it is that when memory has been committed to something more tangible than the tacit agreement of conspirators, the collusion of the amorphous 'organisation', then, like a trashed news paper, it must be binned. There you go with that tenacious commitment to the truth.
But no real surprise that the visceral feeling is that of two fingers up. For all the salaciousness we have enjoyed, the enjoyment of turning on the tyrant who has drip fed us is far greater. Did Murdoch really think he could continue to intimidate everyone in public life, turning one person, one section, against another, without there being a backlash?
That is the model of his family, so he would expect that, yes. He would expect the whole world to respond as his children. Where not one of them knows who they are, whether they are the father, brother, mother or some one of his many wives, before they could even contemplate what it might mean to be themselves. Frankly, that form of psychosis is too complex for most people to model for ever. In the long tradition of the London brigand, the irreverent brutalised thug of the London streets, it was OK at News International, but the family romance broke through in the form of the Dowlers. There is a form of historical sanity in that. And self preservation.
This country is not Greece or Italy. Not quite, not yet. This country has just bought itself a few more years. Only a few. What creates the mendacity of Murdoch is the vulture of capitalism circling around his head.