Is that a Death? and are there two?
Is Death that woman's mate?
With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge, but that passage from his 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' sprung to mind when seeing the photos of Rebekah Brooks and Rupert Murdoch during the recent phone hacking trials in Britain. The Media Mogul's fiery haired conduit to the powerful has emerged from the Old Bailey, free.
The failure of the trial to bring to account those in control has signalled the death of quality journalism. Death and his henchpersons are free to plunder. Your news is still their profit, even if they have to steal it from your phone first. Is there no stopping this media juggernaught?
I despair at the fact that Chief Editors and CEOs get huge salaries because they are allegedly accountable and take all the risk, and then walk free with million pound payouts. Meanwhile the humble workers (journalists in this case) face all the prosecution, dismissal, and even jail.
Mr 'oh so humble' Murdoch cannot be trusted. If your media business is in his sights, then be prepared to have all its integrity and life sucked out. Death's reach is limitless.