All I see is a sick, dying, out-of-touch dinosaur declaring he's going to open up a can of whoop ass. I'll wait an hour, the dinosaur will have cockroaches eating its brain. The network was the computer decades ago, and Gates and Co somehow convinced the mentally weak all the power was at the desktop. Please die now.
While on the subject of Murdoch, I might as well promote my book, which specifically mentions the Rupert Murdoch archetype as a class to be eliminated in a future fictional scenario: TechnologyTexting KIDS: Subvert Primitive Ways, Invent Writing and Metal, and Delete Financiers like T Boone Pickens .
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