Foreword :Wishing not to inflict upon any of my regular readers that face, there will be no pictures of Trump in this post.
Meanwhile onto the business at hand
Trump sues Murdoch for $10 billion over WSJ story on Epstein birthday letter
- President Donald Trump sued Rupert Murdoch for libel after his Wall Street Journal published an article saying Trump sent Jeffrey Epstein a “bawdy” letter for Epstein’s 50th birthday.
- The Journal reported that the letter, allegedly sent in 2003, was among documents included in evidence assembled by federal criminal investigators as part of their probe of Epstein.
- Trump and Epstein had been friends, but fell out years before Epstein was arrested on charges of child sex trafficking in 2019.”
Such a fuss over something that happened 22 years ago, and would normally be handed over to staff Spinners to formulate a carefully crafted statement which balances between apologetic, putting in perspective ‘of the time’ and a long character assassination of someone who can’t answer back. A brief neutral but dignified mumble by the President. Then brush under the carpet and move on.
However thanks to Trump’s mammoth over reaction we can but refer to and adapt a line from Shakespeare’s Hamlet spoken by Queen Gertrude:
“The fellow doth protest too much, methinks”
The outburst and explosion is from the guy who after he had been found guilty of 34 counts involving hush money to a lady known as Stormy Daniels referred to her as a wack-job. Which in a post-trial atmosphere demonstrates a complete lack of dignity and maturity to a stunning degree. And we are left yet again with the notion that from Trump facts are what he decides they are and once more he can be as adolescently rude as he likes even when found out because he is so put-upon (boo-hoo)
In a flurry of outrage at having his world poked at yet again, he intends to do conflict with the Murdoch empire; itself hardly a champion of Liberal Democracy and Fair Play.
Thus to use another quote from The Bard, this time from Hamlet, Mercutio’s dying words:
“A plague o’ both your houses!”
It remains to say
Buy your popcorn now folks, there might be a rush on it.* (No, that wasn’t one of Shakespeare’s- he gets Italics)
Unless someone backs down, but whoever it is, their stock will fall (it Murdoch’s case- literally)
- Being British I will of course have tea and a biscuit (or three)
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