Evil Genius

Hate him or loathe him, you've gotta give the Dirty Digger some credit, eh?

At a stroke, he's turned the game around. Snatched yet another victory from the jaws of de thick.

He's taken the heat off himself and his pet politicians (yeah, of both colours).

He's decontaminated the brand. Yeah, there won't be a News of the World anymore, there'll just be an almost-identical red top, produced by News International, full of tits and made-up footballer shagging.

He's retained his trusted senior staff - there'll be a little extra something in Rebekah's pay packet this year when she's launched the Soaraway Sunday Sun, won't there?

He's got rid of ten tons of deadwood staff - he can now cherry pick the good 'uns and offer them jobs elsewhere: mostly likely on the new Soaraway Sunday Sun, eh? As for the rest? The B Team? Sorry, chum, nothing we can do: blame the politicians..

And best of all? He's made the sanctimonious, driveling twitter mob think THEY won. Power to the people! Fuckwits. When they've finished crowing, perhaps they'll shut the fuck up for a bit. That's the only good thing that could come out of this.

Other than that, it's Rupert and Rebekah, grinning all over their smug fucking faces, as they continue to pay scumbags to go through the bins.

Evil fucking genius...


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