You remember Max, don't you?
Had the embarrassment of a lifetime a few years back when some of the Rupert Murdoch papers ran a story about him cavorting with half a dozen hookers kitted out in Nazi regalia.
That's one of the differences between the truly rich and us regular guys; they can afford a half dozen hookers at a time.
But I digress. No matter how distastefull ones pedigree, your private pants-off time should be yours and it should be private. That rule obtains regardless of how rich you are or how gauche your tastes. Rupert Murdoch gleefully broke that rule with his front page expose of Mosley's hobby.
Mosley sued and won, but he's not done with Murdoch. He's offering to foot the legal bills for any Brit politico who wants to take on Murdoch.
Murdoch has pretty much had his way with the British political elite for quite some time now. It'll be interesting to see what sort of sordid revelations this generous Mosley initiative scares out of the underbrush.
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