Rupert Murdoch Is Chuck D.
There's something about Rupert Murdoch's bid for Dow Jones that makes it irresistible for columnists and media observers to engage in tortured literary analogies. On Friday, HuffPo's Jason Linkins compared the news that the Bancroft family would meet with the man who was bidding for their property to a Tennessee Williams play; this morning, David Carr sees it as something out of a Jane Austen novel. (It's kind of understandable: Recall that on the day the offer was announced, the New York Observer saw the deal as Dickens' Marley, dead to start with.) Still, we think there's a more apt analogy that everyone's missing: This story is pretty much exactly what Public Enemy described in "You're Gonna Get Yours," the lead cut from their 1987 major-label debut, Yo! Bum Rush The Show.
Murdoch is, of course, the "subject of suckers, object of hate," in spite of the fact that his Oldsmobile Ninety-Eight (News Corp.) is indeed "fly" and "bulletproof." And while suckers (Journal staffers) may have the "nerve and gall to talk about" the car "while they're walking tall," his two-thirds-over premium bid for Dow Jones (which includes The Wall Street Journal, "the ultimate homeboy car" of business journalism), does indeed "blow them all away."
While certain elder members of the Bancroft clan did "call [him] a punk," Murdoch "took their girls and got them to thrill [him]." Today, when the Bancrofts step outside and get in his ride, Murdoch may try to dazzle them with "tinted windows"—so superbad—but beware, whatever he says, eventually he'll "rub his boomerang because he's feeling proud," and will not even recall what promises he made about editorial independence 'cause his radio's loud. His Ninety-Eight Oldsmobile's like good stuff.