Who is Rupert Murdoch

Keith Rupert Murdoch ( MUR-dok; born 11 March 1931) is an Australian-born American businessman, media proprietor, and investor. Through his company News Corp, he is the owner of hundreds of local, national, and international publishing outlets around the world, including in the UK (The Sun and The Times), in Australia (The Daily Telegraph, Herald Sun, and The Australian), in the US (The Wall Street Journal and the New York Post), book publisher HarperCollins, and the television broadcasting channels Sky News Australia and Fox News (through the Fox Corporation). He was also the owner of Sky (until 2018), 21st Century Fox (until 2019), and the now-defunct News of the World. With a net worth of US$21.7 billion as of 2 March 2022, Murdoch is the 31st richest person in the United States and th...
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Declassifiedaus: little scrutiny into australia's future fund invested in defence companies raytheon technologies, lockheed martin co, general dynamics, northrop grumman, honeywell international, bae systems and rolls-royce:
Nickborynack: judge to fox news: don't make me 'look like an idiot' over rupert murdoch testifying
Courdeleon02: the downfall of america began with the obama presidency and his deep state operatives continue to run our country into the ground. for god sake wake up america. barack obama takes swipe at rupert murdoch
Mikecarlton01: you betcha. cynically, deliberately,obscenely. to make money.
Drvicfielding: great to see barack obama calling out rupert murdoch’s polarising influence in western world. it never ceases to amaze me how murdoch’s abuse of media power is normalised and accepted in australian society. when will we have a reckoning with this problem?
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A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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