The Wall Street Journal is being lampooned by a newspaper called, inventively enough, My Wall Street Journal. Although no humans actually read the paper being sent up, one individual apparently thinks the parody version is so damned good, he's buying up every copy he can find, possibly all 250,000.
And just who is this masked man? You mean you haven't figured it out?
His name is Rupert Murdoch. From the New York Times:
“This guy comes by all the time to bring promotional stuff for The
Wall Street Journal — bags, coin trays, stickers,” Mr. Laurence said.
Sure
enough, they found what he was looking for. “He grabbed them all, said,
‘I need to buy all of these,’ ” Mr. Laurence said. “He had been going
around to different stands, buying them.”
Wait, wasn't there some movie where a dangerous right-wing smear artist of a newspaperman tried to buy up all existing copies of a cultural landmark and burn them in effigy or, maybe, to just burn them into nonexistence? Wait, that wasn't a movie. That was what almost happened to fucking Citizen Kane, yo.
What's next? An Onion headline that says "Onion To Become Part of Murdoch World Takeover Bid"? And not be a joke?
Link via Huffington Post. Be warned: frightening nude portrait of Ann Coulter on that page!
