Posted by: Tom Keene on July 20, 2011
Margaret Brennan had an unannounced guest on her show today. President Obama, Secretary Geithner and I believe the Harlem Globetrotters have made recent appearances. Okay I lie. The President has worn out his welcome. I digress.
I was stage left as the collective We observed James Murdoch turning, Attorney Janet Nova blocking (talk about a billable hour) and then a perma-shot of the red edge-of-Rothko (your UK tax dollars at work. How ‘bout a Lucien Freud to add testimony feng shui?)
Then two minutes (?) of wonderment ‘till @twitter kicked in. Ms. Brennan did yeowoman’s duty attempting to explain the unexplainable as we learned in digital speed that Rupert Murdoch had been attacked. A twitter half-life later (three minutes?) we discovered it was Rupert’s wife Wendi to the rescue.
Well yes, but no. I believe it was Janet Nova, battlefield decoration for coming out of the trench risking life, limb and grey suit as Security launched over the courageous Nova, pink sweater a blur to plant heel-of-palm on head of idiot.
Unfortunately this is not funny.
Within the economic, financial, investment and political debris one lesson among wife-to-the-rescue accolade is could we possibly get a little of the aforementioned passion into our debate.
Just possibly, without injury, could our august elected summon pink-sweater passion in addressing Washington, Frankfurt and Athenian challenges as we enter August and the fifth year of our financial crisis.
Here is a primer to prepare for the next attacking fool. Here is to Mrs. Murdoch for showing contained fury to solve immediate crisis. Here is to our timid leaders. May they grasp a bit of her Jodan Shotei Uchi. Discuss.