< drunkenyarn> Sir Keith Murdoch
spent 4 days at Gallipoli in 1915, according to Charles Bean, as a war correspondent for an Australian newspaper. Later, he was asked to take a letter from Ellis Ashmead-Bartlett, a British correspondent, to the British PM Asquith. He complied but was stopped en-route by French MPs in Marseille, where the letter was confiscated for some gallic reason. Reaching Blighty eventually , Murdoch wrote a letter to the Australian PM, Fisher, summarizing the letter, which was very critical of the rear-echelon brass, seat shiners and edge-painters seen by Ashmead-Bartlett ( erm now under KM's byline ) given the suffering of the men at Gallipoli. Asquith got a copy, spread it round and got the Gallipoli withdrawal happening politically. Australia has always celebrated Gallipoli withdrawal as a military triumph ( i think We think it wasn't as messy as Dunkirk or something don't hit me Dunkirk was amazing ). Sir Keith also teamed up with Charles Bean in an effort to have the highly effective Australian General John Monash dismissed because " We do not want Australia represented by men mainly because of their ability, natural and inborn in Jews, to push themselves " ( sic & wtf ? ) </drunkenyarn>
Rupert has been sticking his fingers anywhere he could since I ever heard his name. He has had extra-ordinary financial breath and acute perceptions of the psychology of his audience ( sometimes, thankyou ). This byte about political whoredom has been redacted as it has no relevance to a real affection for children. But in this bit I posit that dedicated wetware is much better at evaluating overall educational progress. That is all.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
