For those who missed it, here’s what happened:
Rupert and James Murdoch were answering to a Commons Select Committee about what was known by them about phone hacking at the News of the World, and the possibility of a cover up within that organisation. Several fascinating things came out.
Towards the end of that questioning, some fucknut attempted to put a shaving foam pie in Rupert Murdoch’s face. Not only did he fail, he was roundly slapped by Wendi Deng, Mr Murdoch’s wife.
Natt’s opinion, given in full here is, as far as I understand it, as follows:
1. Oh go on. It was just a little bit funny.
2. There are other problems with that select committee which you should get more angry about.
Taking them in order:
1. No, it wasn’t.
Hitting an 80-year-old man in the face with a custard pie isn’t funny. Missing an 80-year-old man in the face with a custard pie isn’t funny. Even disregarding the 80-year-old thing, custard pies aren’t funny at the best of time, and in the middle of a select committee, interrupting that select committee isn’t funny because it’s not the time or place.
It wouldn’t have been funny if he’d gone up to him and farted, it wouldn’t have been funny if he’d mimed, it wouldn’t have been funny if he’d stood up in the middle of that meeting and just that moment come up with the greatest Wildean aphorism ever about the corruption of the police and politicians and their terrible co-dependence on tabloid journalists.
It wouldn’t have been funny if he was Bill Hicks himself come down from heaven with a new routine that was better than all his others put together.
Because there’s a time and a place for everything. And a Select Committee interrogating Rupert and James Murdoch about the possible criminality of their company and how endemic it may have been is not the time or place for an interruption of that manner.
2. The interruption really and truly is the thing to get angry about.
Now, it’s entirely correct that the committee (with the notable exception of Tom Watson) weren’t the greatest interrogators ever.
But that does not excuse interrupting an event in which the Murdochs, let us not forget, were being held to account.
Now, you could certainly claim that they weren’t being held to account well. That’s your right.
It is not your right to interrupt that event because you don’t like someone there.
It is not your right to interrupt that event because you hate or despise someone there.
It is not your right to interrupt that event because you wish to show that they, too, are only human.
It is not your right to commit an act of surrealism to expose a surreal process.
None of these excuses matter.
They were being held to account, and you stopped that.
It gave Murdoch the chance to read his prepared statement. It gave people sympathy for Murdoch. For fuck’s sake, it gave me sympathy for Murdoch.
Maybe it wasn’t going as well as you liked, maybe Murdoch really is the evil man that you see in your head every waking hour, but that doesn’t matter.
Because we have a fucking process. It’s what separates us from the fucking animals.
Due process was being followed. Justice was being done, and being seen to be done.
And then, at the end of it, some fucknut comes up with a shaving-cream pie and proves his disrespect, not just for Rupert Murdoch, but for every single person who thinks that, yes, maybe justice can be done. Not instantaneously, but eventually, and correctly, and following due process of law.
So what justice should be meted out to someone with no respect for due process and the rule of law at all?
I’m not usually a believer in eye-for-an-eye justice. It leaves us all blind in the end.
However, if every time Jonathan May-Bowles were to attempt to perform a comedy routine anywhere in the world, someone were to stick a cream pie in his face?
I wouldn’t be in the slightest bit sad.
Still wouldn’t be fucking funny.