He's squeezing it dry, it's losing money, it's going of fucking business. He bought a propaganda rag to whitewash his deeds, and he's tearing it apart for pennies.
Yeah, i saw that. The entire budget is a rounding error on his daily capital gains, he could run it at a 100% loss til the sun burns out. And he just doesn't? He has total editorial control of a paper of record and he's... cannibalizing it? What in the entire fuck is happening in that man's skull?
I love that last title, feels like the author is trying to convince themselves more than the audience. "No seriously, this is important, and it's important for me to write about it! I'm a journalist!" They tell themselves this every night as they cry into their bottle of whiskey.