This morning's brutal attack on Roger Ailes from former Fox News agent Dan Cooper continues in earnest today. But why dedicate only one item to the tear Cooper is on when there are gems like this?

One day during the launch, Roger and I had a huge blowup. It was one of many, but this one shook the building. The tongue-lashing I took from Roger was so personal, and so degrading, and it was done in front of so many of my subordinates, that afterward I stormed into a Fox attorney's office and charged him with abuse. You'll enjoy the whole story later, but for now I'll just tell you that subsequently, several News Corporation lawyers apologized to me for Roger's conduct, and made him apologize to me. One of the statements they made to me was a stunning admission: "Look. Rupert knows he's having his 15 minutes, and we know about his behavior". They had already beat Roger up. They begged me to walk into Roger's office, where he would apologize to me, if I would then immediately apologize to him. I said no. Then they begged me again. They pleaded for us to get along. Finally I agreed. I walked into Roger's office. He sat me down and told me, with a shocking display of warmth, that I should understand, and this is, like everything else in this story, a word-for-word quote: "I'm a diagnosed paranoid".

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The best thing that ever happened to Roger Ailes was 9/11. Even Roger Ailes, Machiavellian as he was, couldn't have dreamed up anybody as fabulous as Usama bin Laden (Allah told Roger to spell it Usama), or UBL, as Fox News called him. Because somebody up there, or down there, loved Roger, 9/11 happened on his watch. It gave him the opportunity to throw gasoline on the bonfire he had already set to scorch and destroy traditional liberal values. For those of you under 50, the United States once had liberal values. There was even such a thing as liberal Republicans. That's enough of that, because I know talking about the Devil's spawn and blond big-boobed temptresses is far more interesting. But hang on a bit.

While I was working in Los Angeles, early in the Fox-hyped action adventure America called the War in Iraq, and my marriage was going nuclear, the number of viewers of the newly American flag-bedecked, happily neoconservative Fox News Channel jumped 300%. By now, the Fox News headline readers were all-American cheerleader types (blonds with big boobs!), and I always imagined them standing on each other's shoulders during station breaks cheering on the troops and our glorious Commander-in-Chief.

By 2005, with the Iraq War worse than ever, the Fox News Channel increased its total viewership 31% over the same date the year before. President Bush had rewarded Rupert Murdoch for creating Fox News by allowing him to own two TV stations in New York City along with the New York Post newspaper. This sort of multiple ownership has been granted to no one else, and flies in the face of previous government regulation of media control. Money was pouring into News Corporation thanks to Fox News Channel's two revenue streams: cable subscriber fees and revenues from commercials. And Roger Ailes was reportedly earning $8 million dollars a year.

Because of the hysterical reaction to Fox News in the mainstream media, Fox News has deprived America of any semblance of reasonably non-ideological news reporting. You watch the news every day. You read it. It's completely different from the way it was before 1996.

One day during the launch, Roger and I had a huge blowup. It was one of many, but this one shook the building. The tongue-lashing I took from Roger was so personal, and so degrading, and it was done in front of so many of my subordinates, that afterward I stormed into a Fox attorney's office and charged him with abuse. You'll enjoy the whole story later, but for now I'll just tell you that subsequently, several News Corporation lawyers apologized to me for Roger's conduct, and made him apologize to me. One of the statements they made to me was a stunning admission: "Look. Rupert knows he's having his 15 minutes, and we know about his behavior". They had already beat Roger up. They begged me to walk into Roger's office, where he would apologize to me, if I would then immediately apologize to him. I said no. Then they begged me again. They pleaded for us to get along. Finally I agreed. I walked into Roger's office. He sat me down and told me, with a shocking display of warmth, that I should understand, and this is, like everything else in this story, a word-for-word quote: "I'm a diagnosed paranoid".

Roger Ailes told me he had been diagnosed as a paranoid. A paranoid soon to launch a news channel. Following is the American Psychiatric Association definition of "Paranoid Personality Disorder" DSM-IV 301.0:

A pervasive distrust and suspiciousness of others such that their motives are interpreted as malevolent, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by four (or more) of the following:

(1) suspects, without sufficient basis, that others are exploiting, harming, or deceiving him or her
(2) is preoccupied with unjustified doubts about the loyalty or trustworthiness of friends or associates
(3) is reluctant to confide in others because of unwarranted fear that the information will be used maliciously against him or her
(4) reads hidden demeaning or threatening meanings into benign remarks or events
(5) persistently bears grudges, i.e., is unforgiving of insults, injuries, or slights
(6) perceives attacks on his or her character or reputation that are not apparent to others and is quick to react angrily or to counterattack
(7) has recurrent suspicions, without justification, regarding fidelity of spouse or sexual partner

Remember Roger Ailes, the combination of Don Rickles and Don Corleone? Let me share with you a story about a typical boy's club meeting on a typical day during launch. Roger liked boy's club meetings, five guys at the most, because we could all talk macho and compare the anatomies of women in the office. I was not macho. These meetings made me very nervous. I had no feats of daring to boast about. Roger had parachuted out of airplanes and injured one of those spit-shined leather-clad tootsies. I was too scared to make salacious comments about women in the office. Like everyone, I had taken classes in workplace behavior. Not Roger. "How about those bazookas on that Indian girl, or whatever the hell she is!" Squirm squirm. "Pussy masala on the menu today?".