Few can have been anything other than overjoyed when Rupert Murdoch joined Twitter last week.
Finally, the world hoped, we would be privileged to hear the uncensored thoughts of the man who would turn Machiavelli to jelly.
But our cup overflowed onto our coffee table when his wife, Wendi Deng, also opened a verified Twitter account and began to admonish her husband for ribald tweets such as: "Maybe Brits have too many holidays for broke country!"
As soon as the great mogul of the media had tweeted that, Deng replied from her verified account: "@rupertmurdoch RUPERT!!! delete tweet!"
Sadly, the killjoy pinkos at ReadWriteWeb inform me that Wendi Deng is not Rupert Murdoch's wife. Well, at least not the Wendi Deng that admonished him for his tweet.
The Deng impostor finally tweeted today: "Hello Twitter. As News International has finally come to their senses, it's time to confirm that yes, this is a fake account. I'm not Wendi."
I cannot possibly verify just what kind of senses News International has come to. However, some might wish that Twitter had come to its senses slightly earlier and not verified an account that was so beautifully fake.
As "Deng" herself tweeted: "And you have to wonder even more why Twitter verified this account for a full day. I never received any communication from them about this."
The fake Wendi Deng account is still alive, though it has lost its little tick of verification.
The impostor has been tweeting regularly over the last few hours. He or she has been describing the appalling racist tweets the account received, as well as offering that this was not written by a journalist.
"Honestly, why do I have to BE someone?" the fake Wendi sagely tweeted.
There is some concern, though, that the real Deng will want to put a real dent in some part of fake Wendi's physical being.
Murdoch's wife became a object of affection after she protected her husband during hearings about his company's unfortunate following of many people by hacking their phones.
When a man tried to place a pie onto Murdoch's facial features, Deng smacked him with all the abandon of a character in a Tarantino movie.
Who can be surprised, therefore, that fake Wendi tweeted: "And yes, to answer some tweets, of course I'm now in fear of Wendi coming to sort me out with a swift kick."
The only way for Twitter to come out of this difficult situation is surely to now persuade the alive-and-kicking Wendi Deng to become a tweeter.
Might we then see that she has less enthusiasm than does her husband (at least on Twitter) for Rick Santorum? What if she suddenly tweeted that she is an Obama fan? Or what if she suddenly began to organize for a Hillary Clinton run?
As my imagination begins to race beyond its boundaries, I suddenly stop. What if the verified Rupert Murdoch account is fake too? That would surely be a disaster for contemporary communication.