There are days when you slam the door and send you to hell the world. Fleeting moments where you realize that many things are absurd, it's like a revelation that slowly dissolves to make way for routine, including lunches, dinners, office, utility bills and the rest. I was thinking about this when I read that yesterday Mentana question posed to her friends in facebook. Enrico Mentana, fb 22 hours ago
Dear friends, the Court of Rome decided my reinstatement to Mediaset, as producer and host of The Matrix, judging my unlawful removal after the event expressed disagreement Eluana-Big Brother. The sentence is immediately enforceable. Theoretically, I could already present in the office tomorrow and tomorrow night in the studio Matrix. But do you do what is right?
If my name was Enrico Mentana, we do not even think about a second. Henry, reading your book, you want to do and undo as you did in years and years of career. You've created a new way of information, you have upset all preconceived lineup, you've managed to remain neutral in a highly politicized and to become your news first in Italy. Unlike the lowly mortals who is Enrico Mentana or Indro Montanelli (Which in its time has gone head-to Il Giornale) can afford to send to piss off the boss of the moment and fully enjoy the freedom. Surely the proposals and there will be challenges. But not at the door of ribussare Mediaset! We would return in mind that your network prefers the tears of Big Brother to those for the death of Englaro. And 'this TV where you want to work? When in 36 years you have given the reins of the TV commercial .... I thought things were going to end like this? Rather than return to the Matrix, I would try to draw the band of Confalonieri an exaggerated amount of money and then do what you want to do, head on. What if I have some hesitation re-read the letter Confalonieri you wrote the night between 21 and 22 April last year, after a dinner with the leaders of all its directors and Mediaset reports, one week after Berlusconi's electoral victory
"Our Dinner ended a few hours. I tell you frankly that it was a mistake to invite me. I felt really out of place. There was the entire first line of information, but I heard of journalism, even for a minute. It looked like a Thanksgiving dinner ... A Thanksgiving election. All around me had voted the same way, and everyone knew that others had done. It was obvious, as well as the fact that they compliment each other for the contribution given to this good end ... I no longer feel at home in a group that seems an electoral committee, where we all now feel the same way, and the rest were put in place for this ... Help me out, President! I'll do it on tiptoe "
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