Once he said: “If Rinasco, I want to be reborn Silvio Berlusconi”; His master, friend and model. Instead, Urbano Cairo was born. For the rest, two copies- paste: advertising, the economic empire, the meta-company dream, the football team, the newspapers, the TVs and even Enrico Mentana like his Emilio Fede.
Here you are. TV. The other day Cairo, a cunning and stubborn mandogno, more stingy than rich, total dedication to the business, little social life but many smiling photos on his courier, presented the new LA7 schedules. And after breaking his team, between confirmations and novelties – from AP V ile to Z of Zoro, and in the middle all the best television grafted by the worst sinisteritas: Floris, Formigli, Gruber, Panella, Porec, the two Teletubbies Paolo & Luca, a news that is the House Organ of the M5S and now even Saviano: for Bonelli & Fratoianni, however, too moderate – Certain point, softly, because the bullshit is always said to be in a low voice, and in fact we did not notice immediately, Urbano VII said that his TV (“free and independent”, Gasp!), performing a public service function, deserves a part of the fee.
Nice idea.
Creditory banks will have suggested it to him.
However we understand it Cairo.
If you cannot produce fiction and entertainment but only talk shows all the same because they cost zero euros, you do well to ask for the fee. The famous citizenship canon. Even if we don’t know how long it will last. Living inside Telekairo is a bit like cheering Turin. There is no future.