an open letter to tony o'reilly proprietor independent newspapers
Dear Tony.
I've been fired from some newspaper I can't remember the name of.
In the past you and I haven't always seen eye to eye.
But now is not the time to worry about who offended who first.
Now is not the time to worry about who suggested whose newspaper group was merely an anodyne pseudo radical conformist vehicle for irreligion, hedonism, drugs culture, porno, and the violent society.
Now is not the time to worry about who warned the Irish people about who was devolving limitless power to himself and his family through the creation of an effective monopoly in the media industry.
Now is not the time to worry about who campaigned heroically against whose attempts to take over the phone company.
Now is not the time to worry about who accused who of trying to recreate a feudal society in Ireland by devolving limitless power to the O'Reilly family.
Now is not the time to worry about who said who's Independent Newspapers readership had collapsed and that the group only survives because the government keeps handing over millions in public money for Health Board advertisting effectively meaning that those of us who were boycotting these horrendous low rent rags are still subsidising them.
Now is not the time to worry about who laughed in who's face some years ago when who offered who an editorship and who replied: "Tony O'Reilly doesn't have enough money to hire me for five minutes."
Now is not the time dear Tony, to worry about who shoulder jostled who coming down from communion in Kilcullen church a few years ago when who was showing off his trophy wife to the poor beknighted peasants and those same peasants to their lasting shame were parting in the aisle to allow who to receive communion before everyone else and the Catholic church spent long enough trying to shake off you upper class bastards and I was damned if we were going to make the same mistake again.
Now is not the time...
But you get the picture.
Time passes.
Things change.
We were younger men then.
Hot blooded.
It was nobody's fault.
Tony, old buddy, old pal, Tony.
Gizza job.
James Healy
I've been fired from some newspaper I can't remember the name of.
In the past you and I haven't always seen eye to eye.
But now is not the time to worry about who offended who first.
Now is not the time to worry about who suggested whose newspaper group was merely an anodyne pseudo radical conformist vehicle for irreligion, hedonism, drugs culture, porno, and the violent society.
Now is not the time to worry about who warned the Irish people about who was devolving limitless power to himself and his family through the creation of an effective monopoly in the media industry.
Now is not the time to worry about who campaigned heroically against whose attempts to take over the phone company.
Now is not the time to worry about who accused who of trying to recreate a feudal society in Ireland by devolving limitless power to the O'Reilly family.
Now is not the time to worry about who said who's Independent Newspapers readership had collapsed and that the group only survives because the government keeps handing over millions in public money for Health Board advertisting effectively meaning that those of us who were boycotting these horrendous low rent rags are still subsidising them.
Now is not the time to worry about who laughed in who's face some years ago when who offered who an editorship and who replied: "Tony O'Reilly doesn't have enough money to hire me for five minutes."
Now is not the time dear Tony, to worry about who shoulder jostled who coming down from communion in Kilcullen church a few years ago when who was showing off his trophy wife to the poor beknighted peasants and those same peasants to their lasting shame were parting in the aisle to allow who to receive communion before everyone else and the Catholic church spent long enough trying to shake off you upper class bastards and I was damned if we were going to make the same mistake again.
Now is not the time...
But you get the picture.
Time passes.
Things change.
We were younger men then.
Hot blooded.
It was nobody's fault.
Tony, old buddy, old pal, Tony.
Gizza job.
James Healy
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