Sunday afternoon, as usual I’ve eaten too much at dinner and my neurons are hard at carbureting. In TV there are the Olympic Games, Internet throws up to me the usual information overload and I’m in need of some touch of spirit to straighten myself out and to avoid to put my ass on the sofa snoring. In two words I need a comic, but a genial one 😛
I’m an atheistic, and I don’t complain. I feel disgust for the TV, and I don’t complain. The problem is that in the Italy of 2008 there are so many watching TV yet, and in my life I’ve never been able to have a decent talk with someone mantled of his own faith in some sort of religion or preternatural deity without the feeling of beein ragged or, worse, treated like a pariah by which feels like an holder of a superior truth.