Maurizio Crozza

Boredom personified, a self-satisfied little master, the farting emanation of the power he believes he fights against, a pseudo-satirical comedian who lacks even a gram of the corrosive force and intelligence of Bill Hicks or Lenny Bruce. Why listen to four nonsense about Ruby getting married right after her first communion when we have "Carlo Martello returns from the Battle of Poitiers," which perfectly exemplifies the arrogance of power towards women?