I am watching a TV show about yoga and things like this. The guest is a so-called Count. He’s a kind of astrology PhD, with a big portfolio of sick wonders, such as predicting that Romania would be the most powerful country in the world … around year 2000. He has something to say against Bivolaru, the pedophil guru. I can’t follow the thread because a dozen yoga practitioners call in at the TV show and each repeats their damned mantra about how you can get health from urine, the positive and negative, the light and the dark, the zodiacal signs and stuff…
I lost my patience and sent an SMS.
Hi, this is a great bunch of lunatics, but the chief madman is missing. Listen, Rapcea [Bivolaru's lawyer], your master is sexually challenged. Sue me! Baron of Grozavesti.
When the host started to read the messages, it seemed that mine would be overlooked. There were other funny guys asking for nudes in commercials, for predictions about their wives’ whereabouts, for someone to commit the count or Bivolaru or the whole yoga group into a mental institution. The host already started to miss the big opportunity to interview such a personality and already was smiling. I was loosing patience, feeling like George Constanza missing the spotlight in the theater.
But when my SMS was read, Diaconescu and the Count started to laugh for about a minute. Hey, I didn’t realized it was that good, you philosophically challenged big boys!