THE TEACHER - FURILLO

For once, I'm going to get straight to the point—and I mean really get to the point—for those unfamiliar with the protagonist of this story. The Maestro is an old, filthy, and stale ex-bullfighter who frequents an old, filthy, and stale bar, a kind of Spanish Cheers, with its attractive owner and her regulars with whom he shares moments of harmony and trust, mature romances, doctor's appointments, trips to the beach… in short, a sitcom, but hyper-realistic. No one can criticize the lack of verisimilitude here with the tired argument that the characters never go to the bathroom. “Au contraire, mon ami,” he takes a dump here that Tintin hasn't had in 90 years. Scrotal hairs, diarrhea, human parasite larvae, festering scabs… I don't know what else to add to seduce you and get you to hit the “add to cart” button.

In these bleak times when the self-important intellectual elite deny, disavow, and deny again, like modern-day Judas-influencers, that the word "comic" has any origin in or connection to the term "comedian." Absolutely nothing. And when, at best, the only form of humor they decriminalize is the subtle grimace, the gentle mental tickle that "intelligent" humor might generate, The Master arrives in your homes. 100% FREE of intelligent humor.

The Master, 100% HUMAN humor!!!, 100% Democratic!! Who doesn't laugh at a good turd?? Within reach of the professor and the illiterate, the mayor and the prostitute. Gags about the common, excrescences, bodily humors… Holy shit! Let's see if this is going to be a discovery, I don't think so, but damn, I hadn't thought of this connection. HUMOR comes from there! From Hippocrates' bodily humors: blood, phlegm, yellow bile and black bile… From shit, from spit! That's where the laughter lies! Brag about reading Hippocratic comics.

Escatologic World Award 2023

64 pages. 28 x 21.5 cm. Paperback, with a slight embossing in the shit area. Black and white.

ISBN: 978-84-125699-1-9

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