The February 24, 2011 has gone down in history as the day my attic I got to finish the round by all DTT channels which had commenced in June of the year above. Whenever I was fried from the recipes of a guy who cooks with stress in 22 minutes and a few gentlemen who catch crabs, dangerously, in Alaska. But not this time. Of course, when I got to turn the entire program, I found Carlitos, the "Tell Me" - by the military and his sister Agnes of polydrug of life. Flip.
DTT has come into our lives to give us some very interesting things like the ability to view, in seven separate channels, to coroners, doctors, lawyers, police, vampires, zombies, dysfunctional families (and yellow) and youngsters that you love singing. The downside is that you'll never find a new chapter. Because in Spain, my friends, there are three things that are impossible to do: find a decent job and you do not try to tango, find a decent phone company in which you do not try thong and find a TV-channel in which respect the schedule and do not try to tango with replacements.
Compare? For many will say no, but it is what it is. Of course, if you think about it, almost prefer to see two thousand four hundred fifty-four times the same chapter of the Simpsons that certain programs that, by appealing to general interest, engage in humiliating and vilifying, attacking and insulting those who are shot put with a total absence of scruples and ethics. The worst thing is that they call this "journalism" and then have to leave others to take to the streets to back a profession that, if I hurry, sometimes embarrassed.
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