Which: Milo or Jameson Whiskey?
Napkins watched them depart with glazed eyes. “Fools,” he said. “The answer is communism. I thought they knew that.”
Aspie 101
Of Baldness and Treachery
“Yes, it is true, they have managed to turn their parliament into a bad joke,” agreed Fritz. “But we need Cluxon to win the election in 2026 to finish the job and I fear that he has made his antipathy to his voters too clear, too early.
I Have a Little List
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A Peek Inside Parliament in 2024
“Order!” bellowed the bewigged cetacean who occupied the Speaker’s chair, and among other names was often referred to as Mr Speaker. “The house will begin its business soon, but first there are, as is now the custom, certain ceremonies which must be performed before we can move on to
A Not So Merry Baldmas for Klouse
“Fritz!” bellowed Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, leader of the Wicked Eugenicist Fascists (WEF) and would-be dictator of the world. “Schnell, schnell, Fritz. A lame snail could on ze razor blades faster than you move.” Fritz rushed to stand before his master, knowing full well that were he one-millionth
Good News and Bad News
Fritz, private secretary to Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, of the Wicked Eugenicist Fascists (WEF), cleared his throat in true secretarial fashion, to alert his despotic Führer to his presence in his office. Klouse opened a bleary eye and used it to direct a baleful glare at Fritz. “Vhat
Farewell Herr Chopkins
Führer Klouse (the K is silent) Swab; he of the WEF (Wicked Eugenicist Fascists), a group which pines to control the world as the self-appointed holy ones, sat regally in his office, apparently deep in thought. These people are such fine examples of righteousness, leadership and trustworthiness that there is
Insurrection in the Ranks
Klouse (the K is silent) Swab sat in his office reading his morning emails. The large white cat unfortunate enough to be his current feline of the week sat on his lap looking as though it would prefer to be peering into the profusely-toothed maw of a ferocious grizzly bear
The Tribulations of a Tyrant
Fritz nervously cleared his throat as he cautiously entered the office of Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, the supreme führer of the WEF (Wicked Eugenicist Fascists). He was right to be cautious. At the best of times Klouse was of uncertain temperament, but this natural inclination was further deepened
I Should Have Stayed in the Cave
I, your intrepid eye-witness, have been in semi-hibernation for a little while, but having disposed of certain impediments to written communication for now, have emerged temporarily from my cave for a bit of a sniff around, to see what’s been going on. My first impulse on seeing what has
A White Male in Trouble
Prime Minister Chopkins sat in his office at his Prime Ministerial desk. On this desk sat a high tower of dictionaries which he had been working his way through for the last half hour. On the wall, unnoticed by the PM, sat a medium sized blowfly. Readers familiar with your
Of Attila, Justinda and Herr Chopkins
Herr Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, the Führer of the WEF (Wicked Eugenicist Fascists), as was his custom, sat in his office chair enjoying the watery afternoon winter sun which filtered through his office window. On his lap was a large, white, rather evil-looking cat, which he stroked as
Merry Baldmas Klouse
Klouse (the K is silent) Swab sat at his gold-plated computer monitor, viewing the morning’s emails. As Dictator of the WEF (Wicked Eugenicist Fascists), and aspiring ruler of the world, the Doctor Evil look-alike lacked only a large white cat on his lap to complete the image. The cat
The Maze, by Nelson DeMille
At the age of 79, Nelson DeMille could be excused for hanging up his keyboard and calling it quits in the writing of his inimitable thrillers. But his latest has recently appeared, so it seems that he has yet to install the hook on which to hang his keyboard. His
The Official Information Act Blues
Warning Satire My Spyfly, sitting silently on the wall of Prime Minister, Justinda Ardeau’s office, sent a silent alarm to my phone, alerting me to the fact that Hellish Quark, Justinda’s controller, had just entered her office. I quickly seated myself at my trusty laptop computer to watch
The Lamingtonophobe
Warning Satire Klouse (the K is silent) Swab sat, as was his habit in the morning, at his computer screen reading his emails reporting on the activities of his minions scattered around the globe. He looked forward to reading of the chaos, cruelty, economic damage, “vaccine” related deaths and other