Warning Satire Hellish Quark, the Chairbully of the Society of Leftist Obnoxious Bullies, (SLOB), pounded on the table with her fist, and called the meeting to order, in accordance with the rules of the Society. “Right you bunch of simpering socialists, sit down and shut up or I’ll get
Warning Satire Klouse (the K is silent) Swab sat at his desk in his WEF (Wicked Eugenicist Fascists) office and quietly sang to himself to the tune of “Oh Dem Golden Slippers”* as he peered at his morning emails on the computer screen in front of him: “Oh dem crunchy
Warning Satire “Order!” shouted Hellish Quark in stentorian tones. The rabble seated around the meeting table continued shouting at each other and ignored the command, thus forcing Hellish to produce a gavel the size of a young sledge-hammer and whack a metal gavel plate with it, producing a noise like
Warning Satire At least one of my several readers may recall that the last time your intrepid eyewitness reported, the meeting of Klouse Swab and some of his collaborators in the literal bowels of the parliamentary septic tank, had just finished. After the meeting, I tottered out of my office
Warning Satire Your intrepid eyewitness, being bored and recalling that the infamous Spyfly device had not been used for some time, decided it was about time to oil its wings and send it on another mission through the halls of Poo Palace: the edifice that has such pride in its
BOOK REVIEW The Runaway by Nick Petrie A thriller I’ve just finished reading this thriller (e-book version), and really enjoyed it. I rather liked what someone (unfortunately I can’t remember who) said of one of the books about “that woman” that they “couldn’t wait to put it
Information Satire THOUGHTS ARE FREE Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, supreme leader of the World Ectoparasitic Floor’em, sat at his computer reading emails. As he did so, he softly sang (to the tune of ‘Oh Mein Papa’), “Oh mein reset, to me you are so beautiful Deep in
Erebus: The Story of a Ship by Michael Palin Having recently read this book (an Ebook in Epub format) I felt compelled, for some reason, to write a review of it. It sounds like an unlikely candidate as a page-turner but once it gets going it’s a great read.
Information Satire “Horst, Horst, wo die blauen Flammen sind, bist du? [Where the blue blazes are you?] “All day I trip over you, and now when I want you, you are nowhere to be seen.” Thus shouted an angry Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, founder and oberster Führer [supreme
Information Satire A few days ago, I, your intrepid eyewitness, was proceeding on my postprandial stroll, picking my way cautiously through the deadly Omicron’s victims’ corpses, which lay scattered around the footpaths, right in place where they had been struck down by the virulent virus. As I strolled I
Information Satire Klouse (the K is silent) Swab, the boss of the World Ectoparasitic Floor’em, sat at his desk and frowned fearsomely. This was not unusual; in fact, it was his normal expression. However, the more he thought about his main duty for that day, the more emphatic his
Information Satire My spyfly device sat inconspicuously on the wall of the office of Justinda Ardeau, dictator of DPARONC, or The Democratic People’s Autonomous Region of New China, as it was unofficially known in the ever-decreasing circles in which Justinda moved. Her unicornedness sat at her desk, brow furrowed,
Information Satire I, your intrepid eyewitness, recently received information that yet another emergency meeting of the Committee of Public Fear was to be held the following night. Again the spyfly and I were ready and waiting as the usual participants shuffled, trotted, traipsed, plodded and sauntered into the meeting room.
Information Satire “I call to order this emergency meeting of the People’s,” (short snort of laughter from all at the table), “Committee of Public Fear.” Thus spoke Hellish Quark, who sat at the head of the table, along with the usual suspects on the committee. The proceedings were being
Information Satire I, your intrepid eye-witness, recently had the brilliant idea of turning my spyfly device into an attack fly, so that if what I heard by way of the device was too jepradacious, I could silence the speaker by using FDA tactics and firing a dart at xi/xe/
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