Information Satire Recently, I, your intrepid eye-witness, having inspected my fridge and larder, and ascertaining beyond all doubt that both resembled Mother Hubbard’s cupboard in every detail, ventured forth to my local Slashdown Supermarket with a view to rectifying this deplorable state of affairs. This was not accomplished as
Information Satire Your intrepid eye-witness has been absent for a little while, finding the oppressive atmosphere of the New Normal State of Justindazuela to be conducive to long periods of voluntary solitary confinement. This period has largely been spent contemplating the mysteries of Life, the Universe, and Everything, and wondering
Information Satire A few mornings ago, while ruminating, contemplating my navel and finding very little inspiration therein, I was jolted back to reality by the alarm call of my Spyfly device. This indicated that someone of interest had entered the inner sanctum of Justinda Ardeau’s office and had activated
Information Satire Some readers may recall that your intrepid eyewitness has, on several occasions, crossed metaphorical swords with two police officers, Officers Rawsprat and Hagar, both of whom represent the new woefully woke and unfortunately increasingly prevalent wing of the police farce. As it had been some time since my
Information Satire While lockups create far more problems than they solve, there is a silver lining as far as your intrepid eyewitness is concerned, which is that they allow more time for the perfection of the Spyfly device. During the last lockup, for example, I was able to increase the
Information Satire Some time ago I gave a brief account of a scientist friend of mine who had tried some experiments with government ministerial DNA, with the result that he had decided to ditch the stored DNA for the wellbeing of the human race in general, and New Zealanders in
Information Satire I, your intrepid eyewitness, usually have no problem with dreams during the night hours. My normal practice is for my head to hit the pillow, a few vague thoughts of improvements to my fly spy device to flit through my mind, and then to be swallowed up in
Information Satire My Spyfly was ready and waiting on the wall of the room wherein the worshippers were to assemble, my mole in the parliamentary cleaning ranks having informed me that the PM, Justinda Ardeau, was scheduled to give a beginning of year pep talk to her new quiverful of
Information Satire There was one black fly sitting on the wall. No, this isn’t the penultimate verse of a lengthy song beginning ‘There were a thousand black flies sitting on the wall’, but a statement of fact. The wall in question was in the office of Grunt Robbingson, Minister
Information Satire Your intrepid eyewitness had heard rumours from his impeccable source on the parliamentary cleaning staff, that Auntie Hellish Quark was scheduled to visit the Landslide Leader, Justinda Ardeau in her inner sanctum, and accordingly, the Spyfly device, newly overhauled, was waiting in a strategic spot on the ceiling
Information Satire I, your intrepid eyewitness, have been out of circulation since the election, locked inside, ruminating on the question of life, the universe and everything. I already knew that the answer to this particular question is 42, but it didn’t seem to help. Of course the human being
I have a family member who lives in Spain. He is a bit left-leaning, and generally more sympathetic to Socialism than to Conservatism. He also suffers from TDS. The politician Jacinda Ardern most admires, Pedro Sanchez, Prime Minister of Spain. He is rather incensed to have read that, at a
The globalist elite, as those who are aware of what is happening in Western Society know, are working from the same game plan throughout the western world. The “Let’s Beat COVID” messages everywhere tend to be almost identical. This is why, when the globalist elite decide that everyone needs
Information Satire Your intrepid eyewitness recently bumped into an old colleague whose path had not crossed his for some years. He was a scientist: a rather eccentric chap, being well-stricken in years, whose area of expertise was fiddling with DNA and looking for that breakthrough that might save the human
Information Satire No doubt surprisingly to some, your intrepid eyewitness has more strings to his bow than lurking in Parliamentary broom cupboards listening, via his spy fly device, to dangerous idiots plotting our enslavement. One of these strings involves identifying and producing formulae for edible substances made from our soon
Information Satire A sharp rap on the PM’s door triggered your intrepid eyewitness’s Spyfly device, and as programmed, it immediately burst into silent life and, bristling with technology, began to observe and record all that transpired in the kindergarten room that passes as the seat of power in
