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I denounce Marshall Pupovich

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Recently Marshal Pupovich offered himself up for another denunciation. Thinking that he was getting to enjoy it, I yawned and passed on. Pupovich has learned to sail through denunciations like George Stephanolous through a polygraph test; it's like Tiger Woods hitting a par hole. You can admire the professionalism but where's the excitement now?

In an earlier thread Pupovich was talking about a cat in his house:

The cat beast will jump up suddenly and head to my bathroom. As I chased behind to make sure he was not doing talent shitting...

Yesterday morning as I left my ranch house to buy Purina Prole Chow at Wally World in Culo de Pecos, I closed the garage door and noticed a big splash in the middle. It was the biggest splash of bird shit that I've ever seen, and there is no place for a bird to roost above the door to make that splash.

I instantly realized that Pupovich has been teaching birds to do talent shitting. I looked in the sky and saw some birds heading for me, and in a panic, opened the garage and squealed the tires getting inside, and closed the door.

"Bruno," I yelled, "By the Weeping Sores and Lesions of Chairman Meow..."

"Theocritus! You promised to quit swearing!"

"Oh shut up, you silly queen. Your mangos are withering. We're under siege! That lousy Pupovich has taught birds to dive-bomb shit. It's going to be like The Birds!"

Bruno quit playing with his toes, looked up with a look no more than usually vacant, and asked, "The Birds?"

"That Hitchcock movie, you dumbass."

And for the last 24 hours my house has been filled with Bruno acting like Tippi Hedren in a Vietnamese nail salon.

I denounce Pupovich for the antisocial and uncomradely behavior of teaching birds talent shitting. Now I need to get back to shooting birds before they can teach this to other birds and then the whole world will be in danger.

Oh, Pupovich, are you going to get it. I'm having our Many Titted Empress come over to Louisiana just for you with the Screaming Olbermann Head of Mass Sneering Destruction and you'll get to listen to how she, and not his O'liness, was the real winner of the primaries and how she, and now his O'liness, ought to be measuring the White House for new draperies.

You'll pay, Pupovich, you'll pay.


Marshal Pupovich, tell us this isn't true! Are there any more Comrades on your list?

I'm scared, Comrades.

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Kind and loving leader:

I am angered that Pupovich would take such heinous action against you. I thought you would like to know when I StoleBorrowed Pupovich's car I discover several things in the trunk. I shall now revel them to you and the world.

I will warn you all in advance small children should leave the room.

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And this comrade was just a sample!!!!

Cat I call "Fluffy" started puking up hair ball when we found this! It made me so sick I had to go get drunk on Schlitz Malt Liquor. Person I call "Wife" just stuck her middle finger up at me, (It's her way of saying she loves me). This is an outrage....

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Comrades,

I have a reactionary relative who attempted upon the rumored collapse of the Soviet Union to buy for scrap iron prices a life-size Lenin statue. He wanted to place it on his property and scatter birdseed in the hopes the birds would flock on Lenin and defile him visibly, continuously, cumulatively. Blasphemy!

Let us look at the silver lining of these talented birds, or when it drops out of them. Imagine them targeting class enemies, statues of DWEMs, and opiate dealers and dens of all faiths.

From my careful academic observation of bird excreta as an environmentally friendly medium for proletarian street fingerpainting of revolutionary scenes, I can aver that such attacks are not only politically green but actually green in occasional parts and blobs.

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Ah yes, Tovarich, green in parts except when they've been eating mulberries. And then they're purple in parts.

Bird egestion also harbors many illnesses which might be put to good use.

And an update: the fence of my back yard is now <i>white</i>.

Pupovich is dead meat. And Red Star, thank you for your wonderful detective work. It's time for a nice spot of blackmail.

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Comrades,
Please to accept humble spiritual advice:

Collective Calm is needed here. Denouncements? Accusations? Is time for celebration!

Besides, when I see his Excellency Chairman M. S. Punchenko playing Godfather music, I know it's time to lay low. Is like the horror movies. Voice from nowhere says; "Get Out!", but does anyone listen? No, is always; "gee honey isn't this interesting?"

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Commissar Theocritus. it warms my Socialist Heart to see the respect you have honored me with, knowing the high esteem I hold for Show Trial.... you are calling for a Show Trial I hope? Either way, a denunciation from you is a blessing indeed, especially considering the way your name has recently been tainted, for reason or not, by your association and sponsorship of a certain Non-Person R. Be that as it may, your use of my comment of "talent shitting" continues to do me proud, though with progressive pride of course.

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Commissar Theocritus, you have my deepest empathy (not that I intend to challenge your protected Commissarate for caring, compassion, and smarmy sympathy).

Marshall Pupovich, while a true patriot to the cause of progressives, is a bit erratic when his canine instincts conflict with his Marxist ideology. As a lower quadriped, he sometimes is conflicted in fighting his marking and wagging instinct, to be precise. This has caused some embarrassment at state functions, when he tends to smell the butts of arriving guests (particularly the attractive female guests, I have noticed).

Anyway, I love a show trial, let me know if I can help in any way...perhaps Comrade Gourmet could plan a celebration feast for the prosecution following the trial festivities?

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Grigori E.R.

But it is interesting comrade. What better time to postulate and preen, denounce and purge. The celebration comes after all is revealed! The election of the One was a long and hard campaign, and now we need to let off some steam, to jockey for promotions, to grovel to our superiors, to blackmail our equals, to bash heads with abandon.....oh sorry,...I was daydreaming...but not to worry comrade, when the Collective gets around to partying...well, comrade...there will be revelry such as no Capitalist Pig Unenlightened Republikkan ever imagined!

So as I always say, "If you can't handle the heat, then get out of my kitchen!"

Che' Gourmet
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PSSSt General, better to cook for them, than to be cooked by them....eh? LOL

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Red Star wrote:I thought you would like to know when I StoleBorrowed Pupovich's car I discover several things in the trunk..... This is an outrage....

This is an outrage indeed! Comrade Red Star, the wax job you done was entirely second class, and you left streaks on my windshield. I have noted this on your permanent record.

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Pupovich, dear Pupovich. Of course we'll have a show trial, and it will be great one. And I intend to appoint your defense attorney myself. F. Lee Bruno. He graduated first in his class from the Lillian Vernon School of Trailer Trash Decorating and the Sears School of Elegant Coiffure, and has a gold-plated curling iron.

Which will be used by him in your defense or on you if he looses.

And also, Marshal, do not be hard on Red Star about the streaks on the windshield. Those are the remnants of spray-painted hearts to Ronald Reagan that he'd put there, as evidence for your show trial. Red Star is quite the up-and-coming commissar, you know, and it is up to me to teach him the subtleties of a good frame-up.

Because I, in addition to being in charge of caring, compassion and impaling for the common good, am the best qualified in sensitivity and taste.

Why as for taste, just look at my household.

F. Lee Bruno will be calling on you.

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Che Gourmet wrote:Grigori E.R.

But it is interesting comrade. What better time to postulate and preen, denounce and purge. The celebration comes after all is revealed! The election of the One was a long and hard campaign, and now we need to let off some steam, to jockey for promotions, to grovel to our superiors, to blackmail our equals, to bash heads with abandon.....oh sorry,...I was daydreaming...but not to worry comrade, when the Collective gets around to partying...well, comrade...there will be revelry such as no Capitalist Pig Unenlightened Republikkan ever imagined!

So as I always say, "If you can't handle the heat, then get out of my kitchen!"

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PSSSt General, better to cook for them, than to be cooked by them....eh? LOL

So TRUE, my chef comrade. My corollary: Better to shoot for them, than be shot by them!

These are heady times, reminiscent of the Cultural Revolution in my motherland. What a wonderful time of chaos, confusion, and opportunity. I was a mere kitten, but earned my first promotion after turning in the corrupt party chieftain in my village. I was identified early for officer training, which I completed with honors. After turning in a number of my former professors, I was promoted to Captain of a tank regiment. The rest is history...

But enough about me, I forget what culinary school you attended...

Back to the show trial, when does it begin Commissar Theocritus? Soon, I hope, as I said there's few things more entertaining than a show trial!

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Since I utterly deplore individual thinking, I must eagerly join the mob in denouncing Pupovich. My grievances against him are long, old, and unaddressed as seen from a post in the link below:

http://www.thepeoplescube.com/red/viewtopic.php?t=2089

Hey, wait a fat minute! Didn't Pupovich just get promoted to Vice Chairman? And now he wants to be General Secretary? And he's being promoted to Marshal?

What about me? I bust my buns for The Party around here, and what do I get? "Here, Pinkie, I found you a real nice guy in a red hat. He enjoys digging long ditches at sunset." They're all losers after only one thing--my vodka ration card!

I might add that I'm not the one currently measuring the Empress for her cut-out. That's the work of a certain furry, four legged commissar/vice chairman/general secretary-wannabe-but-might-begrudgingly-settle-for-marshal. Plus he keeps letting the Criminally Insane Vodkov off the hook, when he should have had his show trial months ago.

Pupovich gets nervous at everything I do. Every time I come up with a new movement and/or cause, he trembles and glances around and says stuff like, "I don't know about this, Commissarka, I don't want to lose the desk in the corner office suite we share." Always trying to dissuade me from my glorious movements--wait a minute, that sounded weird--my--well, he just never thinks my ideas are well thought out. He's like Jiminy Cricket. Maybe you could give him a top hat and umbrella, and promote him to Jiminy Pupovich.

In fact, you might say he's like one of those digitally lobotomized yada yada 19 percenters (sorry, my carpal mime syndrome is flaring up again, can't type it all out).

Moreover, he's been denounced several times--once he even denounced himself.

On the plus side, he did save me when Zampolit shot me off the ledge and I landed on that flagpole. And he did inspire the notion of the Trojan Donkey. But I took credit for it, dammit!

I also awarded him Pinkie's Prestigious Beet of the Week Award, simply because he was feeling unappreciated. Talk about your overdeveloped sense of entitlement! But good feel-good Progressive that I am, I gave it to him.

In the meantime, look at all the initiatives I've initiated in recent months--making up an extensive list of Bush's crimes, my "perch-in" on the ledge, the People's Vigilante Committee, and Project Giant Trojan Donkey that's full of condoms for all the boys and girls at the convention in Denver. Why, I've done more to raise awareness and show how much I care than anyone else here!

What have the rest of you done? Anything? Anything at all?

P.S. Only I don't wanna be a marshal. I can just hear some smart-aleck like Betinov putting on his whiny Jan Brady voice and chanting, "Marshal, Marshal, MARSHAL!" every time I enter the bunker.

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I tried to make a link to the specific post as was recently explained somewhere on Radnoskovich's thread, but obviously I didn't know what the hell they were yammering about. That, or to borrow an expression used by my father whenever he's confused by someone else's directions, "I lost him at the bakery."

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Comrades: More pictures, I found this time in Pupovich bedroom!!!


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Oh Pupovich, your ZIL needs shocks. Image

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Marshal Pupovich wrote:This is an outrage indeed! Comrade Red Star, the wax job you done was entirely second class, and you left streaks on my windshield. I have noted this on your permanent record.

Comrade Marshal Pupovich,

Wax, did you say? I liked it when some deserving reactionary or someone who has produced more than his/her/its/my quota gets waxed. Those proles can be so uppity, you know.

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Che Gourmet wrote:Grigori E.R.

But it is interesting comrade. What better time to postulate and preen, denounce and purge. The celebration comes after all is revealed

Indeed, Comrade Che Gourmet, although sometimes the reverse. During celebrations, it can be much easier to dispatch an inconvenient person then disappear among the crowd; conversely, almost nothing creates a mass-education buzz-kill like showing up unannounced and uninvited in dark uniforms at a celebration and grabbing at random enough reactionaries to fill quota then quickly driving away without explanation or sirens.

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General Mousey-Tongue wrote:But enough about me, I forget what culinary school you attended...

Comrade General Mousey-Tongue,

Have you heard what the renegade Taiwanese say? They dare to claim that when Chiang Kai-Shek fled to Taiwan he took with him all the best chefs in China, which led to mass starvation during the Great Leap Forward when the masses were no longer able to have shark fin soup, Peking duck, and other foodstuff to which the whole populace had been accustomed for centuries before Chiang took it away from all of them to give to the rapacious Japanese, some US military pilots, and your comrade Mr. Snow.

Of course, if impossibly true, it turned out for the best, for the peasants relearned the more valuable and efficient digestive arts of plain rice, grass soup, and such. Or perhaps you imported chefs from the DPRK?

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Red Star wrote:Oh Pupovich, your ZIL needs shocks. Image

Comrades,

Anyone caught doing donuts in ice- and snow-covered mall parking lots (and during the day when the security is more numerous no less) is OK in my book.

I would like Comrade Cradle to Grave Marxist's input on this Zil. I've heard they're pretty hot in East LA and other urban progressive areas when equipped with air shocks.

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Red Star wrote:Comrades: More pictures, I found this time in Pupovich bedroom!!!


I found this horrid thing wafting around as I proudly waited in the cold for the metro to not arrive.




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I quickly wiped my arse with it and low and behold, it now shows this...

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This is good, yes?

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Comrade_Tovarich wrote:
Red Star wrote:Oh Pupovich, your ZIL needs shocks. Image

Comrades,

Anyone caught doing donuts in ice- and snow-covered mall parking lots (and during the day when the security is more numerous no less) is OK in my book.

I would like Comrade Cradle to Grave Marxist's input on this Zil. I've heard they're pretty hot in East LA and other urban progressive areas when equipped with air shocks.


Ahhh Comrade_Tovarich you are a aficionado of fine Soviet motorcars, Good for you!!! Yes blowing donuts in a parking lot always fun especially when the ZIL you are blowing donuts with belongs to the denunciated Pupovich. Better yet he is paying for the gas and schnapps.

Commissar Theocritus, our Loving, Kind and Merciful leader will be interested to see the bumper stickers I put on Pupovich ZIL, other than the pro Mcshame and Palin stickers I took the liberty to slap on, “My President is Jeff Davis” “We Need Goldwater today”, and classics such as I love the 700 club, Pray the rosary, and the Starfleet Academy decals in the rear window'. It should be noted while I was decorating the traitorous Pupovich's car; Bruno walked over and attempted to peel off some of the stickers, fascinated by the sticky tape. Bruno stuck one his face, he started running in circles making shrieking sounds. At that time Bat-face Waxman walked by Bruno ran in to him and they both fell down. Bruno was able to get the sticker off his face, visually frightened by Waxman, Bruno picked up a Toilet plunger from Pupovich's trunk and began to beat Waxman. The projectile shitting birds were attracted by Bruno's cartoon noises, not to mention Waxman's flailing arms to block Bruno's toilet plunger attack. They formed into a “Vic” attack pattern, rolling off with “blue angel” like precision, attacking Waxman. Who ran off covering his bald head, and appears to be going back to Kalifornia. So the treasonous Pupovich, actually did Kind and fearless leader a favor, by clearing Rancho De Rio Grande of the Disgusting Cantaloupe with a Mustache.

Oh well back to my petty theft, chores, no rest for the wicked….. I need to go suck up to the wonderful, brave and fearless Commissar Theocritus, so I can get that promotion I so disparately deserve. Hey I almost took a bird shit for him.....

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Red Star wrote:Comrades: More pictures, I found this time in Pupovich bedroom!!!


I found this horrid thing wafting around as I proudly waited in the cold for the metro to not arrive.




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I quickly wiped my arse with it and low and behold, it now shows this...

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This is good, yes?


You look like a Friend of "Cat I call Fluffy" Yes Comrade cat the top one will do very nicely at the show trial, the other one, well I will have to discuss with Che, it is possible that bottom one could offend the Chosen One...the Messiah...But good work Comrade Reiuxcat, Perhaps "the Cat I call Fluffy" and I will share some Malt Liquor with you.

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Aspiring Red Star wrote:So the treasonous Pupovich, actually did Kind and fearless leader a favor, by clearing Rancho De Rio Grande of the Disgusting Cantaloupe with a Mustache
Red Star, you forget teeth and those glabrous eyes.

Thank you for telling of Bruno's bravery; I've never seen him lift a finger except in a slap fight over some Merle Norman. But it must have been the Jesse Jackson

Lee Atwater wrote:Jesse Jackson is an Afro-turf toilet plunger

When Bruno gets to that ear piercing crying and keening sound and will not stop, I take a toilet plunger and put it on his face. He can't pry it off and so I wait until he passes out and then ten minutes more--no worry about brain damage--I prize it off so he doesn't have any more brain damage.

I like your choice of bumper stickers but have you thought of this one?

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Nothing could possibly incriminate him more.

But there is just one thing more. You said that Pupovich did me a favor. Never <i>never</i> forget that it's Pupovich's show trial. If he starved all the inconvenient kulaks, stole the Crown Jewels and squared the circle he's still be on trial.

Never forget that.

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OMO!* Look what I just found hanging on the wall of Pupovich's dog house!

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And wearing a flag pin, no less!

Pupovich, I could forgive and forget everything else, but THIS! Vile image of the Worst President Ever!

I might understand if only I'd found a few darts sticking out of it, but no.

I suppose if we search your doghouse further, we'll find George W. Bush collectors' plates from the Franklin Mint? The George W. Bush coin collection showing most famous moments of his life, from the time he didn't serve in the Air National Guard to the night he stole the election. How about the George W. Bush nesting dolls, and the bottle of WMD's with a little W charm hanging inside? I'll bet you have one of those, too!

We are no longer sharing a corner office.

*Oh My Obama! (Get with it.)

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I was cleaning out the good Cubans from the Marshal's walk-in humidor, and this is what I found where the Cubans used to be stashed:

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Pinkie, I think it's a good idea to keep the corner office in case Pupovich decides to defenestrate himself. He might actually have a touch of conscience, you know, and unable to bear the the horrible truth of being a closet 19%er, could only do the honest thing and take his own sorry life.

And Pinkie, I do like your OMO. But do be careful with acronyms. I greeted a large truck driver with Holy One! My Obama, but used its acronym and woke up 15 minutes later.


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Comrades, I have additional proof of Pupovich's treason - an Xmas card from none other than George and Laura Bushitler addressed to our faithful, hard-working Marshal!
<img src="https://members.cox.net/mouseytounge/bushcard1.jpg" width="500" height="382">

<img src="https://members.cox.net/mouseytounge/bushcard2.jpg" width="500" height="382">

These facts demand an explantion, do they not? I am sure Chairman Meow would find this to be of great interest. There's more. Much more. By the way, whatever happened to the promotion you promised me long ago? Hmmm?


NOTICE from the Office of Marshal Pupovich:
The original photo was reduced in size to prevent People's Sidebar from being pushed off side. The individual responsible for this has been reported to Central Planning.

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The truck driver was evidently not a Progressive. For a true Progressive is open to all experiences, except of course for individual thinking. Why in the 90s there were Ivy League colleges in which some students described themselves as GUG--Gay Until Graduation. Now that's giving your all, or something else, toward widening your experiences, or something else.

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Comrade Cat, finding such proof of treason is excellent evidence that you are most deserving of a promotion. Here you are, stabbing a superior in the back with a Christmas card from the Bu$hitlers. Doesn't matter if it's real or not--it's the thought that counts.

And the Washington Monument? For shame to show that phallic symbol of sexist male oppression.

I knew that Pupovich's prolier-than-thou attitude was base deception. Now we know that he is a <i>closet Rethuglican</i>.

Be sure to keep that card. It will be used as evidence at Pupovich's show trial.

When he is defended by F. Lee Bruno.

....Pardon me. I just soiled myself.

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Cradle to Grave Marxist wrote:I was cleaning out the good Cubans from the Marshal's walk-in humidor, and this is what I found where the Cubans used to be stashed:

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Attention!! I found the missing Cubans stashed in the American Airlines Arena

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Red Star wrote:You look like a Friend of "Cat I call Fluffy" Yes Comrade cat the top one will do very nicely at the show trial, the other one, well I will have to discuss with Che, it is possible that bottom one could offend the Chosen One...the Messiah...But good work Comrade Reiuxcat, Perhaps "the Cat I call Fluffy" and I will share some Malt Liquor with you.


Thank you comrade. If the opportunity presents itself, I will be ready to serve the greater need.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:Comrade Cat, finding such proof of treason is excellent evidence that you are most deserving of a promotion. Here you are, stabbing a superior in the back with a Christmas card from the Bu$hitlers. Doesn't matter if it's real or not--it's the thought that counts.

And the Washington Monument? For shame to show that phallic symbol of sexist male oppression.

I knew that Pupovich's prolier-than-thou attitude was base deception. Now we know that he is a <i>closet Rethuglican</i>.

Be sure to keep that card. It will be used as evidence at Pupovich's show trial.

When he is defended by F. Lee Bruno.

....Pardon me. I just soiled myself.

I most definitely will bring the card, and more damning evidence that will bury the Pup. As my instructor of tactics at the People's Academy of Warfare, Mai-Tei Dim-Sum used to say, never go halfway in an offensive manuver, you must committ 100%. Unless, of course, you pee your pants.

Let's be honest here for the good of the collective - this is just a free sample of all the dirt I have on Pupovich and his neocon friends. Pup, you're gonna have to turn over some serious ca$h to get through this without a catfight. You might survive, but then again you might bite the big one and find yourself lying next to the big Alpo dish in the sky.

Then again, if Commissar Theocritus in his wisdom sees fit to award me a well-deserved promtion before you come to your senses, so much the better. I think I would make a wonderful Minister of Motherland Security and Seafood Testing. Time's up, Pup. Watcha got???

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Truly, Pupovich's treason is worse than expected:

  • directly responsible for aiming Bush's hurricane generator at his own state to punish the po' Cajuns
  • redirected Acorn emergency housing funds from their noble purpose, preventing our best efforts at turning Texas blue to completely embarrass Bush and his stooges
  • made fun of Obama's ears without being in bathroom with water running
  • said prayer at school in 4th grade: "God, please no more sentence diagramming...."
  • laughed at EVERY word that Joe said in the VP debate
  • shopped at WALMART!
  • owns pick-up truck with a gun rack
  • doesn't regularly watch The View
  • did not denounce any neighbors for their un-patriotic failure to pay more taxes



Comrade “Pul” хулиганье
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Over 2753 Years of Organizing Communities

And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.

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General Mousey-Tongue wrote: I think I would make a wonderful Minister of Motherland Security and Seafood Testing....

No doubt in my mind, you have the will and the skills my General. I do recommend some additional training from true experts! Comrade D. Adams even extolled their great intelligence!




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Grrrr...why are they looking at me like that?

As long as they stay in the tank, Comrade Reiuxcat. As long as they stay in the tank.

It is good to see you around the collective, we need more sensible felines around here to balance the obnoxious canine faction. You certainly pass the sniff-test! But perhaps you should get more rest, you appear to be barely awake in your portrait. Or, is this a clever ploy, comrade, to pretend you are unaware to lure enemies into a false sense of security. Oy, Machiavelli would be proud!

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General Mousey-Tongue wrote:Grrrr...why are they looking at me like that?

As long as they stay in the tank, Comrade Reiuxcat. As long as they stay in the tank.

Welcome to the collective, we need more sensible felines around here to balance the obnoxious canine faction. You certainly pass the sniff-test! But perhaps you should get more rest, you appear to be barely awake in your portrait. Or, is this a clever ploy, comrade, to pretend you are unaware to lure enemies into a false sense of security. Oy, Machiavelli would be proud!


I am only showing my content socializing with such fine socialists! That is one of my kittenhood pictures as great grand cat Sasha told me of his living off the offal of the bourgeoisie of the October Revolution. It must be what heaven is like, if there were such a place.


Speaking of sniff test, nice stones my General.

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Comrades, let us cease this unseemly bickering. This is the cat of cats, Calvin, who is Most Definitely Not Impressed

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His brother Hobbes isn't impressed either.

And how sensible for you, Reiuxcat, to thank people for all the fish.

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After Adams died they found that he'd read his books onto his Mac and they're installed into the iPod which my car can read for lots of fun whenever I travel, which I do as much as I can because although I have fund here I like to get elsewhere. As good as the Jeeves stuff read by Jonathan Cecil. Once I was driving through Oklahoma, which is a very good preposition, and was listening to Jonathan Cecil ("CEH-cill") and Bertie was recounting being at the school treat when the children, choreographed by Gussie Fink-Nottle, threw oranges into the audience out of a basket but real oranges and not fake ones. I'm going on but I had to stop because I couldn't see straight. More fun <a href="https://www.audioeditions.com/featured- ... 6">here</a>. Also while getting the link I find that Ian Carmichael has done some voice work and he did the 70s Dorothy Sayers' Peter Wimsey stuff. Which can be had on DVD is is quite good.

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Comrade Cat wrote:I think I would make a wonderful Minister of Motherland Security and Seafood Testing
Seafood testing? Well, as long as we don't hear a goddamned singing parrot.

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Pul wrote:laughed at EVERY word that Joe said in the VP debate
As long as he laughed at Biden's hair-plugs, he may have a (partial) pass.

And let us not fault Pupovich for shopping at Wally World. After all, that's the best place for getting Purina Prole Chow. You know, dried beets and potatoes with the Pinkie stamp on them, guaranteed suitable for proles.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:And how sensible for you, Reiuxcat, to thank people for all the fish.

Speaking of which, I took this video of SMO with her pod:


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There is something magnificent. I was waiting for the ferry at Galveston, Texas and saw a dolphin leaping just for fun in front of the bow of a ship and was transfixed. The sheer joy of it, the rejection of the helplessness that is so fashionable. Resentment fled in fear of the joy of existence.

But as much as I like Douglas Adams, let's not forget that his wit and intelligence, which I much cherish, served to excuse, probably excusably, a certain sentimentality.

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Red Star wrote:Commissar Theocritus, our Loving, Kind and Merciful leader will be interested to see the bumper stickers I put on Pupovich ZIL, other than the pro Mcshame and Palin stickers I took the liberty to slap on, “My President is Jeff Davis” “We Need Goldwater today”, and classics such as I love the 700 club, Pray the rosary, and the Starfleet Academy decals in the rear window'.

Comrade Red Star,

Did you forget the "My other Zil is a Prius," "My cattle car only stops at Siberian work camps," and "I don't brake for Republicans" decals?

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:The truck driver was evidently not a Progressive. For a true Progressive is open to all experiences, except of course for individual thinking. Why in the 90s there were Ivy League colleges in which some students described themselves as GUG--Gay Until Graduation. Now that's giving your all, or something else, toward widening your experiences, or something else.

Comrades,

In the spirit of both diversity and safe sex campaigns, did you note that among Europeans the French claim to require the largest condoms whie the Greeks the smallest? As to data collection, sampling, etc. I shall take the Sgt. Schulz option: "I know nothing."

Yo, Comrade Cradle to Grave Marxist. As the People's Rapper, do you think you could give us the Diversity (W)rap?

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:I was waiting for the ferry at Galveston, Texas...

No pun intended? I assume that Bruno eventually showed up...

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Cradle to Grave Marxist wrote:Truly, Pupovich's treason is worse than expected:

  • directly responsible for aiming Bush's hurricane generator at his own state to punish the po' Cajuns
  • redirected Acorn emergency housing funds from their noble purpose, preventing our best efforts at turning Texas blue to completely embarrass Bush and his stooges
  • made fun of Obama's ears without being in bathroom with water running
  • said prayer at school in 4th grade: "God, please no more sentence diagramming...."
  • laughed at EVERY word that Joe said in the VP debate
  • shopped at WALMART!
  • owns pick-up truck with a gun rack
  • doesn't regularly watch The View
  • did not denounce any neighbors for their un-patriotic failure to pay more taxes

Comrades,

I am confused. Is this list exclusively inclusive or inclusively exclusive?

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Comrade_Tovarich wrote:Comrades,

I am confused. Is this list exclusively inclusive or inclusively exclusive?

What's the difference?

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Dr. Strangelove wrote:
Comrade_Tovarich wrote:Comrades,

I am confused. Is this list exclusively inclusive or inclusively exclusive?

What's the difference?

Comrade Dr. Strangelove,

The difference is minor, perhaps insignificant, but one might be more correct than the other come the show trial or inevitable one-equal-personship when establishing levels of equality among us progresssives.

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Tovarich, does it matter for a show trial? We know the outcome.

And, Dr. Strangelove, with a soubriqut like yours, isn't it living in a glass house to talk about Bruno as a fairy?

Now there have been times at the Rancho de Rio Grande that seeing our Many Titted Empress go south toward the Rio Grande I thought that I was seeing a ferry.

Or was it Charon? Or Cerberus?

Anyone who makes a kind-and-caring-and-compassionate pun will be in the dock with Pupovich.

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Ah, you Progressive children. All this bit about equality among Progressives is mere progressive talent shitting™.

There just ain't no such thing. You think that Michael Moore is the equal of some soap-box Berkeley orator? He eats in the cafeteria. Moore eats not at Shoney's but eats Shoney's whole.

All animals are created equal but some are a hell of a lot more equal than others.

So let us never forget that there is truth and there is talent shitting.

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Comrades,

Coincidentally, I recently rented a movie involving an eatery, but not a Shoney's, which are often two- or three-story affairs here in Japan. While searching for the DVD I wanted, I came across a mass of Michael Moore DVDs that might have equalled his own mass if weighed.

His ability to influence foreign opinion about the US is amazing, quite possibly more effective than the PLO's in promoting his/its own spin. Of course, an absence of counter-propaganda but surfeit of Hollywood propping propaganda helps spread Truth™ adn redistributes wealth to Michael Moore in his exclusive gated community.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:Tovarich, does it matter for a show trial? We know the outcome.

And, Dr. Strangelove, with a soubriqut like yours, isn't it living in a glass house to talk about Bruno as a fairy?

Now there have been times at the Rancho de Rio Grande that seeing our Many Titted Empress go south toward the Rio Grande I thought that I was seeing a ferry.

Or was it Charon? Or Cerberus?

Anyone who makes a kind-and-caring-and-compassionate pun will be in the dock with Pupovich.


Kind and Generous Leader is the Many Titted Empress coming to Rancho de Rio Grande? If so I will need to run in to town and Steal pick up many gallons of Varsol, case of Brake cleaner sand blaster and a new toilet brush. Her room although built of steel reinforced concrete was used by Harry Reid, as you are aware he leaves a horrible stench. Further Che will need to stock up on pork rinds, chicken necks, and pop tarts.

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Cradle to Grave Marxist wrote:I was cleaning out the good Cubans from the Marshal's walk-in humidor, and this is what I found where [HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]the Cubans [/HIGHLIGHT]used to be stashed:

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CtGM

I've seen him somewhere before? I hear he is addicted to Cuban cigars. Bet he smoked them all too.......what a pig!

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Anonymous wrote:
Commissar Theocritus wrote:Tovarich, does it matter for a show trial? We know the outcome.

And, Dr. Strangelove, with a soubriqut like yours, isn't it living in a glass house to talk about Bruno as a fairy?

Now there have been times at the Rancho de Rio Grande that seeing our Many Titted Empress go south toward the Rio Grande I thought that I was seeing a ferry.

Or was it Charon? Or Cerberus?

Anyone who makes a kind-and-caring-and-compassionate pun will be in the dock with Pupovich.


Kind and Generous Leader is the Many Titted Empress coming to Rancho de Rio Grande? If so I will need to run in to town and Steal pick up many gallons of Varsol, case of Brake cleaner sand blaster and a new toilet brush. Her room although built of steel reinforced concrete was used by Harry Reid, as you are aware he leaves a horrible stench. [HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]Further Che will need to [/HIGHLIGHT][HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]stock up on pork rinds, chicken necks, and pop tarts.[/[/HIGHLIGHT]quote]

The People's Hells Kitchen is always stocked with the preferred foods of the Inner Circle, comrade.

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I see I have returned at the right moment! My old nemesis, the King of Porn & Prostitution, Comrade Pupovich, up against the wall. Finally!

BAM!


He's still moving!

BAM!

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:
Comrade Cat wrote:I think I would make a wonderful [HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]Minister of Motherland Security and Seafood Testing[/HIGHLIGHT]
Seafood testing? Well, as long as we don't hear a goddamned singing parrot.

Good Day My Most Venerated Commissar Theocritis,

I would like to nominate our illustrious General Mousey-Tongue for the Minister of Motherland Security and Seafood Testing if this is permissible?(I, being newly promoted to Uber-Commissar do not know about procedures; could you possibly, in your infinite wisdom, enlighten this comrade, Sir?) I find the great General Cat's taste in seafood very commendable and the General will keep tabs on the hag (I have no life) Napolitano. No doubt, the General will upsurp the sexless hag's duties in no short time, and being a General, will easily oversee the fine new army that the Great "O" will assign to patrol the proles and kulaks of his kingdom.

Anyone to second this nomination?

Che' Gourmet

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I denounce General Mousey-Tongue for his Maoist heresy! Off with his head!

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General Mousey-Tongue,

I have observed the same phenomena at the conventions that I produced product for.

Now, who is this Criminal Vodkov? He has a very disturbing, deranged and impertinent personality! The way he denouces you, obviously devoid of all sensibility and shame? Aptly named, but insane. Radnoskovitch would get along famously with this impudent upstart...better watch him and do a little sleuthing......wonder what his claim to fame is besides being crazy?....Wolfgang...where is my journal? I need to note the General's preference for Sea Scallops.....

looking out for my Inner Circle,

Che' Gourmet

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:There is something magnificent. I was waiting for the ferry at Galveston, Texas and saw a dolphin leaping just for fun in front of the bow of a ship and was transfixed. The sheer joy of it, the rejection of the helplessness that is so fashionable. Resentment fled in fear of the joy of existence.



I too enjoyed a similar dolphin experience while on a whooping crane tour boat out of Port Aransas. (I was formerly assigned to live in the Seguin collective) I must say, I was disappointed when all we saw were some large water fowl and not a development of new, high rise apartments for the people. I should have realized, that no matter how hard me and the other prole cats work, we would never deserve to live in such a beautiful place.

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If one was allowed to only dream...


NOTICE from the Office of Marshal Pupovich:
The original photo was reduced in size to prevent People's Sidebar from being pushed off side. The individual responsible for this has been reported to Central Planning.

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Let us remember Criminal Vodkov's favorite meal...

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Comrade Che, I do love sea scallops, and halibut. Never fried. You are most attentive, and an astute observer of our incoming people's servant, Arizona Governor Janet Napolitano.

Our Governor with Sensible Shoes has barely managed to tolerate living among the desert rednecks she governs...but she does have a purpose in life, to secure a cabinet post to win her freedom from the hicks who surround her. She comes qualified in an Obama administration, as she has done nothing in her 2 1/2 terms to prepare her for Homeland Security. The sunny side is she leaves, allowing our extremely competent and exerpience Secretary of State, Jan Brewer, to assume her office.

As for you, Criminal Vodkov, I knew you would come out of the woodwork and sniff around eventually. Get your own thread, you weasel - this thread is about denouncing Pupovich!

Now, what were we talking about...let's see, something about a promotion? Por moi?

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Guest wrote: Further Che will need to stock up on pork rinds, chicken necks, and pop tarts..
I'm going to have to disallow the pop tarts. One pop tart in the house at a time is enough. And a lot of the time too much. Especially as I'm locked in the house with said pop tart doing his best Tippi Hedren impersonation, squealing, as the birds continue to practice their talent shitting on Rancho de Rio Grande.

But I have a plan. I know an old man, Miguel, with twelve children and he has a hard time feeding them. Once I saw Miguel stopped by the road by a game warden and I knew them both and so stopped.

The game warden, "Miguel, what do you have in the back of the truck?"

"Oh, nothing Señor."

"Let me see. Miguel! That's a whooping crane! They're endangered!"

"Señor, you know me. I have twelve niños and I have to feed them. Don't put me in jail."

The game warden is a good man and so is Miguel, so he said, "Welllllll, all right. Just this time. But tell me. What does a whooping crane taste like?"

"She taste just like a bal' eagle!"

I'm going to get Miguel to take care of the talent-shitting birds.

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ReiuxCat. Seguin? I had a friend from the Socialist Youth School named Mark Weber from there. Nice fellow. For a capitalist.

Che, Criminally Insane Vodkov is an old lag around here. The other persecuted him while I, aloof in my socialist purity, stood aside.

Actually I was on South Padre Island watching the waves come in and so could not take part in the pile-on.

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General Mousey-Tongue. Would it please you to be the Inspector of Seafood, Barnyard Fertilizer and Cat Litter Boxes? The latter two positions are very important, especially the third one.

Because I need you to figure out a way to make the flies quit eating the cat shit and start eating the Olbermann Head.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:... Barnyard Fertilizer ....

Yo G, I need new peoples eye glasses (da peeps' peeps specs.) I thought you wrote "Barwny Frwank", or IS that the same as Barnyard Fertilizer?"

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:
Guest wrote: Further Che will need to stock up on pork rinds, chicken necks, and pop tarts..
[HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]I'm going to have to disallow the pop tarts[/HIGHLIGHT]. One pop tart in the house at a time is enough. And a lot of the time too much. Especially as I'm locked in the house with said pop tart doing his best Tippi Hedren impersonation, squealing, as the birds continue to practice their talent shitting on Rancho de Rio Grande.

But I have a plan. I know an old man, Miguel, with twelve children and he has a hard time feeding them. Once I saw Miguel stopped by the road by a game warden and I knew them both and so stopped.

The game warden, "Miguel, what do you have in the back of the truck?"

"Oh, nothing Señor."

"Let me see. Miguel! That's a whooping crane! They're endangered!"

"Señor, you know me. I have twelve niños and I have to feed them. Don't put me in jail."

The game warden is a good man and so is Miguel, so he said, "Welllllll, all right. Just this time. But tell me. What does a whooping crane taste like?"

"She taste just like a bal' eagle!"

I'm going to get Miguel to take care of the talent-shitting birds.

But ...Commissar....my liege,

If you ban pop tarts, what will Premier Betty do for treats? I suppose I could hide a stash, just for him, of course.

As for the bird talent shitting problem, isn't the Marshal a bird dog? I once had a golden retriever that ran in circles, barking his head off, every time a robin landed in the yard. It was funny because he get very dizzy and couldn't stand up; we had a bird bath and lots of dirty birds!LOL Protecting his turf, just like the Marshall.

Seriously, Commissar, maybe the birds are being attracted to something (I haven't a clue what attracts birds except food and shiny things?) at the Rancho? Your compassion is showing by giving a glorious opportunity to a illegalpoor immigrant trying to feed his family. Hope Miguel enjoys fowl? Yes....you really can be compassionate.

Whoa now.....what's this? My tinfoil hat is buzzing.... Breaking news....The biggest jewel theft in France's history was just reported by the MSM. ......oh,oh....anyone seen the Chairman today? They said the theives knew exactly what they were stealing and dressed in drag.....I'll bet it was him.....same MO

looking for my birdshot, and fowl recipes,

Che' Gourmet

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Bonnie Fwank, Barnyard Fertilizer. Same old thing. And talk about talent shitting. Bonnie Fwank and our dipsomaniac Senator Chris Dodd in pushing mortgage on people who can't pay them did the most talent shitting in the history of the world, costing more than WWII.

Now <i>that's</i> talent.

But I wonder. Had Bonnie Fwank had more than one partner who ran a call-boy service out of his Georgetown flat, would he have spent more time at home and less time at work? If we'd installed a dungeon for Bonnie Fwank and hired the Chippendales, would he not have pushed those mortgages as much?

If we had given Chris Dodd a key to the Jack Black distillery, would he have spent more time there? If we had hired the Rockettes for Chris Dodd and Senator Kennedy to make a sandwich with, as they like to do, would there have been so many mortgages?

We're so lucky that these people, Bonnie Fwank and Chris Dudd are clean livers. Because if they weren't then we couldn't have had the largest transfer of money in history from innocent people to guilty rich ones.

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Premier Betty will just have to tough it out. He's damned lucky that he gets a roasted beet. It's time to toughen Betty up for all those video games are making him a soft Premier when we need tough ones.

Remember: the cure for soft socialism is hard communism.

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Comrade_Tovarich wrote: Comrades,

I am confused. Is this list exclusively inclusive or inclusively exclusive?

My Dear Comrade_Tovarich (YO G!),

As you well know (WAZUP HOMIE), the list of charges at any show trial is neither either (AINT SO, MAN). The list doesn't necessarily contains any truth, or even require proof (DATS DA WAY WE ROLL). The list is just the sheet of paper that the progressive judge waves in the air as he yells at the political criminal about the long list of crimes against the state (DON'T DISS DA GANG).

My only personal complaint (AH BE UP FRONT WID YO) against the former Marshall is that he was a highly placed party member (with more titles than I have) (DAT DAWG HAS GOTSTA GO) and many other highly trusted party leaders have seen fit to denounce him (DUDE DISSED DA WRONG GANG) (I want to be on the correct side of the firing squad line so I serve the party line like a good (I"M COOL WID DAT, YO) Democrat/Communist/Cube Party member.)




Comrade “Pul” хулиганье
Tiglath-Pileser III
Over 2753 Years of Organizing Communities

And makin' thugs out you suckas.
From the cradle to the grave.

(SOME LOW LIFE PEEP DIDN'T PUT ON DA PEEPS RAPPER TRANSLATOR, YO)

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Commissar Theocritus: most kind, fair, just, compassionate, and fearless leader. I do not know when a good time to ask you to look in to the promotion we have discussed.

I have excelled in groveling, not to mention fought off Pupovich, who has attempted to bite, claw, and has left heaping piles of Dog “Poo” on my door steps, not to mention urinating on the side of my car and discoloring the paint.

Further I saved your life when I suspect Pupovich left a case with explosives and connected it you your cars ignition. I took the case and attempted to defuse the bomb; unfortunately it still exploded blowing up a shipment of Lawrence Welk videos, and autographed pictures. I know this was a disappointment for you as we know you are a giant fan.

But I will Hijack locate a new truck of memorabilia for you.

I have many other accomplishments that I hope have made your life more pleasant. For instance, I replaced the maps in Chairman Meow's car with ones written in Spanish, so he would get lost and leave you alone.

I hope fearless leader you will consider me when promotions are being discussed

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Ah yes, Red Star. I think that it is time to give you the title of Commissar of Knocking on Doors at Midnight. This is an umbrella position, which includes provisioning the storm troopers who do knock on doors at midnight with whatever form of jackboot that you want. And you may also design the tunics of said storm troopers in any way that you wish so long as they are brown.

By the way, the best method of ensuring that your storm troopers do a good goose step is to make sure that the boot is stiff. Which supports their ankles when they kick people.

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Pul, the best way to make sure you're on the right side of the firing squad is never go to work when you ought to, don't be steadfast in your commitments, except to socialism, and denounce everything that you don't have until you get it and then it's yours.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:General Mousey-Tongue. [HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]Would it please you to be the Inspector of Seafood, Barnyard Fertilizer and Cat Litter Boxes? The latter two positions are very important, especially the third one.
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Because I need you to figure out a way to make the flies quit eating the cat shit and start eating the Olbermann Head.

Despite the 'cleanliness is next to godliness' mistruth, good sanitation is important to keep the collective healthy and strong. You can pick up a bag of Pupovich Chow and place the inevitable maggots on the Olbermann Head. Job done!

I must respectully delcline the barnyard fertilizer and litter box thing, I have people who do that for me and am not an expert in such things. I could go for a Minister of Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms, or maybe a Minister of Lifestyle and Seafood Testing. Can you tell I really like seafood?

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General Mousey-Tongue wrote:Grrrr...why are they looking at me like that?

As long as they stay in the tank, Comrade Reiuxcat. As long as they stay in the tank.

Welcome to the collective, we need more sensible felines around here to balance the obnoxious canine faction. You certainly pass the sniff-test! But perhaps you should get more rest, you appear to be barely awake in your portrait. Or, is this a clever ploy, comrade, to pretend you are unaware to lure enemies into a false sense of security. Oy, Machiavelli would be proud!


I am only showing my content socializing with such fine socialists! That is one of my kittenhood pictures as great grand cat Sasha told me of his living off the offal of the bourgeoisie of the October Revolution. It must be what heaven is like, if there were such a place.


[HIGHLIGHT=#ffff00]Speaking of sniff test, nice stones my General[/HIGHLIGHT].

Merci beaucoups, mon cheri! I have not been ignoring you, Comrade Reiuxcat! Perhpas after the show trial feast, we can retire to my place? You can check out my first-edition of Hegel's Dialectic, or whatever.

That bourgeoisie offal sounds impressive...I was a poor peasant cat from Kunming, so the only offal around was...well, offal. And excrement. And occasionally a little unfinished takee-outee.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:Ah yes, Red Star. I think that it is time to give you the title of Commissar of Knocking on Doors at Midnight. This is an umbrella position, which includes provisioning the storm troopers who do knock on doors at midnight with whatever form of jackboot that you want. And you may also design the tunics of said storm troopers in any way that you wish so long as they are brown.

By the way, the best method of ensuring that your storm troopers do a good goose step is to make sure that the boot is stiff. Which supports their ankles when they kick people.


Commissar Theocritus, thank you Kind, magnanimous, and loveable Leader: I shall get right on the uniforms, Brown, leather jackets, matching boots…Steel toe boots Yes yes good idea

Pupovich I'll teach you to take a dump on my door steps”

See you around "Midnight
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General Mousey-Tongue, I cannot believe that you would spurn being Commissar of Barnyard Fertilizer and Litter Boxes. Have you never seen <i>Soylent Green</i>? Now those people <i>rocked</i>. I mean, with all that chiaroscuro. The riots. The riot controls. All those dirty proles to control. Which are made into...barnyard fertilizer.

The litter boxes are something I really really need control of because it's not right that the Olbermann Head does not attract flies. Other that those who watch MSNBC.

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It's PEOPLE? Soylent Green is PEOPLE!!!

Your assignment is most tempting, but it begets an agricultural background. I am a soldier, and a cat. I don't need a promotion to shovel fertilizer, been there done that.

Surely a wise and cunning Commissar such as yourself can devise a more useful role for my inestimable talents? I have contributed tirelessly for the Party, and only ask for a role where I can commit graft and extortion my whole energy to the People!

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Red Star, consider it done. If I may make a suggestion about the tunics, though--don't get big zoot-suit collars for they're easy for people to grab hold of. And you know that stuff that they make luggage out of now? Woven nylon? It's utterly indestructible.

And let me suggest that you get your body bags made out of Tyvek with nylon reinforcing.

Lexan shields, and carbon-fiber truncheons with a lead weight on the end. That way it'll be lighter but still have maximum velocity when you crack open Republican heads.

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And General, of course Soylent Green is people. I intend to turn all the Rethuglicans into fertilizer to reclaim the brownfields where we can make environmentally friendly tea cozies for our herbal tea.

Which we will drink with the pastries made from fair-trade quinoa sweetened with honey made from bees which a queen which is democratically elected.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:... which is democratically elected.

Democratically elected by the party drones, who are there to protect the prole-bees from themselves.

But that is what you already said.

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Commissar Theocritus wrote:Ah yes, Red Star. I think that it is time to give you the title of Commissar of Knocking on Doors at Midnight. This is an umbrella position, which includes provisioning the storm troopers who do knock on doors at midnight with whatever form of jackboot that you want. And you may also design the tunics of said storm troopers in any way that you wish so long as they are brown.

By the way, the best method of ensuring that your storm troopers do a good goose step is to make sure that the boot is stiff. Which supports their ankles when they kick people.


My esteemed Commissar, you do Comrade Red Star much honor with this new title. He can join the already heralded pantheon of public servants. It is time to add new heroes as the Rethuglicans have nary an illegal break in, wasting their time on liberators and insurgents with this so called Patriot act! (Perhaps Pupovich has also been invovled in this right wing travesty of law enforcement. More testimony for the trial.)


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