Comrades, as you all know, I pride myself on my working dog life style. However, last night, I let out my more equal side in a big way, and for the night, I partied like the Chairman and Commissar Theocrtius rolled up into one immoral, uncaring, and thus quite uber progressive manner.

I must confess, the night did not start out like that. First I went out on a routine surveillance mission to "my" church. Comrades, there is still much ThoughtCrime™ to be burned out before we can truly enjoy the Socialist Paradise that we have ordained for the people. But what a start I had on my night! A young and quite lovely prole imagined that she had heard from God that I, Marshal Pupovich of all people, should be prayed over. Next thing you know, I was surrounded by these proles praying over me. Of course it was quite pleasant having all these lovely gals hugging on me while I was lifting their wallets and what other valuables I could find. Yes, I was blessed indeed and I will be making many many more fact finding missions there.

This brought out a hunger in me that I simply could not restrain. So I ordered my driver to pull over a few blocks away, so I could rid myself of the undercover vehicle I had been constrained to use, and transferred to my luxurious and because of my highly exalted status, bullet proof customized Zill - 5000 LX. Still unsure of what I wished to do, I turned on my 64 inch flat screen and poured myself a mink scented vodka.

Now many of you do not realize that I am sort of an amateur bird watcher. So when I saw on the tv that a rare quail, thought to be extinct, was discovered in the Phillipines....


....I did what any more equal than others would do! I immediately took to my private jet and flew to see this lovely creature! From there, the rest of my evening was settled! Yes comrades, my cajun upbringing and my uber progressive training led to what can only be described as The Marshal partied like he was the Chairman! However, I also find that I have to denounce Comrade Che Gourmet for not offering this delicacy to me before.

Life is good being Marshal Commissar Pupovich!

I hope it was slow cooked over a wood fire for the Marshal. I enjoyed a few skewers of Pacific Pocket Mouse thanks to one of the Inner Circle. They were overnighted fresh from the Left Coast, they cooked up crispy/tasty but there were only 39 in the box, hardly a meal.

Yes Comrade Red Jim, the cooking was excellent! It was accompanied with a most delightful virgin blood sauce and a delightful wine served in a conflict diamond glass cooled by a dead baby seal. Quite a night for the Marshal I must say, though well deserved as well.

Marshal Pupovich wrote:Yes Comrade Red Jim, the cooking was excellent! It was accompanied with a most delightful virgin blood sauce and a delightful wine served in a conflict diamond glass cooled by a dead baby seal. Quite a night for the Marshal I must say, though well deserved as well.

A meal more equal than others, fit for a Marshal.

Ahh Marshal, I will have to send you some local delicacies from the Olympia Collective. Perhaps some Spotted Owl, a bit of Orca liver, and maybe to garnish it, the bark of some Pacific Yew? I'll be sure to put it all in a special box carved from a single piece of ancient old growth Douglas Fir.

Marshal Pupovich wrote: Now many of you do not realize that I am sort of an amateur bird watcher. So when I saw on the tv that a rare quail, thought to be extinct, was discovered in the Phillipines....

Ah yes, I remember that quail. It is nearly extinct because on my last trip there one of them was chirping too loud and interrupting my sleep. Therefore, I had the less equal Party members who were with me go out and begin a campaign of genocide against the species. In the morning, they presented me with thousands of corpses and informed me that they had killed all of them. I'm deeply disappointed to see that they failed. They will have to be punished.

Comrade7.62 wrote:Ahh Marshal, I will have to send you some local delicacies from the Olympia Collective. Perhaps some Spotted Owl, a bit of Orca liver, and maybe to garnish it, the bark of some Pacific Yew? I'll be sure to put it all in a special box carved from a single piece of ancient old growth Douglas Fir.

I do hope you save the bough tips for some Winter Ale.

Comrade7.62 wrote:Ahh Marshal, I will have to send you some local delicacies from the Olympia Collective. Perhaps some Spotted Owl, a bit of Orca liver, and maybe to garnish it, the bark of some Pacific Yew? I'll be sure to put it all in a special box carved from a single piece of ancient old growth Douglas Fir.

That would be wonderful no doubt, but on an off chance, I have developed a taste for extinct species, or perhaps if you have no already extinct food groups, some sasquatch prime rtb would go down nicely.

Comrade Joe, my Uncle Iosef is fond of his sleep no doubt. Otherwise he loves nature.

DDR Kamerad wrote:I do hope you save the bough tips for some Winter Ale.

Winter Ale Kamerad? There can be no winter with Global Warming, which as Comrade Clinton reminded us just this week, may have already passed the point of no return.

In the glorious People's Republic of China it's a well known fact that eating any "endangered or extinct" critter will put lead in your pencil.

Considering the population of China, I don't know they think they need to be more sexually potent, but that's not for me to decide.

I suggest we start a campaign to clone woolly mammoths in secret, then tell the Chinese that we discovered the last remaining beast and sell it off piecemeal as an aphrodisiac at $1,000 a gram.

Since these critters are so large, nobody in China will notice that we never seem to run out of this "rare" commodity.

The money can then be redistributed to the "most equal" members of the inner circle Party elite.

Marshal Pupovich wrote: That would be wonderful no doubt, but on an off chance, I have developed a taste for extinct species, or perhaps if you have no already extinct food groups, some sasquatch prime rtb would go down nicely.

Marshal, the problem with sasquatch is that it is hard to tell them from some of the more "eclectic" students at The Evergreen State College. To wit, both are hairy, smell bad, make strange noises, and are seen in the Western Washington woods.

Red Jim wrote:I hope it was slow cooked over a wood fire for the Marshal. I enjoyed a few skewers of Pacific Pocket Mouse thanks to one of the Inner Circle. They were overnighted fresh from the Left Coast, they cooked up crispy/tasty but there were only 39 in the box, hardly a meal.

OOOH! I LOVE PPM braised on mesquite charcoal...mmmm good! Comrade Red Jim, you must share with me your procurement contact, and I will ensure a most generous contribution to their, ahem, favorite charity.

Comrade Marshal, you clearly roll with the rich and famous...you probably don't remember those long nights trolling for proles to abuse on the streets of Chicago...back in the days when we were climbing the Party ranks by turning in stooges and schmoozing Chairman Meow...


Now it's work, work, work all day for the People, a bottle of vodka and catnip every night, and waking up on the floor in the morning next to my latest hariball. Sigh.

General, there was no return address, just The Party as sender. Perhaps I might send you some Atwaters Prairie Chickens? They go very well with fava beans and a Chianti.

General Mousey-Tongue wrote: Comrade Marshal, you clearly roll with the rich and famous...you probably don't remember those long nights trolling for proles to abuse on the streets of Chicago...back in the days when we were climbing the Party ranks by turning in stooges and schmoozing Chairman Meow...


Now it's work, work, work all day for the People, a bottle of vodka and catnip every night, and waking up on the floor in the morning next to my latest hariball. Sigh.

Comrade General Cat, I think quite fondly on those days, and long for some free time that we can renew our rides. In fact, I might even let you drive for once. I still love that car, and Great Stalin's Ghost, we were dressed to kill weren't we?