Anyways, the higher-ups may or may not have believed my story - random ronin hippy writer who likes Russia, ‘ates globohomos and so on, but quotas have to be filled, boxes checked, protocol observed, the law is the law and so on. God save us from the faceless bureaucracy Leviathan. It doesn’t seem to matter whether they call themselves Fascists, Communists, Liberals or Xenos, the secret police and their notebooks never seem to go out of style.
The fallen nature of humanity is boringly consistent notwithstanding the labels they use.
Is it safe to subscribe to the guy's newsletter? He is intelligently funny! Thanks
Welcome. I thought he took the situation fairly well . . . with a sense of humor. His probability of letting the bureaucrats drive him nuts his probably pretty low. LOL.