LET THE WHITE-WASHING BEGIN!

We ask you, what is a community of troglodytes without a cave?

An occupation that perishes without a trace.

According to a memorandum that just landed (in a puddle of turkey juice) on the desk of the departmental secretary, today the walls of the Kellen gallery were returned to their native white. The thought of all that virgin wall stretching out before us is almost as exciting, as soft, as yielding, as the pungent leatheriness of an executive swivel chair.

It is strange and awe-inspiring to ponder the transience, the metaphysical insignificance, of DECLARATORY STATEMENTS that men did not have the foresight to number, categorize and file in manila folders (MANILA: noblest of substances).

To the Autonomous Occupation: You believed that your petroglyphs would survive you.

We say: IF ONLY YOU HAD EFFECTIVELY SEALED YOUR EXIT LIKE THE PEOPLE OF LASCAUX!

Their sealed cave was a proto-filing-cabinet; and so they anticipated the logic of the bureaucracy that was to come.

For their foresight, they are rewarded. Their occupation shall be remembered. Yours, enemy, has already dropped like a turkey carcass into the dustbin of exhausted COMMODITIES.

Soon, the white-washing will be complete.

History will shine as a TABULA RASA once more.

Advertisements
Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment

A Civil Exchange

Greetings Literati!

ONLY THIS MORNING, We, the bureaucrats, were despoiling our breakfasts, letting gravy run down our billowing chins and onto our quivering bellies, when we were given pause in our perusal of the usual news offerings. We had just flicked over from the Wall St Journal to chriscrews.com, when the following, PERSPICACIOUS, lines of analysis caught our monocled peepers:

“After all, when the politics are reduced to this [and here, the author specified our entire PRESS AND MEDIA RELEASE of the 25th], what room is there to talk any more? How does one argue with a politics like that? How does one work with a politics like that? What the hell kind of politics is that? Whatever it is, this is what finally killed the occupation.”

Yes, oh poet of the revolution, WE KILLED THE OCCUPATION.

And VICTORY tastes GOOD (like TURKEY flesh, only more suppliant, more moist).

But to answer your queries,

How does one argue with a politics like that?

You POLITELY register your discontent at the central office. We take note, dismiss, notify you, file the entire correspondence under ‘q’ for ‘correspondence’, and bill you for processing.

How does one work with a politics like that?

Slowly, while your CHILDREN are co-opted into the relentless march of PROGRESS.

What the hell kind of politics is that?

Hell indeed, Sir, HELL indeed.

Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments

A PRESS AND MEDIA RELEASE

Greetings ENEMIES.

We are writing to you with bellies full of TURKEY.

We are the bureaucrats. We are the collaborationists. We are the hypocritical professors, and these are our empty words.

What do we demand? Nothing less than the destruction of the foundations of LIFE ITSELF.

To the Autonomous Occupation: We reject your absurd anachronistic monarchism. It became clear during the occupation that you were royalist SWINE (no wonder you sought to kill the PIG, the only force that challenged the supremacy of your LORD).

And now you have established a state of exclusion. Truly, you are SOVEREIGN.

YET YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE OUR PANOPTICON! (Picture! Picture! Picture!)

Your crypto-feudal-nostalgic-aristocratism is no match for our identitarian-logocentric-bureaucratism. Prepare to drown in the black sea of our corruption and oppression, little LITTLE island.

Picture.

Yours Sincerely,

The Bureaucrats. And the Collaborationists. And your parents.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment