Tuesday, May 4, 2010


Dearest Historics:

It seems Mr. Weikel, that most vile of downtown elite wannabes, has now gone over the top. In a twisted variation of "The Most Dangerous Game" (Richard Connell, 1924), he has taken to hunting bureaucrats and poseurs for sport. Right here in the Historic Core.

Bully I say!

The King always enjoyed the hunts of his youth in Boreno for the critically endangered Sumatran Tiger. Only a man, his rifle and his wits against the great beast. Plus a retinue of at least thirty. With Land Rovers in tow.

So Mr. Weikel has decided to take up this most jolly of sports in earnest. First, extinguishing the short acrid political career of Ms. Trudy McFall. Then bagging City CAO Doug Smith in a short 2 month campaign (we thought at least he would have run!). Weikel makes General Zaroff look like a piker.

Mayor Cohen says he is worried. Publisher Marquart hides. Mr. Foer of Severna Park rails. They all agonize: am I next?

I hear Mr. Weikel and his battalions are planning the following enroute Berlin:
-- A personal lawsuit against ADCC Chair Nick Berry if he prints lies.
-- An organized push against The Capital's misreporting.
-- A new Democratic Party rump organization in the citte to counter the corrosive effects of the ADCC.

It's also very fortunate that no one has yet dealt with the facts in Mr. Weikel's postal cards. The gutting of citte environmental programs, the ad hoc firings and the self-serving raises and fearful paranoia.

Yes, facts are so distracting from the hunt!

Nevertheless, even though I have no time for such riff raff as Mr. Weikel, I am happy to see the most dangerous game return to the Ancient Citte. After a 340 year hiatus.

Even if the game itself is not in short supply: hypocrites.

King of George

The general filled both glasses, and said, "God makes some men poets. Some He makes kings, some beggars. Me He made a hunter. My hand was made for the trigger, my father said. He was a very rich man with a quarter of a million acres in the Crimea, and he was an ardent sportsman. When I was only five years old he gave me a little gun, specially made in Moscow for me, to shoot sparrows with. When I shot some of his prize turkeys with it, he did not punish me; he complimented me on my marksmanship. I killed my first bear in the Caucasus when I was ten. My whole life has been one prolonged hunt. I went into the army--it was expected of noblemen's sons--and for a time commanded a division of Cossack cavalry, but my real interest was always the hunt. I have hunted every kind of game in every land. It would be impossible for me to tell you how many animals I have killed."


  1. Quite a fusillade across the bow, if I do say so myself.

  2. Weikel, hunting for hypocrites! Pretty funny. lots of them around this city.

  3. Yes this Weikel fellow is a problem for we the ultra elite. He brings us down to vile levels of squabbling with the rabble.

    Is there anything we can do to get rid of him? Talk to his banker, destroy his business or undermine him somehow ?

    Perhaps it is just best to ignore him.

  4. Yes, the bloodsport of the Anciet City! We need a good hunt to round up the miscrents and evil doers.

  5. I agree bloodsport is a good thing - we certainly took out Ellen Moyer with it and drove her to the ground.

  6. Time to create havoc in the streets. The people must be heard!

  7. I see Mr. Foer is going after both Cohen and Silverman today and has returned to his old ways. Go get 'em Paul - do it for the people and don't let them spend us into oblivion !

    Government need to be reduced as it has grown too large.

  8. I say Cohen is a twit. a complete nincompoop, a dimwit. He claims to at least have completed one thing in his life --a degree in economics, but seems incapable of real world applications. Someone pull this boys transcripts, I want to review it.

    Recall Cohen