Mad World II : Spies and other dodgy things

Good day, citizens in magazine land! Fluffy is well and looking mighty fine in my little sister’s pink tutu, I might add. If I can only get it to stop singing the Portuguese National Anthem I just might end up keeping the little vixen! Just kidding, you’re gonna get him back in a few articles time. Maybe.

So ever since I wrote my fantabulous debut in your crappy mag, I’ve been thinking about what else I’d like to share with your seven readers. I kept thinking and pacing and howling at the moon, but I suddenly had nothing to talk about. Wouldn’t you know it, just when I ransom a magazine into publishing me!?? So as I’m sitting chewing on Fluffy’s ears for inspiration, suddenly my invisible Mexican friend Paco calls me up on my soon to be released iPhone and informs me of two very important things; his undying love for Pamela Anderson and the news that another Egyptian just got thrown off a building in London. Obviously I was shocked, because I had always thought Paco was more into brunettes, but then again, invisible people are rarely consistent.

But then I started to think about the second piece of news, and that’s when I realized I had found my topic. Have you ever wondered how dodgy the world of politics is? I mean, the whole idea of spies, intelligence, counter intelligence, counter counter intelligence, etc? And how politicians rarely tell the truth, and seem like they’re all friends and allies, but actually have spies extracting information about each other and killing people off. Is that not a sign of a completely un-evolved race, where the leaders (who are supposed to be the best examples) are actually backstabbing lying murderers? And all this might just make sense if they were doing it for the good of the nation or the people, but in that area they also lie and make false statements to get support and remain in power. What amuses me is how dormant we all are about this, it’s like we’ve accepted it as a fact that cannot be changed. Perhaps this is just something in our nature. Perhaps we are comfortable being deceived and herded like sheep. Perhaps they will bring Seinfeld back for another season. Perhaps. Perhaps. That’s such a great word, ‘perhaps’. It’s like a distinguished version of its lower class cousin, ‘maybe’.

Well, that’s all I wanted to say. I gotta go now, Paco just sent me a text message saying he broke up with Pamela Anderson and needs me by his side right now. This is gonna be a long night. Meow.