The point is, if Dirk Dickerson hadn’t smashed up the Heavy Hebe’s high-tech satellite spy equipment, when the Hebe had simply invited him and Jack Step to come over to the city’s main synagogue to check it out in what was nothing more than a friendly gesture, then we wouldn’t be forced to choke through, what is it now, 10? … 12? stories just about the Jews!
You know there’s nothing we can do about Dickerson, so why did that fact necessitate an entire anthology on the anti-goyim decollation practices of Kyiv’s Hasidic Jews?
Are you done, already, finally? Or is there/are there going to be some more – because you haven’t said everything there is to say about the subject yet? Or are you simply OUT OF YOUR #!%$^*& MINDS?!?
What the hell is WRONG with you people?!
Why can’t you give us the stories that we love to hate, tear apart, shit all over, denigrate? Like in the good old days…
Have you not come to wonder why we’re not writing traditional Story Notices anymore?
What’s happened to Mack?
And what about Welsh Losser; or Zippy Zamazda in America, for that matter?
Face it, you fucked up, buckos. But everyone can see right through your pathetic charade. You blew it; you lost; and really, there’s no hope for you anymore, if you have the balls to look Reality in its Face – and it ain’t pretty…
But these things do happen, and they happened to you. You will do yourselves an immense favor by simply accepting your fate. Now, any negative consequences that befall you will be nobody’s fault but your own, although, knowing you, we’re fairly certain you will at least have the integrity to admit as much – just before your tragic and irreversible fall. There’s something to be admired there, even if we do grudgingly concede the point.
Why fuck around? So that you can find out? You will see where that will have gotten you. As day follows night, you will surely pay the price. But that’s a good thing, because somebody has to.
Nya-nya…
Insincerely Yours,
Signed,
The Union of Kyiv Commix Jokers
January 12, 2026