Does any of this contain even a scintilla of “Truth”, let alone “Justice”? Or is this just an elaborate hoax?
I am referring to the latest frame filed on the Kyiv Unedited website blithely titled, “An Outline of Welsh Losser and Zippy Zamazda in the United States” (see post directly above this one).
Now, that sounds sufficiently straightforward and innocuous, until, that is, you read it! Which I, having already done so (as such is my thankless job), strongly recommend you not doing yourselves, O, Greatly Valued Readers, unless you are a madcap knight errant, and care not a jot for your peace of mind.
Me – I have to do this. Imagine getting paid, chump change though it is, to commit forced errors all of the time.
But You?! O, Reader, Reader…
So, I ask: Where is the proof of any of this? Where are the sources? WHO are they? How can this “writer” know any of this is going on, or that it is going on at all?
Is there a difference between unlikely and highly unlikely; and between highly unlikely and improbable; and then between improbable and impossible (beyond mere straining of credulity); then, between impossible and an outright lie; and then between an outright lie and a fraud?
What lies beyond that?
Is it the Devil; the Devil telling us we’ll be as gods? And when we believe it, we get Death for our reward, but not before trudging through practically nothing but misery, pain of every sort, and suffering all our short, pathetic lives.
For here we are, being served up some farfetched fable of Welsh Losser and Zippy Zamazda running (get this) an ANTIQUE FURNITURE RESTORATION workshop in rural Kansas…
Yeah, right. Give me a break (as they say). This is so bad, I’m not even going to bother looking up the “writer” of this… of this… THING… to even give them the satisfaction of being recognized and addressed as the “author” of this excrescence of words.
Well, read this pap, if you want; it’s no skin off my nose. I’ve already done the dirty work for you, and this Story Notice is meant to give you fair warning – of everything you risk should you decide to go forward with it, despite my valiant efforts to get you to stop.
About the Hasidic Strip Bar Guillotine
Which, for some strange reason, reminds me: I might as well tell you about that guillotine in front of the boarded-up Hasidic Strip Bar in Kyiv’s Podil District.
That guillotine is nothing more than an outdoor art memorial. Ominous, perhaps. But nonetheless just an installed open-air creative work; a cultural, anthropological, and sociological object meant for our visceral reflection only. It isn’t otherwise real or practically functional. It couldn’t cut through a bar of butter even if it wanted to. The thing doesn’t work. It just stands there – looming up and up into the air. But the blade itself never comes down.
Oh, the guillotine probably works in a dimension somewhat removed from, yet closely connected to, our own – the one we’ve referred to as The Checkout (for the sake of convenience and easy, though not necessarily accurate, reference) at The Kyiv Commix ever since this news outfit’s inception. It is the dimension where monstrous, insane freaks roam and rule, and into which you and I can be pulled, if we are not vigilant, resistant, and careful, although one can end up there simply by dint of natural curiosity, or naïve impressionability.
Otherwise, back here, down in our sad world, the guillotine has no Power. Except for the Power that we allow it to have… or don’t…
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