“Mutantism on The March” :Chapter 92 “Terrorism and Swiss Cheese”

The mayor of Montreal, Droolpoop, was in a bit of a purple funk. While the world fair EXPO 67 was doing very well the prospect of the upcoming municipal elections was unnerving although he stood and excellent chance of retaining his position. The contractors filled their pockets and the Mafia had done very well selling tainted horse meat at Expo 67. Droolpoop was in the preliminary stages of planning for a bid for the upcoming summer Olympics. Thank goodness no one had vandalized the American Pavilion at Expo 67 because violence in Montreal would not bode well for any Olympic bid! However, some snoopy investigative journalists were braying like donkeys about tainted meat being sold at Expo 67 concessions and this could blow up into something nasty. Selling tuberculosis infected horse burgers could only taint the outstanding reputation of the city. Matters quickly worsened with criminal charges being laid against several prominent mobsters and in their defence they claimed Droolpoop had encouraged their nefarious acts. How ungrateful could they be. Droolpoop had no idea who sold the twenty aged Montreal police horses to Costello Weiner and Frank Company. Droolpoop claimed they were being sold to a well-known American restaurant chain in Nicaragua. Well at least something good could be said about the presence of organized crime. They were always there to bear the brunt of any criminal act!

Speaking of Nicaragua, Droolpoop’s bliss was shattered as on the closing day of Expo 67 the Nicaragua Pavilion at Expo 67 was firebombed. The mutants were immediately suspect as it was well known they had never tired of attacking the Sam Moza regime in Nicaragua and the guerilla fighters who were gnawing away at it. But the mutants were not so rash as to increase political repression on themselves. However they were delighted privately. The mutants could never pull off a firebombing given their small numbers in Montreal. They were too weak and the police could easily crush them. Squid had praised the virtues of revolutionary violence but mostly in the lesser developed world. Sophisticated spying technology was all too prevalent in industrialized countries hence terrorist acts were virtually useless.

In his book “Terrorism and Swiss Cheese” he had made his views known, “Terrorism and repression are bedfellows. Acts of terrorism invite blatant physical repression. In the developed world it is more acute where the apparatus of repression is highly developed and effective. Through legislation, often disguised as “emergency orders” countless people are liquidated or tossed into the brig. And the happy brainwashed majority will clap seeing these actions as a positive manifestation of law and order for the “public good”. Those who contest the abuse of democratic rights will be labelled as terrorists or criminals.

What a total farce. It is the high rates of literacy in the developed countries which stifle acts of revolutionary violence. The masses read the mass media piled high with mistruths. This is called free speech but observe carefully and see just how free it is. For example in the United States if only the public really knew what was happening in Vietnam. The Lie has been so perfected by the American military industrial complex and internalized by journalists forgive them for they do not know what they write and say. The masses can’t see the simple fact that the media is supported by advertisements. Those who advertise increase their business by exploiting people. When there is political opposition to their greed and frequent genocidal projects and products they are angered which is then by osmosis and economic realities transferred into the media they support. I emphasize this attitude need not be overt. When a terrorist group attacks this or that corporation or threatens their interests the press respond as all lackies must. Who wants to see the big bosses, those who pay their salaries, criticized?

We have a different situation in lesser developed areas of the world where literacy has not reached universal levels. Populations there are less susceptible to mass brainwashing. Daily doses of media repression float by unnoticed. It flows through the masses as if they were Swiss Cheese where the multitudes of holes contribute to the overall healthiness of the masses. The masses remain uncontaminated. In the lesser developed countries, the police and army are weak and can’t effectively repress. The political leaders would rather fatten their bank accounts and indulge in lavish overconsumption rather than buy more helicopters. Thus revolutionary violence, if organized, can function with more success although hundreds may be wiped out in clumsy governmental retaliatory raids. Only such highly professional and dedicated terrorists like Santa Claus or Tarzan can function in a developed country. Notice in developed countries Santa Claus relies on hit and run techniques. To stay in the vicinity of the attack would be suicide. He knows his enemies are equally professional and they outnumber him.

In the lesser developed countries people are often forced to fight their rulers as not to would mean liquidation. This is not the case in developed countries due to a higher standard of living. Here discontent and dissatisfaction is catered to due to a higher standard of living and through a highly developed and profitable industry of sex, drugs, alcohol, lotteries, rock n roll, film etc. This escapist industry is one of the most effective tools of repression invented. It makes one forget, a luxury which millions can’t afford in less developed countries.”

Poetry Break: “The Criminalization of Front-Line Workers”

The Criminalization of Front-Line Workers

Do you remember but a few months ago
Blind and unwavering praise for COVID front-line workers
poor exhausted heroes a wonderful political tool
For many a deceived fool
to maintain iron fisted COVID rule
Of the politico-medico elite
Martyrs and heroes
an example for all
but if they don’t get vaccinated they take the fall
to sit like bad boys and girls in some detention hall
and they don’t take the jab
suddenly the heroes become the politico-medico elite scab
ready to be terminated or harassed with regular COVID testing
oh how the political elite blessed
have become criminals
laying bare the politico-medico elite ruse
which rightfully should be metaphorically blown up with explosives and a fuse
and where is the media that took part in creating the front-line holy grail?
they have turned their backs on the shrine to front-line heroes they helped to create
more COVID fodder
to avoid the political totter

Robert K. Stephen

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog” :Reggie’s Naughty Christmas Eve (A Children’s Story)

Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Reggie and I am the luckiest and happiest dog in the world. Please read my story and find out why I am saying this.

Everything is settling down nicely with Bob, Fay, Dillie, Karim and REGGIE!

It is cold outside. Poor Karim is not used to the cold but Dillie, Karim and I have such beautiful winter coats when we swagger down the street on our walks I think the entire neighbourhood is admiring the FRIENDLY PACK of Scottish and Egyptian dogs. We feel with our leader Dillie The West Highland Terrier who is Bob and Fay’s 13 year old Westie we are so cool like the Rat Pack we all saw on Turner Classic Movies a few nights ago. Dillie is Sinatra, Karim Sammy Davis Junior and I am Dean Martin. We are so cool. We are on top of the world. Even Dillie has gained some energy as he keeps up with us and at 13 years old that’s great for him.

I am not sure what this Christmas is but it is very important for those who call themselves Christians. Their Allah seems to be called God and his son Jesus and it is time to celebrate his birth and everyone seems to give presents to each other on Christmas Day.

Fay and Bob have set up a wonderful smelling tree with lights and funny little shiny balls hanging on it. And there are shiny presents wrapped in wonderfully coloured paper. Karim and I are fascinated by the shiny boxes which I understand are opened on Christmas Day. Fay and Bob’s children will come over and they will have a special drink called Christmas punch and open presents with the fireplace crackling. We dogs are so excited! We are hoping to get a big piece of the big bird they eat called “turkey”.

Bob and Fay go out on Christmas Eve, which I think is the day before Christmas, to a neighbour’s house where they will drink something called wine and eat many special treats. We dogs love peanut butter as a treat but I am not sure what the humans eat for special occasions.

Dillie, Karim and I love to look at the Christmas tree with its lights and special shiny balls. We are all so happy and grateful that Allah or God has thrown us together. We see the shiny boxes and get a bit crazy and rip them up so the paper is all over the floor. Dillie joins us so we think it is OK. The living room is a mess like a terrorist bomber in Iraq had detonated a bomb. All of us enjoyed our fun but now are thinking we have done something wrong and hide.

Bob and Fay come back from their party. I hear Bob say “Holy Shit! What have these devils been up too?” Then Fay and Bob laugh and call our names softly and we come for pats on the head and belly rubs. It is the season for love and forgiving but as we go on our Christmas Eve walk Bob tells us we have been naughty but that it has been a long year for all of us and as his God forgives he will follow him and forgive us but he warns us don’t you ever do this again! Bob and Fay are so kind to us sometimes even when we are not good.

We all go to bed as Bob and Fay wrap up what we destroyed. But we are so very excited about Christmas Day. I tell Karim that Dillie has told me there are presents for dogs? I have never celebrated Christmas before so what presents could Karim and I receive as Cairo street dogs? We are used to hate and anger and are not used to be forgiven for the bad things we do so perhaps being forgiven and loved is the biggest present of Christmas.

Fay and Bob put out cookies and milk for a man called Santa Claus that will come down the chimney and give us presents. After our Christmas Eve walk Bob says that we have been so naughty and if we dare eat the cookies for Santa we are in big trouble. We poor Cairo street dogs are so happy about this Christmas we will not eat the cookies although early in the morning Dillie tells us we can eat the cookies very quietly and return to bed and we do enjoying the sweetness of these shortbread cookies. We are all so excited about tomorrow where Dillie says we will all receive toys. I drift off to sleep too tired to say my prayers but Anwar, my original owner, comes to me and says how much he loves me and how proud he is of me even if I have torn up the shiny boxes under the Christmas tree.

I feel in my heart that Allah or Bob and Fay’s God have a special and tender heart for all dogs. If it is Allah or a Christian god they seem to be the same to me. Love, forgiveness and compassion!

Poetry Break: Get Your Will Ready

Yes rely on the “scientists”
government lackies
urging two jabs and now it’s up to three
the scientific mind has saved us or has grossly miscalculated
blaming a new Delta variant not their incompetence in predicting it
well what does it matter
we idiots with the three shots may be shortly dead
with an untested in the long term vaccine
from a Trump Warp speed
will be underground and the daisies will be sprouting seed
and the unvaccinated bastards we so haughtily criticized
will be alive and grateful they never complied

Robert K. Stephen

RKS Wine: The Penniless Pensioner Low Life Wine Fraud and Wild Tuscan Boar Stew

PP phoned me up the other day in an excited mood. Looks like he has a new girlfriend Celine Serpent a wealthy widower living in Rosedale. You might want to say she invested a paltry $200,000 with Bernie Madoff and being on the upper end of the Ponzi scheme she doubled her money. He said if she gave him her entire fortune to invest she would be wealthy beyond all expectations. She disliked his cologne so she balked. Well some of her French aristocratic friends were fleeced.

PP extricated himself from Madoff criminal proceedings nearly bankrupting himself with all the fancy New York attorney fees. So once living in a swank penthouse, “The Lonsdale”, he is now living in humbler quarters figuring out the best way of tapping into his Panamanian bank accounts so he can regain his former lifestyle.

Celine has invited him (and his pajamas and toothbrush) to her Rosedale mansion for an Italian themed dinner including his favourite Wild Tuscan Boar Stew and Gnocchi with mushrooms. Although PP still has some of his handmade Harry Rosen suits and shoes his wine cellar was sold off. But he has an empty bottle of a Super Tuscan wine Sassicaia he can fill up and recork with some passable Tuscan juice thinking guests will be so tipsy from the Franciacorta bubbly they will be downing they won’t know the difference. He mentioned he bought a Tuscan Monte Antico on sale at the LCBO for $13.95 and would that be passable especially since his favourite wine critic James Suckling gave it a 90? Am I a compliance guy at a high-flying boiler-room securities dealer? Sometimes I feel I am being used!

As for aroma this wine has a bucketload of cheerful cherry a classic marker for Tuscan Sangiovese. Ample black cherry, blackberry and you can add that up and say it’s a pretty classy wine. Impressive palate with a solid core of sweet cherry and blackberry. Short finish. Smooth and impressive but it is too cheerful and sassy to be a brooding Sassicaia but get a room of COVID liberated individuals on a patio partying like its 1967 PP could be following in Rudy Kurniwan’s footsteps and pull it off. Naughty PP! I warn PP Celine could have some of her ruined French friends at the party and perhaps they plan to poison him although all criminal charges against him in the Madoff swindle were dropped. He hung up on me.

A good match for most tomato based Italian pasta sauces. If you believe in the stability and boredom of a “house wine concept” this might be for you.

PP phoned me a couple of days after the Rosedale party delighted he “pulled it off” and Celine had asked him to marry her! Could I be the wine advisor for their engagement party? I advised him his freebies had come to an end and he laughed saying it looked as if the Panamanian funds were going to rolling in. Finally some money will be rolling my way. My fee will be $25,000 for the engagement party. A cheque payable to RKS Wine Consulting was just couriered to me and signed by Ms. Serpent.

Monte Antico is 85% Sangiovese, 10% Cabernet Sauvignon and 5% Merlot.

(Monte Antico Toscana IGT 2016, C. Santa Lucia, Pontedera, Italy, $ 13.95, Liquor Control Board of Ontario # 69377, 750 mL, 13%, Robert K. Stephen A Little Birdie Told Me So Rating 91/100).

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog” : Karim’s Little Lunging Problem(A Children’s Story)

Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Reggie and I am the luckiest and happiest dog in the world. Please read my story and find out why I am saying this.

If you are reading this you are human. Do you really know what it is like living the life of a cast-off dog on the streets of Cairo? No you don’t as you are not a dog. You would have to had led the life Karim and I lived in Cairo to understand what I think you humans refer to as “Mean Street”.

Please understand not all Egyptians hate dogs. There were many families in Cairo that had small dogs as pets but due to COVID-19 many Egyptians lost their jobs and any could no longer afford to pay for dog food or animal doctor bills so many of us cast-offs were a product of COVID-19. The lucky ones were accepted by animal shelters but many were just left off in a street far away from their home so they would not know how to return.

This was very cruel to dogs that relied on humans for love and protection. Many dogs became angry and mean against humans as they felt betrayed. Imagine being in a caring and loving home, like me, then poof you are a street dog surviving to live. Can you imagine the terror of being alone with animal control trying to shoot or poison you? Here in Canada they let you live and put you in a shelter. Allah help you if it is a kill shelter. In a kill shelter you are put to sleep forever if no one comes to adopt you but at least you have hope. Street dogs often have no hope.

Street dogs often loose their manners and forget their training. They poop and pee wherever they want. They fail to obey most commands from humans fearing it is a trap to grab and kill them. One day a group of teenagers were smoking hashish in a back alley and they held out a piece of chicken for me and my tummy was so empty it was hurting. As I walked over to the boys I heard a couple of them chanted in English “KILL”. Thankfully I understand English so I ran off. Street dogs learn not to trust humans as they are dangerous. But some humans were good humans and fed us and gave us water to drink. Most simply ignored us but we will never forget those that tried to kick us or hurt us. For many of us that stays trapped in our minds.

So we come to Canada with bad attitudes toward human beings. And a long trip on an airplane to a new country we know nothing about. Please don’t expect us to be like many happy Canadian dogs who are loved, protected and so well taken care of. I was on the street for what I think was close to a year and felt, angry, mistreated, abused, hated, threatened and most of all painfully unloved. Can you expect me to jump up and wag my tail and thank those who rescued and adopted me?

I told you before I saw a BBC documentary when I was with Anwar about British soldiers in Afghanistan who returned home with post traumatic stress disorder which they call PTSD because they keep reliving some of the horrific situations they were in. Yes I think many of us street dogs of Cairo suffered from PTSD. The longer a dog is on the street the more the chance of it developing PTSD. Me? I think my daily prayers to Allah made me strong and hopeful but do you remember that VERY STUPID MISTAKE I made of biting Bob on my first day with Bob and Fay. I was frightened of humans even though I knew Bob was a good human. Something in my past just made me do it but after I bit Bob my vision went gray and I saw Anwar’s spirit giving me a smile saying that he missed me so very much and that my prayers had been answered about being safe and being loved and that I was to go to Bob and nuzzle him and ask for a belly rub. Anwar said he would be watching me and guiding me in my new life and to trust and be nice to Bob, Fay and Dillie.

Karim was I think a few years older than I was and although a cute white Havanese he was on the street longer than me. I persuaded him to be nice to Bob, Fay and Dillie and he saw quickly how right I was. But there is a trainer that comes to Bob and Fay’s house a couple of days a week. She says Karim suffers from fear and aggression lunging meaning where he is in situations with strange people and dogs he might try and lunge at them although it is not anger or meanness that causes him to do this but just because his experiences on the streets of Cairo have taught him to be fearful of most humans and dogs.

Dillie, Bob and Fay’s West Highland Terrier and I lunge at joggers when they run too close to us, skateboarders, rollerbladers and sometimes big dogs but Fay and Bob put up with it because it does not happen often. Karim goes nuts with almost all dogs and humans he sees if he does not know them. The trainer left Bob and Fay a video how to make Karim more relaxed and part of the training indicates lots of liver treats and kind words with encouragement help. Dillie, Karim and I watch this video and laugh at ourselves for being so silly.

After three weeks of training Karim has relaxed so we can on our walks swaggering like a FRIENDLY dog pack which is both proud and free. Karim is on track! He has gone to the animal hospital and Dr. Furby laughs and says Karim, like me, is “fit as a fiddle”. Karim has found his forever home. Dillie has been so understanding of me and Karim. Without the support of this wise and kind dog we’d be back for adoption. Even Karim treats him as the leader of our pack. A Scottish dog and two Egyptian dogs. We are one big happy family. The cruel days of Egypt are fading away slowly for Karim and Reggie! All three of us dogs would love some goat bones. Do they eat goat in Canada?

RKS Wine: The Penniless Pensioner Does Not Drink Cat’s Pee

Cat’s Pee is supposedly a common reference to Sauvignon Blanc. PP does not like this reference as he is biased against Sauvignon Blanc as the subject of some commoner stampede. Yes I’ll agree it is overmarketed to the extent it will lead to its downfall in New Zealand. There are some excellent producers of it like Eradus but there is some dreadful producers like Kim Crawford.

I suggest to PP since he is a bit of a French wine adherent perhaps we could try a Sauvignon Blanc from France and it is inexpensive. It is from Domaine Jacky Marteau. PP dislikes the label saying it is so unFrench!

The wine has a platinum colour and there is no mistaking its Sauvignon Blanc (SB) aroma and it is not cat urine. Rather a nice beam of lime, pear, guava, grapefruit and tangerine. No light and flitty wine on the palate. There is peach, apricot and Orri tangerine from Israel. It not quite full bodied but close to it with a medium length finish. This SB certainly has its own personality. Actually it is a pretty decent quaffer if you like a wine with personality and inherent characteristics. The label suggests good with seafood, asparagus and goat cheese. Sounds great. PP only likes white asparagus flown in from Alsace in France but in his lowered financial circumstances he will eat fresh Canadian asparagus but defiantly says I’m not touching that Peruvian or Mexican crap. I’ll agree with him on that.

(Domaine Jacky Marteau 2019 Sauvignon Touraine, AC Touraine Sauvignon, Domaine Jacky Marteau, Pouillé, France, Liquor Control Board of Ontario # 18665, $14.95, 750 mL, 13.5%, Robert K. Stephen A Little Birdie Told Me So Rating 89/100).

“Mutantism on the March” : Chapter 91 “Eno Ergot Reams Jiber”

Eno Ergot was in a gay mood at his Eno’s Restaurant in Montreal until to his surprise he saw the Jiber appear. The Jiber, who we recently know as René Hecklevesque, had read a review of “Eno’s Restaurant” in Montreal’s leading newspaper “Le Devoir”. So the two would meet to hatch their plans to conquer the universe. Jiber had always thought of Eno as a bumbling idiot and so very easy to manipulate. Eno was breathless with surprise as he had thought he would never see the Jiber again and he couldn’t have cared less.

Jiber shook hands, Earthling style, with Ergot and launched directly into the business at hand, “My friend Eno, sometime ago we concluded an informal pact to join forces here on Earth and establish a conquering army. If you join me there will be fame and glory and most of all power! What do you say?”

Jiber was careful not to reveal his master plan. He had never intended to include Eno in any real power sharing, just to use him and cast him off when his power was strong enough.

To Jiber’s surprise Eno replied in a surly and defiant tone chastising Jiber, “To be truthful I never liked your scheming kind. You always lacked any sense of compassion. When I made that pact with you many moons ago I was a foolish and spoilt brat who delighted in terrorizing innocent beings. I’ve changed over the years I have spent on Earth. My travels have convinced me humans are basically warm and caring creatures despite their many self-inflicted hurtful episodes. They have been exploited enough without the likes of you to further curse them. Come to think of Zorollia there the only emotions approved by the ruling caste are hate and distrust. Fortunately your neighbours, the Zortixians, cast aside these base emotions. All you want to do is conquer and terrorize people. I hope one day whatever supporters you have will come knocking on your door with a noose in their hands. I want no part of your foul plan to use Earthlings as the base of your conquering army and if they find out what you are up to I will help them hunt you down. Good riddance scum. Why don’t you do me a big favour and Zumzat (Zortixian for fuck off).”

Jiber stormed off. What a fool he had been thinking he could receive any meaningful assistance from this idiot. It was clear to him now that he would have to fight this battle alone. He would have to be even more devious than before. He had overplayed the hijack issue, known as the Toronto Insult, and needed some new material quickly. His provocateurs in the United Sates advised him soon it would be time for the big push. They were busily circulating rumours of a Communist takeover of Quebec spearheaded by René Hecklevesque supported by Cuba’s Fidel Castro. These Communists were hellbent on destroying American property and halt all shipments of raw materials to the United Sates. The Vietnam War was so intangible but here was something the American masses could sink their teeth into. Something real close and not in the faraway jungles of Vietnam. If he, could stir enough trouble perhaps the US marines would strike in Quebec and he could finalize that deal he made with that very prominent American politician. But he must not appear too communistic as that would frighten off too many of his supporters. Better get to work on some anti-American speeches.

“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog”: Karim is Coming to Town! (A Children’s Story)

Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Reggie and I am the luckiest and happiest dog in the world. Please read my story and find out why I am saying this.

I heard some exciting news and that is that Karim is coming to Toronto. Karim is an Egyptian name that means “Noble and Generous”. Not only is Karim coming to Toronto from Cairo but Bob and Fay have put in an application to adopt him. Karim is a street dog and we were friends on the streets. Karim wasn’t always reliable but if in a fight he’d always have my back. I can’t but think this is all some sort of plan that Allah has laid out for me. Misery in Egypt and happiness in Canada.

A season called winter has come and it is so cold but it is fun if you forget about the cold! Bob and Fay have bought me a blue coat to keep me warm. I look so important when I wear it. If only the street dogs I left behind in Egypt could see me in this beautiful coat. It keeps me very warm. Fay wanted to try doggie boots on me but my paw pads are tough from the streets and they do not get cold. I do not like them so I will not wear them. What does bother me is when the big trucks come and put salt on the streets to melt the snow. If I walk in it my paws sting so I stay on the sidewalk and my paws do not sting.

What do I love about the snow and cold? I love watching it fall like magic from the sky. I love feeling snowflakes on my nose! And Dillie The Westie, Bob and Fay’s dog, taught me a real neat trick called snowplowing. You put your snout in the snow and run getting your face all wet and it feels so good. But there are cold mushy days too and the sky is grey for many days which makes you feel sleepy. Sometimes it gets so cold Dillie and I can’t walk very far because our feet are so cold. If it is too cold for a walk we are put out in the backyard to do our business and it so good coming back in and cuddling up in our warm beds. Sometimes Bob makes a fire in the fireplace and both Dillie and I sit by the fire feeling warm and happy listening to the crackle of the wood and feeling the flames warm our body. What a strange country Canada is. So hot in the summer and so cold in the winter!

But before I forget there is a season here called autumn which is after summer and before winter. There are many seasons in Canada while in Egypt there was only a hot summer and a cooler summer. The leaves change colour so there is gold, green and brown and sometimes a flaming red. The days grow shorter and the sun sets earlier. This is all so new to me and I love it. I feel like I am in a BBC documentary about Canada.

It was late in the autumn when Bob and Fay picked up Karim for a two-week trial. I think this means if Karim is good he can stay with us. Karim was dropped off by the adoption agency at “our house”. We were so happy to see each other we had a play fight which frightened Fay and Bob until they realized it was playtime. Dillie used to play fight years ago but thinks it is something “silly puppies” do. Karim made a big mistake after playtime. A stupid BIG MISTAKE!

You probably don’t know this but on the streets of Cairo Karim was seen as one of the leaders of the pack for the smaller dogs. He was the boss and you didn’t want to make him mad or you’d be thrown out of the pack. And if you weren’t in the pack you had little protection from the bigger dog packs or rival small dog packs. So Karim expected Dillie to let him play with some of his toys without asking Dillie. Dillie snarled at Karim and they got into a barking contest trying to show each other who was the leader of the pack. They didn’t hurt each other just sounding as mean as they could. Dillie is a sweet dog and I have never heard him snarl or growl like he was doing. Bob and Fay came down with a shocked look on their face. Fay said to Bob, “We are going to take Karim back to the adoption agency tomorrow!” Bob replied by saying Karim must have been upset by all the changes in his life so he deserved another chance. Karim was sent into my crate to “cool down”.

I said to Karim how he had made a VERY BIG STUPID MISTAKE. Did he not understand Dillie was a brave and mighty West Highland Terrier whose ancestors were great hunters and brave fighters? Had he been living in Egypt during the times of the pharaohs he would be amongst the pharaoh’s personal guards. You are a guest in Bob and Fay’s house so show respect for Dillie. He is the leader of our pack and he is older and smarter than you. He knows how to deal with these humans here in Canada. You either show him the respect he deserves or you might find yourself back on the streets of Cairo!

Well part of fault here was mine as I never introduced Dillie to Karim and explained who he was. Karim quickly realized his VERY BIG STUPID MISTAKE. From that moment on he gave Dillie the respect he deserved and quickly started to fit into the family. You are entitled to make mistakes as a street dog from Cairo but you better learn from them as who knows who you might end up with or where that might be. I bit Bob on my first day at his house but I learnt from my mistake.

Close to Christmas all three of us were friends and I can remember on one of our walks all three of us were swaggering down the street like we owned it. This was the best pack of dogs ever!

“Mutantism on the March” :Chapter 90 “The New Piracy”

Eno Ergot was a very frustrated individual these days because of his inability to locate his idol Bluebeard. He was beginning to believe the stories everyone was telling him that it was only an actor Richard Burton that played the role of Bluebeard. The real pirate, if there was ever one, had long ago gone to the worms. Ergot had done a marvellous job of establishing a reputation that Bluebeard could identify with, but Bluebeard, if he still lived, refused to be coaxed out of retirement. Eno while discouraged saw his crew was not as focussed as they smoked weed, drank cases of beer, took saunas and delighted in watching Japanese pornographic films. But they had not lost their sailing skills and few could rival them. Not bad for aliens!

Ergot was somewhat ashamed of their attempt to rob the luxury liner the King Larry. All went as planned but upon entering the ship and waving their weapons and announcing the stick-up the overweight passengers bloated by too many midnight buffets laughed and cheered these actors thinking this was nothing more than Disney entertainment like an extra added entertainment to titillate passengers. A group of bikers on board invited the crew to the “Pirates Bar” and ordered bottled Tequila service and mescaline was snorted galore. Instead of hitting the safety deposit boxes filled with jewels and cash his crew simply headed off to the Pirates Bar and got hammered drinking and snorting drugs into the early morning hours. They even porked out at the midnight chocolate buffet downing bottles of any liquor available. The crew was so hammered cranes had to be used to load the passed-out crew onto boats. It was a disgrace that no captain should have to bear.

The sad reality that piracy, except off the coast of Borneo, the Philippines and the Azores was nothing but a glorified sea myth. Instead of fleeing pirates people welcomed them in fits of nostalgia. Oh how times had changed. No longer was this mode of crime waged with cloak and dagger. Crime was so civilized and polite it was often difficult to detect who were the real pirates. The lusty pirates had fallen under the charge of the white shirted captains of industry. Why, modern piracy had become so legitimized and respected no one paid much attention to it except for stockholders and financial analysts who called piracy “stockholder return”. Piracy had become legitimized in the stock exchanges of the world where the clever manipulators were the financial Bluebeard wizards fleecing the deceived and innocent. While the old pirates stole from the rich these new corporate pirates stole from everyone that they could dupe. Ergot thought that this new piracy was called exploitation. Piracy of the old may have been messy at times but it was limited and cleaner. A few heads loped off instead of millions fleeced and ruined. 

Eno remembered the promise he had made to Jiber which was a meeting on Earth to co-ordinate their mischief to orchestrate a galactical takeover. Where in the hell was Jiber? The Earth was a large place but eventually they would cross paths. Ergot assembled the crew and informed them that their new mission was to find Jiber and discuss future conquest actions with him. It was decided to head to Montreal where there was a world’s fair called Expo 67. With global visitors perhaps they could get information as to where they could find Jiber. And they could open a restaurant in Montreal serving pirate cuisine as they had done in New York with success.

In due course their ship sailed into Montreal’s harbour being greeted by a bevy of confused customs officials. As other custom’s authorities before them had thought Eno’s ship and crew were simply part of some cultural exhibition. After they toured the bogus on board museum they extended a warm welcome to the visitors. Within days Ergot had obtained both a restaurant permit and a liquor license. Within a week Eno’s restaurant “Eno’s Place” was operational quickly becoming a success amongst Montreal’s elite. It was the place to be seen eating marinated and chilled “Hornblower Shrimp” and drinking Bichot Reserve Chardonnay. Jean Droolpoop, the mayor of Montreal, was not pleased as his Mafia friends serving all variety of diseased horsemeat at Expo 67 would not be pleased with the competition. He’d find the overly eager bureaucrats who gave Ergot the permit and license and teach them a lesson. Droolpoop’s Restaurant the Vaseline Gob was having financial difficulties which were exacerbated by Ergot’s “Eno’s Place”. Ergot had no idea the pain he was inflicted on political chieftain Droolpoop. As in New York his restaurant thrust him into celebrity status. Wherever he was seen people clamoured to engage in conversation with the successful and charming entrepreneur. Even at ladies’ luncheons, schools and public libraries he mesmerized all with his sea yarns. After several days Eno experienced a change of heart. Perhaps it was time to lead a decent life and enjoy the luxuries that accompanied it. The life of piracy was futile.