The World This Week

FOOLS ON A FARM
or
SLEEPLESS IN VIRGINIA
This Week, with the Ides of March approaching, Babylon the Great and her boyfriend America responded in typical pavlovian
fashion when their most recent pawn to my desert valley, a dual citizenship weilding, Spanish
speaking American managed to find gainful employment at a local company named Brutus,
the families first dog not to mention the famous Roman.

Meanwhile, back at Mission Hills Paradise Ranch, (NOTE: While one does not have to die a
good Muslim to get there, you are expected to perform like a good white nigga so that the
owners and their crack managment team can create their own little paradise and line their own
pockets upon the back of your labor, especially since their usual crew of imported Mexican
niggas refuse to participate in their shit charade any longer) the newly arrived American immigrants announcment that he would be joining Brutus left yours truly looking for their
modern day Ceasar until the second strike against the company incurred by both foremans
made it clear that the imbecilic windbags are still trying to stick me with that title, and
apparently with something else!

PUGELISTIC INTELLECTUAL JABS

DEAR MOTHER: In regards to the Wall, did it really have to be so fucking high?

Hey Mike, how's the weather in New Zealand lately?

Hey Hoppy, how`s the weather in Australia lately?

Dear Opponents: Is it true some of you like to wallow in self pity much like pigs in shit?

TRIVIA BREAK

NAME THAT TUNE

Using all the good people as your galley slaves
As your little boat struggles through the warning waves

NOTE: This Weeks edition was brought to you by our Asian Correspondent

FUC YU BIGTIME

PICTURES AT 6 & ll.

Have a Nice Day