Wellington Leg: Warning: some of the following content is graphic and horrifying. Although entirely imaginary it is based on events that would be true had they happened but are not since they did not. I know that a blog where people buy MIG air superiority fighters at garage sales is hardly anyone’s idea of a news source, but fabricating news is tough enough under normal circumstances, tougher now than a few short weeks ago. That’s why we send our own Tuffy Tuffington into the fray because Tuffy demands little in the way of maintenance or compensation and is naive enough to accept his publisher’s explanation that money will only complicate his life. Thus we gave him eighty cents and a Collateralized Debt Obligation and said, “Tuffy, go get the story.” The editorial board of the Druidical & Literary remains as devoted to the truth as ever although divided over the issue of money. I think it was Conway Twitty who said “it’s only make believe.” I don’t think he was referring our banking system when he wrote those lines but truer words are rarely spoken. It is our Motto and our promise to you, dear reader, that it is indeed only make believe. Your Humble Servants, The Editorial Board of the Druidical & Literary 1414 Conway Twitty Boulevard, Wellington Leg.
Here Now the Tuffington Post: Okay, I’m switching from HTML back to Visual. I have to whisper because the haunted house has a nasty old writer who might wake up if I make HTML noise. It’s like on The Unit when the guys are way behind enemy lines and the boss sez cut the chatter. Then some crazy borderline member of the team trips over a trash can and suddenly Vladimir Putin and the heavenly host are up in our faces with about ten thousand rounds of ChiCom ammo blazing away....
Okay I’m on his porch. Maybe I overreacted a little but to tell you the truth I’m a little put out about the editorial staff calling me naive about money blah, blah, blah. In an editorial no less! Without me what would the Tuffington Post actually consist of? Whoa this floorboard is creaking….the door is opening, the crazy writer guy is framed in the doorway.
“Mr. Tolstoy, my name is Tuffy Tuffington.”
Dude, he slammed the door. I think he saw his shadow. I think that means eight more weeks of financial meltdown!
Tuffy Tuffington reporting.