OTF's Blue Publication June 2007
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit light-headed, maybe you should drive", when all of a sudden there was a great roar all around us, and the sky was full of what looked like giant bats, all screeching and swooping around the car.
Ok, so what has been happening in the Senate this month, you may ask? There's been the usual debates, bickering, and clandestine meetings with shadowy figures. Apart from that, we staged a celebration in honour of 30 years of Star Wars. There were trivia events, and I'm pretty sure someone mentioned a murder conspiracy type of contest which I know little about. I don't even know who won it. Maybe nobody. That would, in my current situation, prove rather convenient. Anyway, where was I? Yes, celebration. Ooh, I love weddings. Drinks all round!
I also heard rumours of new avatars for the CCC. Don't ask me for details; it's not as if I'm anywhere near the loop, never mind in it. I believe Majin went to a Star Wars celebration thing and will be reporting on that any day now. Or maybe he won't. But he went to it, anyway, that much I am sure of. Yes darling, we shall have a magnificent tea party, and you're not invited. But only if you bring the drinks.
Anyway, this article was going to be a gross salute to the endless possibilities of life in this country; a classing affirmation of everything good and true in the American dream. But only for those with true grit, and we are chock full of that! And if you're not, well, we'll just have to punch you in the face and bury you somewhere, because it goes without saying we couldn't let you loose. You'd turn us in at once to some hardline outback law-enforcement agency and they'd run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that, or just think it? Did they hear me?!
Clear skies!
Raoul Duke
Senator of Cardallia
in association with
Dr. Gonzo
One of God's own prototypes: too weird to live, yet too rare to let die.