Paranoia

You know, I'm starting to feel more paranoid recently. Naturally, I coped the first time by firing all 5,000 members of my staff and rehiring them after they spend a week in the slums. Ordinarily, it always cheers me up to watch them beg and grovel on a pile of broken glass, but not today.

I have a strange feeling that I'm being watched. At first I carried around an automatic weapon in my ankle holster, but then I discovered that there was a reason why people only carried Derringers. At one white tie party I thought that I was being followed and set fire to the whole thing.

There were no survivors.

And while it amuses me to punish people unfairly, I am wondering if that is really the best course of action.

I'M NOT DEAD

Hello, mindless Followers! I apologize for my Sabbatical, as I was legally Dead for a year. Having experienced it, I conclude that it is NOT FUN, and so I think that I will be making some changes to my online Newsletter. Firstly: my method of satire. I'm afraid that with my recent Heart Palpitations, hemophilia, and legal Deadness, my articles will not be as Regular as usual. However, I will still be Making them, in the spirit of my good friend, Ezekiel Watley, who not only didn't Kill me, but also didn't plunder my Solid Golden coffin. Cheers!

P.S. At his request, I am also Recommending that you read The Watley Review. It's quite Good.