Yes, it is a truths – today the Saturday you know has come after yesterday’s Friday is your Depends Day, when your George Washingtons split the atom of a cherry tree and gave the birth of the Manhattan Transfer project which began the space race to Mercury, the coldest of our fourteen planets next to Saturn Five. For this you are commended to drink and eat the food too much and I for one salutes you with an open fist!

Thank you yes hello again, it is I, Andrei, with greetings for you with my beatings heart. It has been quites the while since I typed my message last to you, and in that times I have seen on the televisions here that all of Americans have democratically elected a colored man of much intelligence Barracks. All of my fellow villagers were surrounded around television in cattle pen where it is the driest so television doesn’t pop loudly and scare meats.

Thank you and hello again. It has been whiles since I wrote on Wordsmoker about my life and state of kitchen. During this period you have celebrated a Christmas without me. Christmas in my country has been banned since Yalta agreement. It was not expected, but for state security reason we agreed to act as nation and hunt down Santas for sake of benefit to all. Santas were piled up twenty high in capital city and burned along with bunny of Easters, who had been caught the week before by use of carrot and imported Bible story.

Thank you for your reads and comment on my first post on Wordsmoker. Single comment mean lot to me. Three mean I have man-hard for at least full hour in joys.

It is already later Friday night where I am writing this from. The moon is covered by a half dark and if I listen with much head-cock I can hear wolf chasing rabbit and sound of gunfire as military raid another farmhouse for egg.

First. Thank you deep for my allowance on the Wordsmoker. I have tried many time to blog in my home country. Sadly my country blogs are moderated by glorious military and Jacob, man who lives in house with toilet. He has no grasp of writing and talks in grunt but think he special when he flush. He wrong as I have seem his feces in river and they do not match girth of mine.

Second. It is special of me to be here. I have access to country computer for two hours by winning of lottery. Computer is mixture of Apple Mac and PC and toaster. Many oxen strive in field to power it. When I post to blog lights flicker across town. If I play mp3 back-up generator in hospital fail. I shall only play music on computer next time Jacob is sick and gets his heart pounded by currents. Who will laugh then Jacob Of The Tiny Plops I ask you?

Third. I hear you ask in my brain where I live. I cannot name town, county or even country as it will result in beatings from military and their fat children on first Wednesday of each month. This long historical thing, like your Christmas or Death Summer in my country. Do not worry or send card. All mail is shaken by military for coinage or tampons before delivery. Do not iron tampon before posting as police chief work out this scam and kill his own daughter with spoon in much frenzy. Feminism is banned like tennis ball.

Fourth. Wordsmoker allow me to speak to rest of world. For that I have great thanks. My tractor is sick but I would peep horn if was working in joy. I will be back soon to tell more of my life and structure of collective death squads. Excuse of me as I have to clean statue in town square with teeth and much reverence.

Yours in common goal.

Andrei Vukumuch