Captain Putsch

We are now sailing the treacherous oceans of the world politic in a leaky ship of state commandeered by pirate Captain Putsch and his faithful bird Psittacinegra, and first mate Dick Cheater. Our helmsmen are conflicted, and our decks seriously awash and bedecked by a crew of fools. The slaves below that pump the bilge verge on revolt, and sooner see their liberty in shipwreck. Our Captain Humbug seeming bent on scuttling his own vessel from within if he manages not to founder her first upon the rocks and scatter the fisc to Davy Jones Locker. On the horizon but one tiny fleck of hope, the surety that these pretenders to the aftercastle are frauds, hence all orders, directives, initiatives, need not even be repealed, superseded or countermanded. All of Captain Cribber’s work is invalid and unlawful issue, and may simply be disposed of as garbage. Heave it overboard, simple as that! Neither God nor Constitution requires of anyone to thinkhighlymuchwellof any blatherskite and doggerel canon barked from this rogue authority since the boarding. In the meantime avoid drinking the grog (propaganda) and keep a cool head, it’s only a matter of time before this pitiful bunch of freebooters and larceners will have to walk the plank, hopefully we won’t all be swimming for our lives by the time this comes to pass. It’s a shame we can’t keel-haul that Dick Cheater anymore though.