Russell Twyce

Any resemblance to persons living or (brain) dead is purely sarcastic and reflective of my staunch belief that the rule-of-law, as it exists today, is nothing short of revived Nazism, with criminal politicians using brown-shirted police to keep the population enslaved to profiteering sponsors.

Short Fiction by Russell Twyce

“Sieg Heil!” The Conservative Nazi Party shouted and they raised their hands in the Nazi salute. The exulted leader had just ascended the podium for his annual state of the police state address.

[private_Chevron]I’m still working on this. I posted this story start as a placeholder.[/private_Chevron]

“I’m also pleased to report,” Adolph Harper continued exuberantly, “that our new concentration camp on Baffin Island has gone into full production exterminating undesirables. The high projected cost of digging mass graves in the permafrost was ingeniously solved by one of our party sponsors. The bodies will be stuffed into depleted oil wells and then cemented over.”

[private_Chevron]Might be continued…but I mostly started this story as a teaser.[/private_Chevron]

Later that evening, Adolph Harper retired to his drawing room. He was wearing his favorite bedroom slippers: they were the fuzzy pink bunny ones with cute little Swastika button noses.

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