NormHitler or Osama?
In the immortal words of Adolf "The Flatulent Fury" Hitler, “Did you fart?....it must have been me then.”. Before breaking up into a cacophony of guffaws and gas, The Fuhrer was noted for his rational, calm public speaking voice and polite demeanour. His smooth ‘radio voice’ was like treacle in your sound-holes, and his best-selling Mein Kampf (My Life in Song) is a taut political-thriller that is well worth a read. The blurb states: “...you won’t be able to put it down...it’ll have you marching off in uniform rows in uniforms...there’s nothing remotely gay about it...especially the bare-chested brutes...the greatest advocacy for a gay life!”. Amid a backlash against his publishers and supporters, The Fuhrer retreated to his sea-side bunker to ‘get away from it all’. That he did. Picking up from where he left off and going backwards, was Osama "The Crab Farmer" bin Laden. The Pasty Critic, as he now goes by, never let loose with any flatulent materials. Fond of ramming boats into other boats, stunt-flying, you tube, and taking holidays in his own sea-side bunker, The Critic is an aggressive blogger who once released a post about a man with no eyeballs(to the amusement of all). He claimed to be violently heterosexual but he’s never had a post up for a real woman. A bunker is just not the place to raise a family anyhow. Both these delightful characters have had ‘problems’, but have gone about coming up with ‘solutions’ in opposite ways.
