The Graveyard Whistler posts primarily what he discovers in his literary studies research. But a politico, Verönique Flüres, sent him this piece, saying she thought it important to get this information out because she knows all the pertinent facts. She changed names and dates to mask the guilty.
A Pre-Foreword from the Graveyard Whistler
As my regular readers know, I plant most of my writings on my personal website, and I have gained a rather dedicated following. However, one of my readers suggested that I might try posting articles on a site called Fulcrum Letters.
The Fulcrum Letters outfit claims to be for writers and purports to feature only the best pieces of work in any field of endeavor and to pay writers for their efforts. The reader/follower suggested that I might make a few extra dollars on my more worthy pieces. I was skeptical but I thought I’d give it try.
I discovered that the editors of the site have an obvious, political bias. But more important was the discovery that they cannot distinguish between fiction vs non-fiction and literary vs expository writings.
Here’s how I know: every article that I submitted that contained any negative view or refutation of their political bias garnered a red-flag, meaning they would keep the article up (because it receives lots of traffic and ad clicks), but they red-flagged them and admonished me to reconsider the “tone” and revise to a more “acceptable state of standard logic.”
And that happened not only on expository pieces that did have an obvious political view, but even with literary fiction (even satire)—pieces that might have a character whose dialog identified him as leaning toward one end of the political spectrum.
In the “Conversations Area” of the site, I asked other writers if they had experienced such treatment, and many responded with the same complaint that I have, and some even stated that they actually had articles censored—poof, deleted from the site—even satire, that argued against or presented ideas against the bias of the FL editors.
Of course, not all literary pieces are of equal value, but writers know their own works and when they see that their pieces are being unfairly criticized or censored, they know they are the victims of unfair bias.
I finally decided to remove all of my articles from Fulcrum Letters—close to 600 of them in all—and leave those biased editors to go after whatever it is they chase. On the one hand, I feel guilty for allowing myself to engage in self-censorship, but on the other hand, I could not in good conscience allow my work to be used by those editors for their own financial gain, as I received just a pittance for my work.
Censorship is a travesty in a supposedly free country; unfree countries themselves are travesties. But when we run up against any organization that engages in political bias and censorship, we must stand and push back against it.
Actually, political bias in and of itself is not the problem. The problem is when editors allow their bias to unfairly criticize, denigrate, and censor their opposition. We need to hear all sides of issues, and if we can’t, we don’t have enough information to make good choices.
The piece I offer here—Verönique Flüres’ “A Tale of Political Intrigue”—is an example of that bad “tone” and “substandard logic” that the editors of Fulcrum Letters found unsavory. After wiping it form FL, I revised it and am now placing it here on my personal site. Verönique Flüres wanted her message to get out, and I’m honoring her wishes.
Luckily, I don’t have to self-censor on my own site! Have a happy! And enjoy!
Foreword by the Graveyard Whistler: On Verönique Flüres
Customarily, I post things here only that I have encountered in my literary research. But this gem came to me from a source, who says she just wanted to get this story out because she knows the true facts of the situations. Still, she claims she has changed the names of people and places to protect the guilty.
Her name is Verönique Flüres; she is a citizen of Lichtenbourg but has worked for three decades in Washingtown, Metropolis District, and traveled overseas often between that locale and Mukabull, Krimelin-in-Russha, and she may be the only person in the world who actually knows personally all of the people involved with those two political items in question: the dossier and the laptop.
The “Tin-Pot Dossier”—aka the “Tambor-KiR Conspiracy Report”—and the “Numrod Frake, Jr., Laptop”—aka the “Computer from Hell-Hole”—will likely remain two of the most controversial items to grace—or disgrace, as it were—the political scene: one is authentic, the other could not be more inauthentic.
So I turn the floor over to Verönique Flüres:
The Dutiful Dossier
In July 20–, after business tycoon Reynaldo Manuel Tambor, declared his intention to run for the office of President of the Principalities (POP), the world-famous Britnish scholar and humanitarian, Professor K. S. Timmpott, began an in-depth research project to determine the eligibility and desirability of the noted businessman and former silver screen celebrity to hold that high office.
Timmpott found himself embroiled in an undertaking of a lifetime, and he was thrilled to find that high ranking Principalities politicians, including former Underwriter of the Commonweal, Murfee Braintree, and her political allies in the Demon-Run-in Party (DRiP) were eager to not only verbally encourage Timmpott’s project but more than willing to support financially that important research.
In record time with the assistance of lucrative financial arrangements from the Braintree Conglomeration and the DRiP, which allowed the hiring of an army of research assistants, Timmpott was able to finish his project, which culminated in the famous Timmpott Dossier, aka Tin-Pot Dossier.
The final report appeared by January 20–, just in time to begin throwing monkey wrenches into the machine known of the Tambor Presidential Campaign.
The dossier was released and the upstream media organizations then began the vetting process, and again in record time were able to corroborate the findings that Professor Timmpott’s work had produced. Key findings include the following:
Despite the findings of Professor Timmpott’s thoroughly vetted and widely reported dossier, Reynaldo Manuel Tambor did succeed to the presidency because of the many acts of collusion with KiR. Evidence has even been discovered that three out of five voting machines during the 20– election process had been hacked and votes changed by KiR computer specialists.
- A high level cohort of Tambor campaign workers, including the Tambor family and Tambor himself, were exposed as agents of the Krimelin-in-Russha (KiR). Tambor was revealed as a puppet of Vladivostok Kagebee, strong man and dictator extraordinaire of KiR.
- During federal police raids on the Tambor campaign headquarters in every major city of the Principalities, the top spy agency retrieved a treasure trove of names, dates, and strategies coordinated by the Tambor campaign and Krimelin-in-Russha (KiR) agents. Many phone and texts message between Tambor and Kagebee were seized.
- Records were found involving emails, text messages, photos, bank accounts, and many lists of KiR requests for Tambor once he was installed in the Ovalish Office, for example, one of the most damning requests directly from Vladivostok Kagebee, was that a newly elected POP Tambor was to hobble the progress of the weakened but struggling government of YiTrane, a neighboring country to KiR.
- Tambor’s main messenger, coordinating many of the meetings and communiques between Tambor and Kagebee, was Karen Suss-Wage, a high level operative who traveled to KiR over 30 times between July 20– and January 20–. It is expected that Suss-Wage will be one of the first Tambor campaign operatives to be tried for treason after Tambor’s presidential term has ended.
- Not only did the Tambor campaign collude with KiR to win the 20– election, it also sought to say mean things about Murfee Braintree. For example, it was revealed that Kagebee had suggested that Tambor continually refer to Murfee Braintree as “Mad Money Murfee,” which the presidential contender then did at every one of his campaign rallies.
While many citizens of the Principalities have remained nearly oblivious to most of the credible information offered by Professor Timmpott’s dossier as the upstream media has continued to protect and cover for Tambor, their favored candidat
That protection and cover remains even now moving into the next election season, sources say that after Tambor’s term is over, he and the Tambor family will all be arrested and will face charges of treason, along with all of the other campaign operatives including Karen Suss-Wage.
Tamboian opponents in the government are waging a campaign to re-instate public hanging as punishment for treason. Very likely the entire Tambor family and all government officials, including High Court picks, will hang in the public square—likely in the courtyard of the Emancipator Memorial. Tickets to view the hanging will be sold on eBay, and sources say they expect to sell enough tickets to pay off the entire national debt.
The Lurking Laptop
In April 20–, Numrod Frake, Jr., brilliant, accomplished son of the beloved former vice-president, Numrod Frake, Sr.,—who humbly declared that Junior Frake is the “smartest dude he ever had the acquaintance to”—took a laptop computer that his father had given him for Christmas to a LapTop Computer Repair Shop in — (city retracted to protect residents), to find out why the computer was running so slow.
The LapTopRepairman, Jeff Johnus, saw immediately that the LapBook had too many files on the desktop, an operation notorious for slowing down computers. The LapTopRepairman noticed some of the filenames and became suspicious: things like “Pops and the YiTrane Prosecutor,” “Pops or the ‘big lug’ as I lovingly call him,” “Uncle Jock and the Ching-Chang Comm-Brunch date,” and “list of big bucks for each of us Frakes—Yay!”
Suspicious Repairman and the Malignant Mayor
The suspicious LapTopRepairman hatched a plan to get into those files. He’d heard on the conspiracy dabbling WOLFPACKnews Network that the Frakes had been pulling some shady deals in foreign countries to haul in big bucks by offering to those countries the influence of the big Frake name.
He also knew that the current president was finally being held accountable by being impeached for his quid-pro dealings with YiTrane. So to get Junior Frake to leave his laptop, the LapTopRepairman told the brilliant but unsuspecting lad that he would have to keep the computer overnight so he could send for parts to help repair the slow-running machine.
So Junior Frake leaves the laptop. But then when he did not return the next day to retrieve it, the LapTopRepairman let the computer sit on his shelf for the 75 days required for considering the computer abandoned. After the 90 days, he tried to contact Junior Frake but was unable to locate him.
Waiting another week, he then tried to contact Junior one more time but again was unable to contact the very busy world traveling entrepreneur-now-turned Picasso-esque artist. Then Jeff Johnus made several copies of the computer’s hard drive.
Jeff Johnus, the LapTopRepairman, then decided to give the hard drive to a man named Cosmo Karakus, who had been the mayor of a large city, running that city into the ground—literally in that on one fine day in September some people managed to do something that exploded and brought down several of the tallest buildings in that city, killing over a million citizens and maiming many millions more for life.
So the disgraced mayor fiddled with emails, made them look like poor Numrod Frake, Jr., and his beloved father and world-class statesman, Numrod Frake, Sr., had done something mean.
The morally bankrupt mayor then peddled a concocted story to several smut magazines and waited for the stuff to hit the fan. Of course, the stuff never did hit the fan because all of the legitimate news outlets were able to see that the stuff was just that—stuff, or more specifically “Krimelin-in-Russha disfornication.”
Thus, the country was finally made aware that Vladivostok Kagebee was still in charge of their country and likely would be until the country could safely elect Junior Frake’s beloved father as president—or perhaps evict the scoundrel Tambor, perhaps even installing the rightful heir to the Ovalish Office, the long-suffering Murfee Braintree, who has sacrificed so much for her country.
The shame of all shames is that had Ms. Murfee Braintree been elected and secured the Ovalish Office, none of the preceding would have even occurred.
Well, that’s what I know for now. I’ll report more as it comes in.
Afterword by Graveyard Whistler
Pretty bizarre story, but Verönique said she was glad to get it out there so folks can do with it what they will. I’m glad I could be a platform on which she could offer her insights. History is brimming with such subterfuge, and I am always glad that my concentration area is literature instead of hard history. Too much politics for my blood!
The Graveyard Whistler,
aka Belmonte Segwic
A version of this piece also appears at Original Short Literary Fiction: “The Graveyard Whistler Presents Verönique Flüres’ ‘A Tale of Political Intrigue'”
Some good whistlin’ goin’ on!! Enjoy!
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