MoNdAy
The temperature dipped a bit today. When we thawed out the thermometer it read -35.C. Heroic Comrade Cat is missing. We await his glorious return.
“Winter draws on” said Comrade Wife. – I thought that she’d put them on at the start of November! Still, we have a roaring bar on the electric fire and plenty of electricity to power it thanks to our glorious state energy produc…
WE THRUST THE BANNER OF FREEDOM INTO THE TESTICLES OF OUR CRAVEN ENEMIES WHO FLEE BEFORE US LIKE CARRION CROWS!!!
TuESdAY
Comrade Wife has injured herself by slipping on a frozen cow-pat at the collective farm and will be off work for 2 weeks. The doctor has told her to take things easy. I have thoughtfully advised her to take her wheeled shopping trolley with her when she sets off on the ten-kilometre journey through the snow to get my vodka from the market in Voldosgrad. It was touching to see the tears of gratitude well up in her eyes. Still no sign of heroic, Comrade Cat
OUR WOMENFOLK LAUGH AT THE PAMPERED WESTERN TROLLOPS WITH THEIR DECADENT, LABOUR-SAVING, TESCO ‘BUY-ONLINE’ HOME DELIVERY
WedNEsDaY
Had a nice quiet night in with Comrade Wife last night. We settled down in front of the TV to watch a heroic, 2-hour display of Cossack dancing by the 731st Infantry Regiment, followed by, ‘Denounce Your Traitorous Neighbour,’ hosted by ‘Cheeky’ Colonel Boranavich from the 21st Moscow NKVD death squad. How the poor downtrodden workers of The West must envy our cultural superiority. Have sent Children #3 and #7 out into snow to search for Comrade Cat
OUR GLORIOUS PIANO ACCORDIANS BRING JOY AND SUCCOUR TO THE WORLD!
ThURsDaY
Spectacular display of the Northern Lights last night. We were totally spell-bound as we looked out of the hole in the wall where the window used to be; marvelling at the coloured beams of light swirling in every direction. How foolish we felt when, this morning, Mr Danolski from downstairs told us that it was actually the local nuclear power station going into melt-down. Comrade wife and myself seem to have developed a slight rash. Still no sign of Children #3 and #7 or Comrade Cat.
WE JOYOUSLY VIOLATE THE SOFT UNDERBELLY OF THE IMPERIALIST JACKALS!
FrIdAy
Joyous news comrades! Heroic Comrade Cat has returned!. All of the family are delighted to see him as we’ve been worried for weeks. There will be special celebratory roast dinner tonight as he has brought a mouse back with him. Have sent Children #2 and #9 out to search for heroic siblings.
RAISE YOUR VOICES IN EXULTATION COMRADES AS WE MARCH ON TO A GLORIOUS NEW DAWN OVER THE TWITCHING BODIES OF OUR IMPERIALIST FOES!
SaTuRdAy
Beetroot gruel supply now dangerously low. Comrade Cat has gone missing again.
“Comrades” was devised and written circa 2010 on a tight budget by decadent plutocrat and Whelk editor, Danny SoZ and western imperialist hyena, Gary Moore
May 5, 2022 at 5:39 am
“have thoughtfully advised her to take her wheeled shopping trolley with her when she sets off on the ten-kilometre journey through the snow to get my vodka from the market in Voldosgrad. It was touching to see the tears of gratitude well up in her eyes” 😀 😀 😀
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May 5, 2022 at 5:57 am
Yes, it’s those small gestures that show a woman that you really care.
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May 5, 2022 at 6:01 am
Reblogged this on SOZ SATIRE.
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May 5, 2022 at 6:02 am
Blimeyski!
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May 5, 2022 at 6:05 am
Glorious prose from the proletariat. Tolstoy is spitting with jealously.
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May 5, 2022 at 4:03 pm
Just seemed like a good time to roast the Ruskies 🙂
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May 5, 2022 at 2:31 pm
Greetings and salutations from Comrade Spyski, still deeply embedded in slowly degrading Capitalist Territory. From my view over the sun scorched sands littered with the steaming sun-burnt bodies of the unenlightened Proletariat I can report our trade embargo has bitten hard here, as we had hoped. There is not a Lada to be seen anywhere! Yet, sadly, the yoke of oppression still weighs heavy upon my prostrate Brothers, and the poor simple young womenfolk here are reduced to wearing nothing more substantial than almost immaterial breast coverings and stringathongy things. Ah, the injustice!
Brother, I take no comfort in my Vodka martinis and shrimp cocktails.
I share your pain.
Anyhoo, till the Revolution… ‘Cheers.’
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May 5, 2022 at 4:51 pm
Happy patrician days!
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May 5, 2022 at 3:35 pm
The good old days! The modern snowflakes wouldn’t have lasted a week.
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May 5, 2022 at 3:54 pm
They had muscles of iron and hairs on their chests on those days and so did the men.
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