General Trouser stands along the banks of the Dumpster river, surveying the eastern shore.

The Illinois national guard troops are patrolling the far bank.

They are going to be in for a rude surprize…

He’s playing congressman Klensor
like a violin. Even went so far as to find
him a babysitter… Colonel Dumbshit, or
what ever his name is. Some stiff
General Phalleck lined up.

Once the election’s in the bag,
Klensor’s usefulness will have expired.
So will his political career…

I wonder if Colonel Dumbshit will manage to
see it coming, and get clear of the wreckage in time?

Not that anyone cares.

Not that anyone will bother to watch it.
Don’t! You won’t like it.
Well, I certainly don’t like it.
It portrays the Fräuten cause in an
unfavorable light…

Anyway, here’s a preview of the
next episode. It will feature a return of
Wyden Rhodes, that manfidel news photographer.
He has an important meeting with his boss
Miss Buella Bellen. She owns the newspaper.
I don’t understand what she sees in him.

He’s running late… as usual.

Also, here’s some art that our operatives have
obtained from that imbecile artist’s bunker.

I’m dealing with a bitch of a hangover so don’t get on my nerves or I’ll have you transferred to a combat unit…

Will you look at these silly T-shirt concepts that imbecile artist came up with?
At least I’m showing off my winning smile. Why red? What? Oh, well it seems pink cloth wasn’t available… Someone should be made to pay for that!

Soon the war will be over so time is short. I have a lot of commendations that I expect to receive. Maybe an Iron Hunke first class would fit nicely under my collar. I’ve got to hurry along, we have inspection and I want to look sharp for the Majoret’s review…

I hope she dies in flame.