The shufflegin
Geoffrey Chaucer would not take no for an answer. the guy got published in an age where there were no printing press. he rocked the self promotion of his first book: "cooking for peasants in a syndicalist agrarian society". a best seller that, even when the literacy rate was obe in a hundred who kbew how to spell the word Cat. then he got into the whole Canterbury bit. tale here, tale there. obviously just ride on the first book. next book was "summer drinks in kibbutz societies" another all rounder. a real trailblazer, considering that mixing fluids in precise proportions required an understanding of basic arithmetic. oh, and he didn't stop with his next book, "nihilism or communal production: pie edition" oh, they just couldn't keep them on the shelf.
"it sells like hotcakes" he explains, "once you tap in a real theoretical desire to designate the mode of production and the means of governing, it's just 'add a pinch here', 'pour two cups there'."
the thing to remember is to not, NOT EVER suggest to socialist spider monkies, that the fact they are marching so nice and orderly on parade, shows just how massively repressive they are and how they abandon any personal responsibility for the token 'social' in their ism. idiots like that don't know a Thylecine from a Euplerid. just goes to show that all they really care about is sex.
and what does the medieval english laureate has in his pockets?
"oh..it's a little thing i'm working on. you see. i suggest in my soon to be published three-volume research, that people are soending too much time shuffling cards and not playing. the true devision of resources in this world is with playing cards. and the more shuffling we do, the less efficiency we have. and so i am planning to introduce this " and he sticks out the little crank oparated machine. he puts a stack of cards in, crabks it up a bit, and the deck comes out random as a jewish hack in a Chinese covid lockdown.
"i plan to give it as a gimmick. you buy the new trilogy, and you get the shufflegin free.
oh, what will he think of next.. i wish i had a Shaksperean cus to throw at him, maybe from the taming of the shrew, plenty of stuff in there, but my mind goes into different things and i am lost in a tempest if shuffling..........