Word from Britain today is that writers at the The Spoof are holding a series of protests to demand more rights and a say in governance of the revered institution.
If they don't get what they want (an editorial board, new pencils, and faster editing and publishing of their stories), editor Mack Powton may be handed his walking papers. Or, more accurately, he may get a boot in the bum from protesters and be run out of town.
Editor Powton HAD figured he was safe because his multimillion dollar mansion (bought with spoils from The Spoof) is surrounded by a moat and guard dogs. He figured wrong. Persistent Spoof writers simply donned wet suits and swam across the moat, carrying with them huge T-bone steaks for the guard dogs.
At a press conference with reporters, the guard dogs barked that they were ready to leave their old digs and find new masters who would "treat them with respect and enter them in dog shows."
As of this writing, Powton's mansion is on the verge of collapse, but the editor remains defiant. Friends say he hopes to be knighted by the Queen in the near future and spends most of his time planning his outfit, speech, and celebration for that occasion.
According to Powton, the protesters are sniveling, untalented, humorless bores. "Let them eat cake," he advises.