Slouching Towards San Hozay — Javaid Qazi

Chaos ensues in San Hozay. The guerillas have turned to mercenary userers and real estate agents in their attempts to overthrow us. Winds from the Bay, heading south towards the NO-MAN'S-LAND of Gilroy and Morgan Hill waft their odor over our bunkers. The smell makes our wives restive. They go into frenzies. The Guerillas are cunning. They know our weaknesses.