A ginger tomcat named Mandu and owner, Alan Hope, were elected joint leaders
of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party in the UK. They succeeded
Screaming Lord Sutch who committed suicide in June after tormenting British
politicians for 30 years. Howling Laud Hope promises, along with Mandu, to
"scratch around for new policies."
My sources tell me the venerable cow was not even considered for this
prestigious position. When asked, Laud Howling High Hopes said "We are a
country of cat fanciers. The Cat is the perfect carrier of our
message-indifferent, independent, and intolerable."
This might very well be true, but the cow is a better carrier of Britain's
tragic and pathetic culture than a bloody cat who endlessly licks his
behind. Laud Hoping High Howls must know that the millions of cows willing
went to their death rather than contaminate the British public. Who has a
more profound right to run for office than a million stupid cows who
willingly took a slug in the head for Queen and Country. After all, how
loony can you get?
And is it not reasonable to conclude that Screaming Lord Sutch who, as they
say, "went the way of the cow," was actually paying the price for all those
Sunday roasts he consumed without even saying grace. Lord Screaming Sutch as
it is could very well have been driven to his death by a touch of mad cow
disease.
So who better to lead the Raving Loony Party than a cow who has been there,
done that. The platform for this peculiar beast would be as broad as the
meadow where he creates so much methane. He spends most of his time in the
mud, shitting himself, and flicking away flies. He eats everything in
sight-even his brothers and sisters. He drags his udders around the
farmyard as if they were his gut.
Sound a lot like a politician to me.
I want your votes for the cow to head the Loony Party. Please email this
site.
The Queen will be hearing from us.
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