Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Show Trial #10

I have escaped the gulag in the past, but I may not be so lucky this time. It seems the Commissar has indicted me again for another state Show Trial, and this time, I may not get away with it.

At least I will have good company in the cage Defense Holding Area, so we will all sit together, consume tins of smoked sprats, and take hits from each other's hidden flasks of Stoli. I hope someone thinks to bring some ice...

Well, maybe not ice. They don't heat the courtrooms, and it's starting to get cold at the Kremlin already. I understand that is to acclimate us for the open-slat cattle cars through Siberia.