The Dope City Free Press' readership, long led by Canadians and Americans, in that order, has been changing noticeably of late just below the uncontested leadership of my true, north, strong, beer and hockey loving uncontested leadership. France has assumed the position of our third largest audience, superseding the fucking Germans, and of late has been edging ahead of my adorable neighbours, the Americans, into the rank of second largest audience.
Publishing the Dope City Free Press internationally for such a long time has allowed for the growth of the French contingent. As I publish readable content only, with the single exception of an Anne Murray video singing a Leonard Cohen song recently, I assume the French to still be a literate lot, unlike their American fellow revolutionaries, who are fast becoming dumber than a sack of hammers.
As for the Germans, what can I possibly add to what I have been saying all along. I have never understood why those squarehead motherfuckers read the DCFP. Then again, Nico, my opioid angel, came to us from their graveyard of a country. Perhaps her spirit has guided her fellows to Dope City and its wee Anarchist Press.
And so begins the final drama
In the streets and in the fields
We stand unbowed before their armour
We defy their guns and shields
When we fight provoked by their aggression
Let us be inspired by like and love
For though they offer us concessions
Change will not come from above
Or, as we say in Canada, a poutine in every pot, motherfuckers.