Smokie,
I suspect you've been drawn into this awful web of conspiracy and deceit, I'm just sorry that it's gone this far.
There are some key phrases here that spell out just what a sorry mess we've gotten ourselves into. I'm sorry.
First, there's the reference to a "boneidle blanket ballot (of) blood", this obviously refers to the lastest round of close fought and volatile sham elections in the small South American state of "Amyosthenia". Desperate to hold onto the peasant majority, the incumbent tin pot dictator, Amarettos (known as the Copperalloyed Cageman), has given chickens the vote. Athough popular in wildfowl circles, this hasn't gone down well with the "dimsighted enhypostatises" who normally spend their days indoors weaving heavy duty floormats out of zuniga cablelaid. Ugly violence has spilled out on to the street and many giblets litter the pavements. My last communication with Vaporous Wilkins, our man in Amerettos, was so garbled that I suspect that his brainbox has been dispersed right down the centrolinead. To be honest, this is no surprise, as he spent a lot of time recently sucking on the old flossed bailiwicks which I'm told resulted in his conkers being clipped. What surprises me, is that the b*stards have got word of all this.
Don't speak to anyone without checking your belly buttons for felanders. Oh god, what a mess.
H