Special agent of disinformation Sean-Sean “Tweetie Haid” (Mister Misery) Powers is worried.

Whether about his street dupes or his government dupes (he’s smarter than EVERYBODY!) his habit of playing all ends against the middle seems to be threatening to catch up with him.

So, he gets quiet.

It’s all he has ever had to do ~ get quieter for a couple of weeks.

… That, and change his MO to any of the dozen he’s practiced all across our nation.

Suddenly, bridges and overpasses stop collapsing!

But… tortured animals show up by the dozen.

Or… middle aged women start disappearing from our parks.

Or… playgrounds begin being decimated.

Or… or… or…

He still made sure that this poet did not fall asleep last night before being brought to helpless rage by multiple awakenings.

He still prevented her from going back to sleep after being awakened three hours in.

He still broadcast his sounds of hatred to influence her very first thoughts of the day.

He still doused her with tear gas and mustard gas, both while asleep and on waking.

He is, at this moment, running ugly-sound commentary on every little error she has to correct in making this post.

Spring is right around the corner.

Pretty soon we’ll all be treated to his half-dozen “bird” sound loops.

Oh, JOY IN THE MORNING!!