# “The Follicular Revolution: When Your Barber Becomes Your Dentist” By Bill Bilious *** In what can only be described as the most **aesthetically challenging** public health breakthrough since leech therapy, the Royal Academy of Dental Sciences at King’s College of Greater Londinium has announced that the solution to tooth decay has been sitting atop … Read more
By Miss Malaclara Weatherfax *** **Dear Maraclara,** I cheated on my husband, and he elected to stay in our marriage, yet he continues to emotionally punish me. It’s been seven years. Should I leave? **—Prisoner of Penance** *** Oh, sweet suffering **Prisoner**—seven years of emotional purgatory? Corduroy is not a phase, it’s armor, and you’ve … Read more
*By Tebbit Scorchwillow, Foreign Affairs, Fires, and Other Things the Gods Forgot* — The world is ablaze with the most tedious argument since someone decided to count angels on pinheads while Rome burned, only now it’s considerably more expensive and involves nuclear weapons. On one side, we have the **Noble Realm of the West**—a collection … Read more
**Dear Maraclara,** Why don’t I know anything? **—Sai** — **Oh, Sai**, you sweet, singed sapling of confusion—corduroy is not a phase, it’s armor, and the fact that you feel draped in nothing but question marks means you’ve only just donned your first piece. Why don’t you know anything? Because nobody taught you to taste knowledge … Read more
*By Rumblestone Clacksworthy III – Economics & Other Hallucinations* My dear readers, allow me to introduce you to one of the most marvelous institutions in all the realms: the **International Monetary Fund**, or as I’ve taken to calling it, the **Goblin-Lord Fund**. Like any respectable gang of highway bandits, they operate with a charter, bylaws, … Read more
*By Miss Malaclara Weatherfax* Children, If you are reading this, then congratulations: your soul still itches. The Clacks found you. Or you found the Clacks. Either way, it means you haven’t yet succumbed to the mass-induced stupor of polite society, decorative outrage, and those abominable oat milk lattes they sell in cities that no longer … Read more
*Filed by Tebbit Scorchwillow, Proprietor & Senior Editor* Citizens, denizens, and suspiciously quiet observers, Welcome to *The Clacks Leak* — a humble little firetrap of a paper stitched together from half-burnt cables, unverified communiqués, and the kind of sources that usually vanish after saying, “Off the record, but…” We report from the cracks. The liminal. … Read more
