perfidy

Over the last two years, the Ministry has taken on a new mandate. Aside from our work ensuring that small-time cheats, liars, scammers, skivers, scoundrels, sharps and thieves are well subsidized in their retirement (hey - someone's gotta do it!), protecting the world against bigger human-based threats (dictators, wingers, mimes), monitoring ongoing developments on the nightmare front (zombie infestation, alien invasion, enslavement by giant fighting space robots, enslavement by regular Earth robots, Blue Man Group), we have also founded the Perfidy Home for Wayward Bloggers.

Founding ministers Johno and Buckethead first came upon GeekLethal plinking rats with a .50 caliber frigging handgun and muttering about zombie attack. We knew immediately he would be a great asset. It was only afterward that we found out that his cat was also an emissary to the lords of the Outer Darkness, and an expert in unholy contract law. Bonus! Ross, the most shadowy and mysterious of our number, was the next to join us. We think. There's a room for him in the Ministry Bunker and Catastratorium, and sometimes we hear noises from within. And sometimes the commissary shows evidence of a meal of moose steak and pouteen. But what we can be sure of is, since joining the Ministry's ranks, his coding skills have exploded and all the web applications of the world bear his subtle mark. When Patton first hove himself upon the shattered slates of our courtyard, he was a haunted and hunted creature of skin and bones, barely able to lift his head out of a puddle of his own sick. Now, he is a sleek and powerful creature of plastic and steel, and those who hunted him are just memories, if by "memories" you mean "their skulls are our goblets."

We agreed to let Mapgirl come on board for at least three reasons, leaving aside the fact that until she joined us this place was a total sausage party. First, her incisive wit and probing mind have increased our litigative and actuarial might tenfold. Second, her financial acumen has resulted in a drastic overhaul of Ministry assets. Some of the moldier parts of our centuries-old portfolio saw light for the first time since the age of pantaloons, and the truly stupendous fruits of three hundred years of compounded interest have been rolled into more modern investment strategies such as MITTS, STRIPS, and fabulously complicated Gamma scalping and delta hedging schemes that even Harvard Business School has yet to discover. Finally, she knits. The recent acquisition of EDog, one of our oldest and most loyal allies, was partially for the chuckles and partially for his skills in writing, forklift operations, and zombie deterrence. You can read his own introduction to himself here. And finally, we must hasten to introduce the latest addition to the Ministry, Kate, AKA Six Layer Kate, AKA Teeamora the Improbable, Potentate of the Lower Reaches. Both Buckethead and I know Kate from college (Clown College), and have long appreciated her sardonic humor, technical acumen, and incredible facility with code gnomes. She will be taking control of our massive, 300 Petabyte data center and the legions of pasty faced minions who keep it running. What she does with those minions is her business, just so long as the uptime on the Halo3 server stays about six nines... Welcome to Kate, and all hail!