A man of few words

A Man of Few Words by J.B. Pravda

Now a veritable shell of a man, Hangbender Schmidt was escorted into
the starkly modern courtroom of The International Tribunal For the
Disposition of Cases of Oblique Crimes Against Humanity, or the
catchier 'TITFDCOCAH', his crime: he had created the
goosestep-----------"Order!" gaveled the Chief Magistrate, "We will
hear the charges&;#8230;&;#8230;": "Hangbender Schmidt, you are
charged with having, by dint of your 'inspiration' at 3:30a.m.,
Greenich Mean Time, January 20th, 1934, come up with the style of
marching now forever intertwined with the oppressive 'jackboot'-----how
do you plead?"; after a pregnant pause, the remnant- accused, a proud
dignified-looking gentleman who was known for his unwavering embrace of
principle, struggled to his feet and, in keeping with, and defense of,
his passion for anatomical gesticulation, with his tremulous
digits&;#8230;&;#8230;flipped off the judge with a big, fat
'bird.'