The Embassy Has Left the Building

Like all mighty global powers--as well as a variety of tin-pot dictatorships--The United Provinces of Ivanlandia keeps an embassy in NYC.

Although the swine at the UN
have so far refused to recognize the moral, mental, scientific and philosophical superiority of The United Provinces of Ivanlandia,
our glorious nation expects its seat in the General Assembly and the Security Council any day now.



Be that as it may, the Ivanlandia High Command has moved the embassy north, very north.

Of course, the move and the additional security measures (SAC’s 100 megaton payloads and their electromagnetic pulses are like water off a duck’s back
to the Ivanlandia Embassy’s SecCon defense grid!) have nearly bankrupt the Holy Ivanlandia Treasury, but it was worth it.

The Embassy staff has been working hard setting up their new location, often in sweltering heat.

But it’s either that, or back to the Ivanlandia plutonium mines for them!

So that is why transmissions from Radio Free Ivanlandia
have been few and far between lately.
Now, what are Otto Mannix and Toestubber’s excuses?



In other good news, one of Ivanlandia’s favorite films, Robert Altman’s Brewster McCloud (with a screenplay by Skidoo scribe Doran William Cannon!!!), is now finally available on DVD. This makes me so happy, I could just shit in my pants.

Oops. I did.

Happy Bastille Day: a visual essay

Since the United Provinces of Ivanlandia are north of Iceland, and to the west of Argentina, our humble--but mighty--nation really doesn't have much to do with France.

But we love the place as a concept.












Nous aimons les drogues et que nous aimons avoir des relations sexuelles, mais nous préférons un bon repas.