so Kal where is your socalled "definitive work on terrorism" these days??? Where is it Kernal Korff?? Kal you are good at making all these fake book covers but everyone knows that your FORMER PUBLISHER Prometheus Books is well aware of what a bloody lunatic you are and have no plans on publishing anything else by you. The publisher was probably smart and just paid you to make you go away. Funny but someone let me know that Secret Wars is also the title of a comic book. We all know this wouldn't be the first thing you have ever stolen nor will it likely be the last. I'm sure Prometheus Books has moved as far away from you as it possibly can. Kal you are even bad a failure!! ahahhhaaahhhahahaha
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Kal has the writing skills of a cat turd
So lads here is one of the many uninspiring and pointless articles Kal wrote during his time in the CR. Copied and pasted because I am too lazy to do any formatting. Try not to become too sick at the thought of Kal actually trying to teach people English. Kal you're an embarrassment to your country and the English language..........................................................................................................................
Welcome to Kal’s
Korner. Please
write to me with
your thoughts
and suggestions,
please always
remember that I
am here expresially for you.
My email address is:
kal.korff@expresdenik.cz
It was this last Friday evening,
and I was not in what we call
“the best of moods.” To be
honest, I had a great day earlier
at the U.S. Ambassador’s resi-
dence, but when I left the offi ce
I was not in the best of moods.
You see, my friend Bob Kivi-
at in Hollywood, yes, that Hol-
lywood, did not send me any
material that I could work on
over this weekend concerning
the alien autopsy hoax, which
was the original plan. So Bob
does what we call in English
“lets me down,” we’ve now
lost this valuable time. I leave,
and decide next to go shopping
at the Tesco hyper mart on the
way home. Since it is Friday
night, I know this will be an
adventure since Friday nights
at hyper marts are very busy.
After getting my groceries
and then waiting 10 minutes in
line, the store cashier sudden-
ly says that our line is closed!
This means that myself and
two other customers behind
me are suddenly abandoned.
Of course, this did not improve
my mood.
At this point, the older lady
standing near me started to go
what we call ballistic. Like
a gun or a bullet, she got re-
ally upset. She started yelling
and complaining, while all the
Czechs in the other lines were
smiling and laughing and just
standing there watching her.
I had a choice to make. Get
mad and get in another line
and wait another 20 minutes,
or do the right thing. I chose to
change the situation.
I went up to the help desk.
That’s why they exist, to help.
I asked to speak to the man-
ager. After a few minutes, the
manager came over. It was a
nice young lady, and she spoke
English. I told her what had
happened, and I said “I cannot
believe that it is the policy of
Tesco just to cut off customers
like that, and force them to
start all over again at the back
of another line.” The manager
assured me that it is not the
policy of Tesco to do this.
Next, the manager walked
back with me to the same reg-
ister that I had earlier stood
in, that had previously closed
down right in front of me. In
front of us now was this same
older woman, still busy yelling
at the clerk. This was her way
of “dealing” with this situation.
Now, it was my turn.
I smiled at the clerk, put my
items on the conveyer belt,
and she checked me out. She
scanned the items, rang them
up in the cash register, and I
then paid for them.
Next, I smiled and thanked
the manager, then left. The old-
er woman who was very upset,
had chosen to be part of the
problem, not the solution
Welcome to Kal’s
Korner. Please
write to me with
your thoughts
and suggestions,
please always
remember that I
am here expresially for you.
My email address is:
kal.korff@expresdenik.cz
It was this last Friday evening,
and I was not in what we call
“the best of moods.” To be
honest, I had a great day earlier
at the U.S. Ambassador’s resi-
dence, but when I left the offi ce
I was not in the best of moods.
You see, my friend Bob Kivi-
at in Hollywood, yes, that Hol-
lywood, did not send me any
material that I could work on
over this weekend concerning
the alien autopsy hoax, which
was the original plan. So Bob
does what we call in English
“lets me down,” we’ve now
lost this valuable time. I leave,
and decide next to go shopping
at the Tesco hyper mart on the
way home. Since it is Friday
night, I know this will be an
adventure since Friday nights
at hyper marts are very busy.
After getting my groceries
and then waiting 10 minutes in
line, the store cashier sudden-
ly says that our line is closed!
This means that myself and
two other customers behind
me are suddenly abandoned.
Of course, this did not improve
my mood.
At this point, the older lady
standing near me started to go
what we call ballistic. Like
a gun or a bullet, she got re-
ally upset. She started yelling
and complaining, while all the
Czechs in the other lines were
smiling and laughing and just
standing there watching her.
I had a choice to make. Get
mad and get in another line
and wait another 20 minutes,
or do the right thing. I chose to
change the situation.
I went up to the help desk.
That’s why they exist, to help.
I asked to speak to the man-
ager. After a few minutes, the
manager came over. It was a
nice young lady, and she spoke
English. I told her what had
happened, and I said “I cannot
believe that it is the policy of
Tesco just to cut off customers
like that, and force them to
start all over again at the back
of another line.” The manager
assured me that it is not the
policy of Tesco to do this.
Next, the manager walked
back with me to the same reg-
ister that I had earlier stood
in, that had previously closed
down right in front of me. In
front of us now was this same
older woman, still busy yelling
at the clerk. This was her way
of “dealing” with this situation.
Now, it was my turn.
I smiled at the clerk, put my
items on the conveyer belt,
and she checked me out. She
scanned the items, rang them
up in the cash register, and I
then paid for them.
Next, I smiled and thanked
the manager, then left. The old-
er woman who was very upset,
had chosen to be part of the
problem, not the solution
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Good old fashion journalism
That is what this website is...........
KAL KORFF EXPOSED
This is a shining example of journalism of which Kal K. Korff knows nothing of. How did this happen Kal???? How did a group of lads ever get the best of you Kernal Krapp? I thought you were some sort of special secret super spy or operative????? How in the world did it all come unraveled for you?? It is really easy Kal and it is because you are your own worst enemy. ahahahahahaaahhaaa!
KAL KORFF EXPOSED
This is a shining example of journalism of which Kal K. Korff knows nothing of. How did this happen Kal???? How did a group of lads ever get the best of you Kernal Krapp? I thought you were some sort of special secret super spy or operative????? How in the world did it all come unraveled for you?? It is really easy Kal and it is because you are your own worst enemy. ahahahahahaaahhaaa!
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