Satire Nation is a country unlike any other. It’s a place where a few weirdly assembled beings offer their view on this world and the people on it.
Our primary goal is
to achieve world domination make you laugh. And if this website has any real merit we like to believe our writing makes you think a little. Who knows, maybe you’ll even learn something everytime you visit.
Satire Nation currently has four inhabitants:
Lester Beaver is a beaver. His life consists of chewing trees and building dams. Of course his biggest passion is writing.
Lester was born a regular beaver. However, due to a CIA experiment gone wrong, his brain was replaced by that of a human. (Lester personally believes Paris Hilton is in possession of his original beaver brain. This has yet to be confirmed by either the CIA or Miss Hilton herself.)
As a beaver Lester’s view on humanity is intriguing to say the least. In his articles he often speaks on behalf of the entire animal kingdom. He can be critical and fierce but also innocent and cuddly. His biggest frustration is that his anatomy does not allow him to masturbate.
X01BBET^a~T (pronounced ‘Basil’) is an alien from a planet called Burkina Faso, some 310 light years away. On a routine pitstop in 1947, he crashed near Roswell, New Mexico. He was taken prisoner and subjected to painfully pointless experiments by the hands of his human captors. Basil only recently managed to escape. He currently lives in hiding, stuck on planet Earth.
In his blog, Basil shares his experiences with humanity and his thoughts on our species.
Kim Jong Un is the Supreme Leader of the greatest democracy in the world: North Korea. Generally considered the world’s most dashingly attractive leader with supreme leadership skills, Kim Jong Un also has a vulnerable side. From his diary we learn it’s not easy being on top of the world all the time. We’re offered a peek inside the mind of the most lauded of supreme leaders as he learns that, with great power comes great food.
Arend van Nerel by all accounts was born on Earth sometime in the early 80’s. In his early twenties, he studied clinical psychology, only to find out listening to other people’s problems for eight hours a day was kind of a pain in the ass. Being gay, this wasn’t much of a problem, rather too much of a good thing. Instead, he pursued several careers in various countries throughout the years, finally concluding that people and life are incomprehensible, even when one is stoned. In search for answers, he pointed his arrows at humanity’s imagination. In his letters Arend reaches out to real fictional characters, pressing them for answers or offering some advice.