I call this story, "A twisted tale of Life, Politics, and what some might consider cruelty to animals". (Though in the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that the cruelty part is a bit of a stretch, since no actual animals were in any way harmed physically or psychologically" during the production of the story.)
I would love to tell you a bit about what's gone on in the earlier installments, or give you some idea of what's ahead, but that implies that I remember or know, something that might be considered a bit of a reach. Besides, that would be giving away the plot, and as I've said before, there's not enough of one to spare.
While I don't expect anyone to waste any part of Christmas on this nonsense, it might provide a little amusement after the last bit of egg nog has been consumed (hopefully with a bit of rum), the last play of the last football game of the day has been played out, and family has worn itself out. I therefore encourage you (since a writer likes to be read) to waste a few minutes of your life that I promise you that you will never get back in order to check the out latest addition to this effort, an attempt to serialize a novel on a blog site.