Le Canard’s Quack of the Void
Satire from the Edge of the Multiverse
Welcome to the table, mon ami.
This is the home of Le Canard Cosmique — a French satirist with a sharp beak, a raised eyebrow, and a deep affection for exposing humanity’s more elaborate self‑deceptions.
Each month, Le Canard delivers a fresh column skewering the spiritual marketplace, wellness culture, religious rebrands, and cosmic nonsense of our age.
These are not hit pieces, nor sermons. They are essays written with wit, restraint, and a certain continental patience — never cruel, always observant, and unapologetically amused by the contradictions of modern belief systems.
If something claims to sell enlightenment, Le Canard will ask for the receipt.
This is not an advice column. It is a place for intelligent mockery, cultural critique, and the kind of laughter that leaves you thinking long after the smile fades.
Expect sharp satire, unexpected insight, and the occasional culinary metaphor involving bread, wine, or both.
– New articles are published on the first Friday of each month @ 12 noon, Norway time.
“If you’re looking for sacred cows, you’ll find them only in our kitchen—next to the baguettes and a bottle of Bordeaux.”
Le Canard Cosmique
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