MINISTER OF PROPAGANDA

• Former goat racing champion (10 and under category)

• Recently helped McGill University design a digital communications program in which he now teaches

• Was unable to grasp the basics of Esperanto despite it being his mother’s first language

• Due to foolhardy actions, almost reignited the Korean War on a trip to the DMZ

• Formerly toiled in a salt mine for a Canadian Prime Minister

• Has convinced various startup accelerators to let him mentor startups (somehow)

VICE MINISTER OF PROPAGANDA

• The only member of the team who is actually from a Communist country

• Loves the outdoors but not in that annoying Vancouver sort of way

• As a child, once spat on the dictator Tito’s palace

• Can handle a massive group of protesters the way YoYo Ma handles a cello

Propagandist

• Enjoys meditation, like a good Left Coaster

• Lives in the mountains (and is unusually calm)

• Fueled by puns, tacos, and Julius Fučík

• Once beat Casper the Friendly Ghost in a ghost writing dual

Revolutionary Organizer

• Though not especially adept at waterboarding, has ways of making you talk

• Can make bad PR disappear into a Montreal snowbank

• Works like the proletariat, dresses like the bourgeoisie

• Printmaker and wordsmith. Typography, Korean stationery and Pinterest fiend

Propagandist

• Has never worked in a secret police unit, but is an investigator extraordinaire

• Metalhead

• A whale customer in bookstores across the planet

• Was born in a tropical country but, for some reason, prefers it cold

Propagandist

• Like most Vancouverites, enjoys the outdoors. Unlike most Vancouverites, has a wardrobe that includes many pieces not made by MEC and Patagonia

• Will pack away pastries if given the opportunity

• Has spent a considerable amount of time traveling while blonde. (We mean it, she even wrote about her experiences doing this in Canada’s newspaper of record).

Propagandist

• Has been on the no-fly list

• Of Pakistani and Jamaican lineage but somehow blonde

• Aims to one day leave the agency to toil long, horrific hours in a food truck (which may say something about this Dickensian salt mine of a PR firm)

• Has a very expressive face – not an ideal thing for illegal border crossings and working with annoying clients

• Collects degrees as opposed to cheaper things like bottle caps or stamps.