I
have no choice. I must don the mantle of greatness and take the reins of
the country. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I will run
for the office of dictator, or President in American parlance.
Readers
may ask, “But Fred, what makes you think you are qualified to be
President?” To which I respond, “Nothing. But have you seen what we have
now? You want a White House with John Bolton in it?”
You see.
I
append here a few of the enlightened policies which I will effect. Hold
your applause until the end. Interspersed for perusal are a few slogans
that I may use to incite your fervor.
One: I
will end all policies hostile to Cuba. I will not make life difficult
for eleven million perfectly good people to please a ratpack of phony
Cubans afflicting Miami. In fact, I will offer Havana a
twenty-billion-dollar loan if they will take the bastards back. Cuba
poses no danger to anyone. They have good cigars. They should be left
alone to live as they please and drink mojitos. If nutcake Republicans
protest my policy, I will have them stuffed into an abandoned oil well.
Along with the pseudo-Cubans.
Two:
Elizabeth Warren will be required to take a DNA test to see whether she
is a wild Indian. If she is, she will have to wear feathers. Otherwise,
to see a psychiatrist.
We have nothing to be afred of but Fred hisself! Has a classic ring, don’t you think?
Three:
I will end the Afghan war in an afternoon, relying on use the exit
strategy proposed by James P. Coyne, the Sun Tsu of our age:
“OK, on the plane. Now.”
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