I have been busy.
Mainly putting out party fires, including (but not limited to) the conflagration started by one Gwede M in the Palace living room. And all this because a junior resident member of the Palace, late one night (and after way too much Johnny Walker Blue – No less – remember Jim Bean White Label is a No No!) refused to stop singing a very catchy, but rather inciteful song.
Apparently certain members of the voting public took offense, as it were, and complained bitterly about being wiped off the face of the earth and/or driven into the sea. A comment was made that why should they be driven, when they can walk. Five points yet again to Samson, the Tea Boy. (I am considering a promotion for the man. After all, many of my ideas may be attributed to the tea bearer’s insightful proclamations).
So, I did what every other democratically elected leader would do. I appointed a committee of convicted felons to appoint a task group to decide if other convicted criminals should chair a hearing to appoint a disciplinary hearing. I further left it in their hands to decide who should be the accused.
Oh, and I decided to throw myself a parade with guns and boats on trailers and tanks and infantry and planes and ambulances and everything.(The submarines were out-of-order at the time).
Because that’s what being a leader is all about, really. Doing that which makes one feel better.