SF: If I may, Beloved, Supreme, Leader, begin
with a profound apology for missing your recent birthday celebrations. I was
delayed in leaving what you described in your recent autobiography—volume 26 I believe—as
the Great Neo-Fascistic Capitalist Enterprise. So many Americans were departing
it was impossible to book a flight.
BSL: Relax Doctor, these things happen. And note
I have just offered you a beatific smile. It doesn’t happen very often. But I
feel particularly relaxed and comfortable even though I’ve never owned a
cardigan. Good times are upon us, Doctor, as we, I that is, have just finalised
our new Ten Point Plan. Here is your autographed copy. Let me summarise:
(Reads)
1. Build wall to keep out South
Koreans
2. Test Nuclear Device
3. Build islands in Indian,
Pacific and Atlantic Oceans to increase living space for gallant North Korean
people, to expand territorial waters and to promote cultural exchanges
4. Test Nuclear Device
5. Make triumphant State Visit
to Great Neo-Fascistic Capitalist Enterprise
6. Test Nuclear Device
7. Execute a few uncles and hordes
of other reprobates
8. Test Nuclear Device
9. Dye hair of Beloved, Supreme
Leader a new colour to symbolise dynamism of new way forward
10. Test Nuclear Device
11. Update torture training
manuals.
SF: Excuse me for interrupting Beloved, Supreme, Leader
but that’s eleven points.
BSL (Silently
reads the summary while counting on fingers. His brow furrows but, remarkably,
he smiles.): What does it matter? We’ll be even more successful. And for
future reference Doctor please note there is no comma between Supreme and
Leader. I’ve overlooked it on this occasion because of my magnanimous frame of
mind but others have learnt that it’s an unhealthful mistake to make.
SF: It’s certainly an ambitious plan, Beloved, Supreme
Leader, but some might question the priorities and surely the nation cannot
afford it.
BSL (Smiles
again, setting a personal best for displays of good humour in a 24-hour
period.): Ah that’s the genius of my plan, Dr Freud. I will admit we are
not in the best of economic times. But from now on all those wishing to meet
our desperate need for the essentials of life will have to pay a tariff on
whatever they give us. We’ll collect millions, billions. (Claps hands in delight.) It’s genius, Dr Freud, pure genius. We
can build walls and islands and nuclear devices and torture chambers and we won’t
spend a cent of our own, even if we had one. I am most surprised no-one else has devised
this economic model before.
SF: I am sorry to dampen the occasion, Beloved, Supreme
Leader, but I think they have.
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