As you may suspect, my faithful little Interested Party, things in the Soverign Nation of Yours Truly have been different lately. Namely, I’ve been overthrown by a very small tyrant. I’m now living in his world now.

The first thing he did was start in with all the propaganda -- making things look as utopian as possible. It’s a social form of sleight of hand. Watch The Red Card, Follow The Red Card.

For example, Interested Party, he replaced a crazy, though affectionate, pregnant woman with a skinny little hottie whose sporting far bigger tits than she’d had before. Which seems good, right? You can see how a thing like that inspires loyalty in one’s constituency. But it’s only after he’s in power that I find these huge boobs belong only to him.

He follows this up with the requisite brain-washing techniques. Sleep deprivation, negative verbal reinforcement, etc. This way, see, you forget about not getting your hands on her rack. You forget that you are twenty-times larger than he is.

I am proud to say though, that I’m fighting back. I have taken up the hobby of reminding him how very much it is that he is a baby. I do this several times a day. I laugh as I do it. I demonstrate to him how easily I can feed myself and how I can operate the remote to the dvd player.

Don’t misunderstand me, Interested Party, he doesn’t seem to give a damn. None of my efforts seem to make a difference in actual policy. Fear not, though. I’m not giving up just because it doesn’t work.