One of my favorite things to do on Mondays is to read reports from my agent provocateurs around the globe. It's a nice way to ease into the work week after a debauched weekend in the presidential brothel. Let's face it, who doesn't enjoy reading tales of mayhem from abroad? Bombings, sabotage, political intrigue ... all the old favorites. Today though I saw something terribly annoying, or about as close to vexing as is possible when one is il capo di tutti capi. One of my agents, currently on assignment in Washington D.C., writes and complains of an extended power outage, bemoaning the loss of his freezer full of prime rib and crying over his now warm beer. I can see his point -- days without electricity can certainly inconvenience the modern urbanite who depends on things like air conditioning and internet access -- and the pitiful response of the authorities is certainly shameful (that is, if you care about such things). But my agent isn't seeing the all possibilities here. That's what separates low level operatives like him from dictators like me. Continue reading "Strategies of Suppression: Power Outages"
Like many tyrants, I love the donor community. They're like an abusive marriage: the more you abuse them, the more they love you. And when times get tough, you can smack them around a bit while reminding them it's their own damn fault. And now, Bangladesh: Continue reading "Dick Move #7: Blame the Donor"