>>The problem with being president for life is that you never get to
>>enjoy retirement.
>
> Tell that to Herr Ratzinger.
I am surprised that it's so rare for one of these guys to decide he
doesn't need to listen to one more performance by a regional children's
choir singing about the great virtues of his grandfather, followed up by
eating some disgusting greasy local delicacy prepared in some smelly
farmer's collective, and decide to run off with a sock full of diamonds
to Monte Carlo or somewhere else nice, and leave that greasy freezing
godforesaken backwater forever, and while he was at it leave behind the
shrill wife he was forced to marry when he was 19 in order to cement some
alliance his dad cooked up, and his idiot cousins who are always calling
him up to complain that the other cousin is getting more kickbacks on the
MiG contract, and the cheesy half brother who is always angling to stage
a coup, when he could be swimming in a nice non-polluted heated pool in
some place like that one at the boarding school he went to until he was
16, and own a good quality European soccer team instead of endlessly
watching that bunch of losers on his own national team that can't even
beat Ghana, and go to clubs like he did back when his Dad was alive and
running things, nice clubs, the ones where the women all looked like the
models in Vogue, at least the copies of Vogue he saw before his Dad
banned it from the country for glorifying the American consumer culture.
Sure, he'd probably end up with a shower of bullets flying in his
direction in five or ten years as somebody back home decided to try to
clean up loose ends, but then it's so easy to end up that way back home
anyway, and in that case it was more likely to be after he was forced to
live in some waterlogged prison cell crawling with centipedes and filled
with bats while the latest coup leader decided to hold yet another show
trial and force him on the stand to confess his crimes against some
imbecile relative he'd never even met, after they had exhausted all of
the crimes he'd actually committed, and then back to the cell where he'd
be chained to some confederate who'd gone crazy and wouldn't stop coming
up with yet another impossible escape plan, or some theory how secret
allies would come to their rescue, when he knew damn well those allies
were either the ones who were loading their guns right now, or else
chained up in the cell next door. No, if the bullet is coming, why not
wait for in a place where the coffee is good and liquor is better and
there's central heat in the winter and air conditioning in the summer and
nothing to do but spend more and more money, since there are always more
bank accounts to be tapped.
Maybe Ratzy will inspire some of these guys to rethink their options.