The leader's comical career-end

Snark and smarm were not good qualities for a leader but that's what we had in those days. Our fking prime minister acted like a third-rate comedian who nobody laughed at but who'd still make those awfully painful jokes, laugh at them pretending he had killed. Nobody dared tell him anything, they figured he knew. No one ones laughing after all. He was clueless as a blind elephant.

The most ridiculous event was during the great epidemic. People were dying left and right all over the globe. It was particularly bad back home because the government was caught pants down and it could do nothing to stop the contagion. They declared emergency and deployed the army, but what were those pour souls going to do? After seven dozen older soldiers died, the high command feared a serious rebellion. The army was recalled and instead the government had to ask for foreign assistance to control the disease. That was when he decided, that stupid oaf, that it would be hilarious to make jokes about the disease. "Our leaders want to hold on to power like the contagion", he said in one speech, "Even the contagion couldn't get rid of me, the opposition certainly wont," he said in another one. His most ardent supporters were getting annoyed. He had broken the red lines, way way past them, and was in his own imaginary world. He was insane.

He also lost his 'independent and sovereign country' credentials after that. A dry husk with nothing inside. Everyone knew that of course, and they talked about it. So he decided to shut everyone up. Draconian laws. Discuss about it anywhere in the social media or online or whatever, and upto three years in the clink. Ridiculous. So everyone went in with fake names. Even his party cadres called him Comrade Oaf, Comrade empty husk, Comrade limpdick. They got bolder and bolder as time went on. Soon the politburo realized that he was more of a liability than an asset. What could they do though, he was the prime minister.

Of course, our great comrade decided to take this sensitive time to mount a political coup. He called vote-of-no-confidence against his own compatriot. Against the co-chair of his party. And the vote passed with flying colors. Because even his old comrades had had enough. He was turning the chair and the parliament into a laughing stock. He didn't take anything seriously, but more importantly by exercising the limit of his power he had showed that he had no hand. He was bluffing. This tinpot dictator would have to go out, even if that meant the potential of getting a real red mad comrade dictator. At least you'd be a brave soul to go against him, a martyr if you went down. Going against the clown didn't mean much because he didn't stand for anyone or anything anymore. He just spoke whatever came into his little, particularly unimpressive, head.