Apologies for being
off the radar but my reasons are legitimate: I am in the middle of Shebug
territory, treading very softly, with my eyes wide open and pen to hand.
My secret location?
The Southern Cone. Specifics, however, are best kept under wrap.
The ruling Shebug in
power has eyes and ears everywhere. She owns sways of land across the nation, across the River
Plate, America and God knows where else.
Under this Shebug’s
chestnut mane plots a sycophantic mind as devoid of light as a sea cave. This tacky
terror is as scary as she is crazy.
She does, however,
possess a sense of aesthetics. Her cabinet includes an unusually high percent of
good-looking men, most too young to be allowed anywhere near the nation’s control
tower.
The despot’s entourage
features hotties such as Martin Lousteau (42), ex-minister of economy; Alfonso
Prat Gay (47) and Martin Redrado (51), both Presidents of the Central Bank of Argentina. Note that when they were at
the helm, they were between four to six years younger, give or take…
But it is 49-year-old Amado Boudou, her vice-president, who has claimed the
longevity prize. The guitar-plucking swindler is part owner of a company that
prints money. Interestingly, he is currently under investigation.
This afternoon I have a secret rendezvous with an old friend, an
ex-diplomat, whose phones have been tapped since her return to the country. I believe
she should run for office.
In exchange for my support, should she accept the challenge, I humbly
request two things, and two things only: a small ranch on the Pampas and to be
the person to vet her choice of cabinet members.
I might be ghastly with numbers, but I do have an eye for aesthetics.
Your last line is truth well told...
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