The Dictator
This morning I met with members of my inner circle. All of them to a man are yes men and women, drawn from my most loyal lieutenants. Take him, the head of my secret police who is engaged in eliciting information about those I must repress. He conducts himself with an enthusiasm that borders on the evangelical, chasing down those who must succumb to my regime, extracting information about them through a variety of means, his network of assistants, spies and snitches all positioned to assist in achieving my greater glory. I half-listen as he reels off the latest intelligence that has been gathered about a dissenter who remains a thorn in our side. She seeks to resist the imposition of our will. Apparently she believes that she has viewed the truth about my regime. It is all lies of course. I turn to my Chief of Information and Truth and receive his report as he sets out a seven-point plan to crush this upstart. He issues his words with the fervent belief that I installed in him when I recruited him. When was that again? I cannot remember. He has been in that position for such a long time that I struggle to remember who even held the post before him. His eyes flash with enthusiasm for the smear campaign that he has devised in order to demolish the credibility of this dangerous opponent who is intent on spreading malicious lies and malcontent about our most glorious and benevolent regime.
All of them sit around me, members of my cabal, hand-picked in order to carry out my will. I know they revel in their positions of privilege and that they too jockey with one another for position in order to receive the favour of their Most Illustrious Leader. I glance at the immaculately dressed lady whose countenance is positively glacial. She is my Minister for Demagoguery, charged with devising those repeated slogans and campaigns of popularity, irrespective of cost to those who oppose us, in order to maintain my hold on the country. I know she is in love with me. They all are, in their own way and she wants to sit at my left-hand. I should imagine she will launch a takeover bid and oust the First Lady of Prime Supply. I switch my gaze across the table and wonder what the Head of Fuel Procurement would make of that if he knew that she would usurp both his latest find and his function in delivering the finest supporters from my legions of beloved citizens. Still, it does no harm to keep them all vying for my favour. My eyes sweep around the table, the keen and obedient faces all looking to me for approval, a sign of acknowledgement, a nod of agreement or a smile of pleasure at what they have suggested in order to maintain our most glorious rule. The Minister for Total Adoration sit staring at me, her face representative of the ministry over which she presides. She organises my supporters to provide their oft and repeated parades, rallies and demonstrations of blind loyalty, all part of maintain my facade of popularity and devotion. I realise that the room is silent as all eyes look to me, awaiting my decision on what the Chief of Information and Truth has just painstakingly detailed in order to crush the rebellious individual. My mind was elsewhere but I have little doubt that his plans are effective. They have always proven to be in the past and will continue to do so.
“Execute it,” I say quietly. The Chief nods and makes a note in his expensive-looking notebook. I sense the simmering jealousy from the others sat around the gilded table at the approval he has just obtained from me. I will ensure they all receive their moment of approval however, feeding them the titbits that they require in order to maintain their absolute loyalty to me.
Sometime I wonder how much of what I dictate to them they actually believe or whether they harbour desires to be in my position. Surely that thought crosses their mind from time to time. I know it would mine if I was them, but then I am different to them. I am the Most Illustrious Leader and it is because of my unrivalled skills and abilities that I hold such a position and why they do not. They could not do what I could do. Could they?
Each and every day I am the beast of prey which they admire. I must at all times maintain a show of strength, so they remain committed to the maintenance of our glorious regime. There can be no weakness demonstrated. A cold, hard edifice of savage decisiveness which tells them that they chose the correct side to support. There is so much to do. So many reports to receive, so many decisions to make, so many targets to track and watch, assess and monitor. The Minister for Observation and Perusal has proven to be a key recruitment in my ongoing work of identifying those who will best serve me, from the many millions who exhibit potential. I must have the best because I am the best and this inner circle is charged with enabling my machinations to be effected and for total and absolute hegemonic control to be exerted over the masses. I know the trouble-makers, the seditious splinter groups, the treacherous traitors who need to feel the smack of firm government to keep them in their place. It dismays me at times. I invite them into the illustrious headquarters of this most powerful of regimes and deliver to them every grace and favour that they could ever want let along imagine, yet they still turn against me. I have yet to understand why. Even my long-standing Head of Torturous Devaluation is at a loss to explain why certain of my recruitments fall. Still, it does not trouble him as he relishes getting his hands on them and exposing them to the latest malevolent manipulations that him and his ministry have devised. Their Room 101 is far worse than the one they may have read about.
Remaining on top of this vast empire remains a task suited to only the greatest and that was why I was chosen. I must watch, decide, act and govern. Each and every day, I must demonstrate that I am in control. I know the liars and turncoats spread lies that I find the whole charade exhausting, that I have lost my appetite for threatening and destroying and that it is only a question of time before the whole edifice comes crumbling down. Thankfully the Minister for Best Presentation is always able to portray me in the best light so when the occasional fatigue of this relentless operation does seek to make itself apparent, it is beaten away through the judicious application of trickery and fakery. I thank my own personal god that it is the case otherwise who knows what succour my opponents would gain from seeing such weakness come to the fore. Would they be bold enough to implement a coup d’état and have the despicable desire to unseat their Most Illustrious Leader? Sometimes I wonder if they will, but I never mention it to my inner circle. They must always know that I am strong, impregnable and omnipotent.
The trouble is that one day I might not be and that might be when they take me outside and shoot me.
Then again. That might be a blessing.
For them.
And me.
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First if all you’re not omnipotent that’s gods job secondly how us losing your life a blessing for others avd yourself do you know where’s blessing us? Having s child getting married having a healthy love relationship , graduating college getting a job , getting a job promotion, getting a raise all though that comes from God of course not self given that is self serving that does not come from God that us self provision you did it for yourself although gif allowes it that’s different but not provided that’s different ; the point is how us losing your life a blessing it sounds like you rather been dead than alive like its a solution for X or y situation you could’ve possibly been through that turned you into a weapon , that in reality can be very painful to live with therefore you need constant fuel because the negative us always sucking you in that can also be very drain full I can imagine a life without that no matter how broken we are God does wonderful things with broken pieces
Aside from the “Master” HG most creative writing, I must say there are amazing writers in this forum. I’m in admiration.
Your work is great. Your confession, your self awareness, your flair. Bravo and thanks.
But my N knows not what he does (I would have thought myself too good for a lesser, but I digress). He has learned as any animal will that if he does a, b, and c then others will do x, y, and z. I suppose I pity you a bit because you are unable to feel what I feel, because you will never know peace, but my pity for him is unprecedented. He really has NO IDEA that he cuts off his nose repeatedly to spite his face. He really believes his own ‘constructs and machinations’, to use your words. Its as though he’s along for the ride as much as or even more so than I am.
I have doubts that you can truly identify with this lesser variety, but perhaps you can understand the gap between your dealings and his. Perhaps even delve deeper into the topic.
This disease is like an onion. So many layers.
Sbelle, your very post is rewarded with the first article of the day which will be along, if memory serves me well, in about 30 minutes. I think that will shed some light and do ask further if there is anything else you would like to know. Thank you for your kind words.
I’ll be there with bells on!
Your name tells me that to be the truth.
This is better than Wimbledon.
Ha ha, that made me laugh. Dinner?
Hilarious. And also kind of sad. But jolly good fuel for you!
Apt comparison Cody, since love means 0 (nothing )in tennis and to an N. Nothing In the sense it does to us. It does mean fuel, which is vital to them.
Miss S, you are extremely clever and quick! I love (haha) tennis but I never picked up on this. Bravo for your insight, and for sharing here! I have a feeling I would really like you if I ever met you in real life. I like you and just about everyone here now, but as we all know (or should try to remember), we don’t know each other in real life. 🙂
Thank you Cody…it just popped in my mind when I saw your comment. Tag team effort 😊
I enjoy your comments, they are always encouraging and insightful.
How are things going with G ?
Yes, true enough cyber space creates an air of safety, but we do not really know to whom we speak. I can sense who is genuine and otherwise, I keep an open mind and listen. Wise words, Cody.
Be careful Cody. You might be on the menu.
I envisioned Hg laying out actual snares to trap us…..like rabbits. Entrapment and ensnarement a la the hunter.
And the thought of taking over your position wouldn’t cross my mind.
You’re just saying that Peaches, I’m watching you !
I long for the days of the firing squad, the blindfold and last cigarette..what a classic way to be ushered off for your wrong doings, line up and one by one….right down the line you are sent to your Maker, which ever direction that may be.
Oh the romanticism if it all…
All hail the, the master, the leader, the ONE. It is Manson, right?
Are you a smoker?
I will refrain from the stereotypical joke and answer seriously, no. I have never smoked anything or anyone. It is merely the imagery for me.
I bet you are a secret smoker
I have never smoked a cigarette or otherwise. So you would lose that bet.
I have pictorial evidence that shows otherwise!
That is not my image, that is an avatar depicting another persona…you made me laugh HG 😀
You mean that’s not you? How could you lie to me after everything that I have done for you?
You assumed it was me, but did you ask me directly, no. So, hence I did not lie to you. Are you crying?
You lied by representation. This is not a battle you can win remember.
Pardon me, what did you say HG?
I didn’t say anything. I wrote.
Touché…..my admiration is growing….
It was merely an illusion, it is well known that illusions can change before eyes.
I don’t know what you are speaking of HG.
Has the illusion disillusioned you?
Battle….😊
I am so hurt you have said I lied to you, that I may cry….of course I would not further argue against you…arguing is your forte. But do feel free to rage and express your emotions. That is productive.
There is no rage, you have submitted.
Have I? Hmm…
The only person I will take a bullet for is my child. Maybe one day, someone will feel strongly enough about me, they would feel that protective. The more malice, distrust and betrayal I see, the more reclusive I become for now.
You are the dictator retreating to your ivory tower Clarece.
Come again? I’m the Dictator? Yeah, Army of one here. I guess that makes you my Minister of Machinations.
Exactly, MLA….as any loving mother would do, child before self or anyone else. I would thwart any attack on a stranger if possible, that didn’t risk harm to myself and leave and my child without a mother.
Human shields, blood and thunder, easier to come by then one might think. I am a free thinker and my soul is Still my own. Don’t laugh but when D and I first got to together he focused a lot on my soul, he would say I love you for your soul. I asked him Once, why? Do you think you can steal it? He laughed saying the only monsters in the world are human.
I am wary, I had an experience as a child that has stayed with me. Let me just say, I am a believer.
I prefer to shield myself from such types. Hence, my quest for knowledge and who better then the dark master and his lieutenant. This miss_stress will never be a mistress.
Oh I know it Miss. Very easy to come by when those who would serve as the shields are blinded by love, loyalty and the belief that they are saving the person they would so willingly lay down their lives for.
I am no shield but instead a fierce warrior. I will fight to protect myself or someone I value. I’d rather get shot fighting tooth and claw in defense of who and what I value then be used as a shield.
Hence why I said I would stop those who would seek to harm HG before they had the chance. To simply sit back and be used to take a bullet is weak no matter what the motivation is. I see no nobility in that at all.
If I am to shed blood for someone (and there aren’t many I would shed it for) it’ll be because I used my strength and cunning to fight to the bitter end.
Yes, blinded by….you see, I knew with CN, something was not quite right, I chose to ignore it, hence I do not blame him.
I am no ones shield either, other then my child’s or those I love and require my defence.
I do defend others my entire life, I choose to advocate as a profession.
I agree, to fight for , instead of being used as. To fight for those who deserve valour and would defend us likewise.
Yes blood and thunder to be proactive and operate on a purpose and a mission. Valid points, indeed. I fought back my MN when he tried to kill me, I won in all ways…he lost In all ways. He underestimated me, my determination, cleverness and will to survive. I will always fight with my all for that and who I firmly believe in.
As women we need to hone our inner warrior, just like CJ is doing. It will benefit us all.
So I’m wondering what joy feels like to you HG. Do you laugh from deep inside? Is anything truly funny for you in this life? It seems your kind have miserable lives too HG. Laughing was what I missed most as a primary.
Power is what it is Peaches. Power. I do laugh, I have an excellent sense of humour.
I’m glad you do HG
You need to know when to fold and walk away while you’re still on top. Leave with dignity and the minions still wanting more, more, more. Then you’ll remain the Legend. But if out of selfishness, you remain past your prime and you get yourself shot, everything will be finally be silenced including The Creature.
Today is national day HG 🇨🇴
Many people died in the name of freedom.
Today my nation celebrates being free from the Spanish opression.
I will stand by you together and I can be shot down with you so that you regain your freedom 💝💞
HG
Why do you say it will be a blessing for you and the traitors ?? I read again and thought about it?
Freedom.
So something is opressing your freedom? Are they opressing you? Why would freedom mean shooting you? Freedom is always good.💝
It is metaphorical. By shoot, I mean get rid of, but usually the dictator is overthrown and is shot. If the dictator is removed the oppressed become free.
Ahh thanks for the explanation. I love metaphores seems I should have listened more during literature class.
Freedom, yes. There are days I long for it too.
But do you really think that I, the red-toothed, red-clawed Maven of Malice….the Handmaiden of Hedonism and Hatred…..the Directress of Dastardly Deeds and Darkness….the Misstress of Ms Right……would ever let anyone get close to even thinking about shooting you before tearing their jugular out with my own well-manicured fingers?
No.
I forgot to add Baroness of Badass Bitchery, just because I think it has a nice ring to it.
I do enjoy alliteration.
Word Maestro. Totally enthralled. If I use ths term Maestro in future comments, I hope it won’t bore you but if it does, i will stop using it. Your last few sentences…they allude to the future and what you fear most…People like that are blood-sucking leeches…all of them. Gross. I hope you find peace and I hope no one shoots you.
Yes, HG your brilliance cannot be denied, it shines brightly as the Sun In the East. It is equally illuminating and blinding as an eclipse.
Nikita, rather then stand in front of him, which most likely will result in two deaths and motherless children. I would instead ascertain the identity of. The would be assailant and thusly remove them before they can take their shot. Not taking credit for such, as powerful men do not like to be defended or saved by women. It makes them feel weak and less in themselves, akin to a massive ego crush.
Our self sacrificing natures will be the death of us, I am certain. But, I would do the same for my child or someone I loved. It is an instinctual reaction for our types. Sacrifice myself for hope they be saved. Like that mother did for her son in the Florida nightclub shootings.
HG, I think the only possibility of being shot, since you are not in the States and in relatively non gun toting free UK. Is by a jealous boyfriend/ husband, whose girlfriend/ wife you are shagging aka plugging into/ refuelling with.
Breathe easy. Your throne is secure.
Hi Jana
Self sacrificing… We are..
So if strong men like Ns dont like to be defended why do they look for that type of women..? According to what you say
Ask HG, I am speaking from personal experience and Information I have read. I don’t think they look for a woman to defend them, perhaps. VN would, I think they look for types of women who will support them and do what they ask of them. Taking credit for something I would think wound their ego, ie making them feel you did it because you assumed they could not. In the case of you taking a bullet so say, HG could live instead, yes, of course he would permit that. If you both survive and after you tell everyone he survived because you saved him, I would think that wouldn’t go over so well.
Hahaha MS of course never steal the spotlight like saying I have savedhim. With an N is backstage which anyway suits me better To my personality. Limelights I dont enjoy.
And in my mind was that nobody gets shot when there is a shield infront of the dictator ( first comment).
I will accompany you to freedom ( second comment)
A human shield not being made of impenetrable material is bound to be injured in some manner, freedom can be relating to Ascension as well, in some cultures. Thank for explaining I did take it the other way.
The metaphor of shooting I did umderstand. Shoot down. I never thought it was shooting as to kill with a bullet and gun literally I was not refering to. Killing in my sense of hurting alot. I told HG yesterday also. Anyway If we go down to tje bullet I would stick by his side for this. Cant imagine not having him anymore.
I take things metaphorically and literally most times….I get shot down people with words by others. Yes, HG is a true blessing to us all. He shall reign for ages.
Ohh Jana words also be d
Jana words also shoot me down.
❤️
This was fascinating to read. You are a genious! A true real genious.
Nobody will shoot you. I will stand infront of you to protect you from any harm 😍😍😘
You took the words out of my mouth, Nikita. I was going to say to HG he`ll never have to worry about getting shot when he`s got so many who would gladly line up to take the bullet.
Perhaps that just might have been the ploy all along?
Sacrifice self only for those who would sacrifice the same for you….for then your sacrifice of self shall not be in vain.
“… self-sacrifice is a passion so overwhelming that beside it even lust and hunger are trifling….W. Somerset Maugham
But of course, I never thought otherwise.
Jesus Christ on the cross! HG Tudor, you brilliant man! You are cultivating an army of human shields!!! To anyone who wonders why I so willingly gave my soul to this man….shame on you!
They will come in very handy. Because that means while I`m laying waste to as many of the bastards as I can before they even get their disgusting fingers on the trigger, you`ll at least have some way to protect yourself!
Bingo.
Agree.. Many would.
How might I secure the position of Chief of Information and Truth? Assuming I am not the dissenter 😏 I am willfully defiant to the imposition of another’s will. Unless, Love is involved, then I become slightly more compliant. I really enjoy thinking for myself….did I hear murmurings of….burn the witch….
Vivat rex !!!!!
Send in your CV. No lined paper. No fragranced paper. No embellishments, exaggerations or lies – that position is taken.
Why would I use lined paper or perfume the CV? I don’t embellish or exaggerate or lie.
Ha ha , it is taken. Then it appears there is no such place for me In your company. That position has been made clear, Herr Dictator.
Because if you used lined paper or perfumed the paper the CV would be filed in file B1N. One has to weed out the CVs somehow.
No worries, I am professional and adhere to etiquette. Well I am professional. Can a love note be perfumed?
I would expect nothing less. The love note should be imbued with your own scent.
The ink might run…..
Dear Sasha Baron Cohen,
I Thouroughly enjoyed this post. I like story time. You are very creative. I pictured you in your Evil lair surrounded by your minions, (no u r not bald and petting a hairless cat) however I did not like the tragic ending. I don’t want the Star to die at the end. Instead I liked you thwarting attempts to usurp your evil throne and assassinating all those who had the nerve to make such an attempt. Damn Marc Antony. Please accept my application for secretary which literally means keeper of secrets. As u know my reputation precedes itself.
Hugs and kisses,
Amora the Enchantress.
Obviously the troublemakers found HG Tudor’s blog!
I am thinking just another awesome tale from the Master storyteller. Mind you I did hug teddy extra tight while reading…
Hope you are doing well, Cody?
It is a spiritual warfare & the targets have no idea! Really your kind never fight fair!
“And me” So, you hint at suffering and a feeling of fatigue in being a N and keeping up the facade. Unless, it was a pity ploy to your audience, I wonder….and, your writing is so compelling.
Thank you Inidglowsky. You offer two positions. Which do you think is applicable?
They will take you outside and shoot you if there comes a time when you’re not strong anymore. You showed them how to do just that.