From my dreams last night:
Give me the
Beware. I have been generous, up till now. I can be cruel.
Generous? What have you done that's generous?
*Everything*! Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that
the child be taken there be affordable national childcare. I took him I gave parents 100 bucks per kid under six per month. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down (well, OK, I kinda reneged on that income trust thing, but what do you expect, I'm a goblin), and I have done it all for *you*! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?
Let me rule you. I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.
Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the
castle Prime Minister's Office beyond the child country that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me. And seriously, does this look like October 2009 to you? Fixed election date? Please. Asshole.
(Bowie is much hotter than Stephen Harper, by the way.)