I've been reading a lot about the politics of Turkmenistan today. They have a president for life, a man named Saparmurat Niyazov, who basically has decreed himself a mortal God there. A few things he's done to promote Turkmenistan culture:
Renaming bread after his mother, Gurbansoltan edzhe. (I wonder if he feels bad when people are like, "boy, I'm stuffed. I just ate roast beef on Gurbansoltan edzhe.)
redefining the stages of life, with adolescence extending to 25 and old age beginning at 85
banning news readers from wearing make-up as Niyazov had difficulty telling male and female readers apart
The thing is that the people of Turkmenistan are collectively happy about all of the changes. The United Nations recognizes Turkmenistan as "most favored nation" because they trade everything they produce for really low prices. They want to disassociate themselves with every facet of the Soviet Union. The man had a gold statue of himself that's head and arms rotate around as the sun progresses.
In other news, Fry Street Fair is this weekend, Camella is on her deathbed, and Jacob is yelling at everyone because he's afraid we'll make him look bad.
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