π³οΈ In a historic turn of events, the Lebanese presidential election has concluded, and I regret to inform my loyal supporters that I did not win.
π I know. I know. Take a moment. Compose yourselves. Grab a tissue. π§»
But let me be the first to say itβ¦ π
π Sources close to the situation (me) confirm that, had I taken office, my very first executive order would have been the immediate annexation of the entire Middle East and North Africa. ππ₯
π₯ My second order? Tbilisi.
Not for strategy. Not for resources. Purely because I love khinkali too much to leave it under foreign administration. The dumplings were going to be nationalized. It was going to get messy. π€π½οΈ
π Analysts agree: the region has narrowly avoided a khinkali-motivated military campaign of unprecedented scale. πͺπ₯
ποΈ Humanity is safe.
π₯ The dumplings remain sovereign.
π That said, no grudges here. Mostly because I negotiated my pool π and my yacht π₯οΈ back as part of the transition deal.
πΉ So while the presidency slipped away, I'll be processing my crushing defeat from a deck chair, cocktail in hand, watching the sunset over the Mediterranean. π
π Congratulations to the winner. Enjoy the paperwork. π
I'll be swimming. πββοΈπ¦
π± I would also like to publicly thank the only member of my cabinet who stood by me until the very end, my cat. He believed in the vision. He believed in the khinkali. He asked for nothing in return except food, a warm lap, and total world domination. A true statesman. πΎπ
He has since resigned in protest and is now napping in opposition. βοΈπ΄
βοΈ β ASBASIS, President of Absolutely Nothing (and proud of it)π₯