On domestic front, people who don't like me complain because I recently gave that nice camp to the people who like me. So I appease them by building them their own. It has everything. A room with a bunk bed and a hole in the floor for everyone. The bars on the windows keep intruders out.
What? This again? That does it, I've had enough. I have better things to do than play your silly election game. You support me anyway. Bad people! No elections for you!
I'm not sure what those big words in the end of this report mean, but I'm happy that they won't complain anymore. Maybe now I can concentrate on being El Presidente instead of babysitter.
And as El Presidente I must first solve why our balance stays negative. Minus $17,868 is a lot. I like the $17,820 on my personal account much more and I want more. But I can't have that if I can't first start wasting the government's money on something. And that's difficult, since we don't even have any.
What exactly is wrong?
Free health care?
Free high school?!
No El Presidente Donations in church??!!
FREE COLLEGE EDUCATION??!!
People with guns don't pay me but I have to pay them?!
And the people who don't like me don't pay me either, when I accommodate them in those five star rooms of the happycamp I build just for them?
WHAT IS THIS GARBAGE? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?! WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK PLACE IS? A COMMUNIST UTOPIA??!!
What...?
IT'S JUST A LABEL! IT SOUNDED CATCHY BACK THEN!!
Well, at least I'm still popular. Sort of...
The bloody monkeys have found more batteries to their hurricane machine. Take cover!
Wow, at least they really put on a show this time.
Under the cover of the storm, some people have allied themselves with the monkey overlords and launched a cowardly surprise attack. Where the heck did they get guns from?
However, the monkeys didn't manage to destroy us this time either. Their cowardly allies also scarpered back into the woods and my great economic masterplan is starting to show its greatness. Life is still good.
The first 30 years are now over. Our glorious homeland is...uh...glorious. It's just temporary. You'll see. Now that our economy is back on its feet, we shall really get this island running. I shall do something widely popular with our new money.