What is wrong with my countrymen?
Give it time mate! The emporer will eventually have no clothes. Perhaps they should rewrite the story....
Many years ago there was a President so exceedingly fond of himself that he spent all his money on trying to sound intelligent and looking urbane. He cared nothing about other people or their rights or their religion or their freedoms or their cultures except to show off his new round office and his big loud mouth. He had a tweet for every hour of the day, and instead of saying, as one might, about any other ruler, "The President's in with his advisers" here they always said. "The President’s trying to look good on Twitter."
In the great city of Washington where he lived, life was always gay. Every day many strangers came to town, and among them one day came some swindlers. They let it be known they were political advisers and they said they could weave the most magnificent con imaginable. Not only were their words and phrases uncommonly fine, but policy made of this rhetoric had a wonderful way of becoming mesmerising to anyone who was unfit for his office, or who was unusually stupid.
"Those would be just the words for me," thought the President. "If I say them I would be able to discover which men in my empire are unfit for their posts. And I could tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must get some of the rhetoric written for me right away." He paid the swindlers a large sum of money to start work at once.
They set up their offices and pretended to work, though there was nothing in the heads. All the reality and the level headedness which existed at the time went out the window, while they worked their twitter accounts far into the night.
All the town was talking of his splendid tweets and his agile brain. Attended by a band of chosen men, among whom were his old trusted lackies he set out is startling new agenda. Magnificent," said the voters already duped. "Just look, Your Majesty, what intelligence! What a style!" They pointed to the tweets, each supposing that the others could see the carefully crafted and subtle intellect.
So off went the President in procession in his splendid motorcade. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, "Oh, how fine is the Emperor's new message! Don't the tweets make him look smart? And see his executive order!" Nobody would confess that they couldn't understand anything, for that would prove him either unfit for his position, or a fool. No policy the President had ever said before was ever such a complete success.
"But he hasn't got anything intelligent to say," a little child said.
"Did you ever hear such innocent prattle?" said its father. And one person whispered to another what the child had said, "He hasn't anything intelligent to say. A child says he hasn't got a brain."
"But he hasn't got a brain!" the whole town cried out at last.
And they all lived under a mushroom cloud ever after
.... I hope i've not infringed any copywrites!!??