You are proving your critics right again and again, as days pass by. People are giving up hope. Your knee-jerk peace efforts (with your political opponents) are sending the wrong signals.
LISTEN! YOU are your greatest enemy, not the Opposition and certainly not the people who tell you, the Emperor, that you are indeed naked.
How could you continue to lead when you can't seem to be able to handle the truth? Think about it.
The antics of your running dogs barking at the messengers is bloody sickening. Personal attacks against messengers who tell you the fact of the matter is cowardice of the highest degree.
Personal attacks against journalists/writers who relate people's concerns and grouses to the powers that be, is shameful.
Cage your running dogs or teach them a trick or two about obedience before they turn around and bite you.
But then again, you may continue to listen to the jokes and soothing tunes played by your court jesters, advisors and running dogs because you are the Emperor.
The Emperor, I STILL HOPE, wakes up before its too late, puts on his clothes and cracks the whip. Start cracking the whip in your own office where the dog poop smell is overwhelming.
What do you do when there is no hope?