I feel like many of us reach a certain age where we realize two things: 1) we're not going to be rock stars, and 2) we should give up any dream of becoming a benevolent dictator.
For me this moment came much later than for most, despite the fact that I can't sing or play an instrument, and my ludicrous attempt to overthrow an African nation was squelched rather quickly. It is hard to kill the optimism of youth!
Anyway, while in Costa Rica over Christmas my dictator wishes rose again after seeing this sign:
If I was a dictator this would be my national flag, soccer team uniform, and the song I would make the people sing as I greeted theme each Sunday from my jewel-encrusted balcony.
Moko....es muuuuuuuuuucha galleta