Your pleas for the firm hand of the Hero of Myanmar, couched in the verbiage of reminiscence have not gone unnoticed. My presence here at Cafe Excreble follows no discernible pattern save inevitability. Attempts in this thread to divine the nature of the Son of the Golden Land are but a multi-minion mission to the midriff of mediocrity, dooming all participants to exposure to a fatal level of self awareness.
Try not to dwell overlong on Deities and instead labour tirelessly to buttress the State in the face of overstimulation and an abounding of rahingyas. All who would endeavour to refute me must pass a ten carat kidney stone.
That is all.