My worst fears have turned out to be true: I am under surveillance! I told Bar (that's the name of the chap in Hawaiian shirt), I told him am not happy about that. As a president, I value my privacy above all. A president should be given privacy to think about their presidency stuff and ponder critical political issues. Bar did not agree with me, he mentioned that embarrassing incident about the funds am supposed to have "stolen" from Follyland back in the 40's, before leaving the country in self-imposed exile. It's funny how these Follylanders start using the word "steal" whenever they are away from Follyland. In Follyland, we don't even have the word "steal" in Baragouin, nor in Bafflegab. The closest word we have is "take". The problem with the Jolly Boys is that their thinking has been recently contaminated with foreign nonsense and they want to apply it to Follyland. I told him look buddy, don't try and intimidate me when you know damn well that everybody takes what they can take. I was going to say more nasty things aimed at hurting him but remembered that the only thing I'll manage to hurt is my chances of making it to the president's spot. I need all the allies I can get for the elections, good thing I know I'll be watched now, I'll have to tone down the topless sun-bathing and the dressing-up in my animals and vegetables costumes.