I have not fed this diary for a very long time, but that was mainly because I have been fed a bunch of lies by Bar. For the past year, he has been warning me against some dark powers which are supposedly working secretly to stage a coup d'état against me that would have been executed on the day of my taking the presidential sermon. [I have become president by the way, officially with a nearly perfect 99.9% Yes vote and a not so perfect but still enough 9% turnout rate. The other day, I was having trouble sleeping and I decided to fiddle around with my calculator which I keep in my bedside drawer. I calculated the actual number of people who actually voted for me and the answer I got was disappointing to say the least.] The past year has been one of the most terrifying of my life! Only briefly brightened up by my landslide win in the presidential elections. I have not managed to work out who the dark powers Bar kept warning me about are or why they disprove of me becoming president (this last bit was the most upsetting to tell you the truth), but he managed to persuade me to disappear completely from both real and virtual lives. These were his exact words as I recall. Only recently have I connected the dots together and realised that he must have found out about this secret diary, otherwise why would he speak about 'real' and 'virtual' lives? Must have been that man who followed me when I skived from my presidential duties and went to an Internet Cafe to post a blog. My thoughts are unclear right now. There have been funny goings on recently and I have started to suspect that Bar had mounted all this show to force my open-source governance values out of me by the judicious use of terror. On the presidential front, nothing much has happened except that my secretary came in one day with a tray-full of birthday cards which I had to sign and stamp. They were destined to some other presidents. The one addressed to the president of Wallyland was the ugliest of the lot and it made a lasting impression on me.