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Welcome back, and give the "Gurus of Salsa" a big hand. Before we begin, let me just point out that we are working on a new title for the show, but to be honest, finding something intelligent to associate with a late night talk-show, is an oxymoron in itself.
Yeah, oxymoron obviously means your a moron thats been oxy'ed or something, but screw that, we're getting nowhere, our first guest tonight is - the prime minister! Please welcome the prime minister, hey!

Host: Have a seat, mister prime minister, please.

PM: Thank you, um, thanx!

Host: You just came back from abroad, didnt you?

PM: That's correct, i was at a meeting in Uruguay.

Host: What exactly do you do at such meetings?

PM: Not much, we talk, take notes, suggest stuff, you know..

Host: That sounds nice, did you guys figure stuff out?

PM: Yes and no, sortof.

Host: What do you do, as a prime minister?

PM: Nothing much, go to meetings, figure stuff out, type on my computer, answer phones, fax stuff, you know, politician-work.

Host: You run the country?

PM: Well... the country would probably run itself, thats what societies ultimately do.

Host: What do you mean?

PM: Well... you could theoretically remove every official department, one after the other, untill your down to individual families, and these families will build up their own social structure, and run as a society.

Host: But we'd go through lots of havoc and chaos, if we did that in practice.
PM: Yes, for a while, but then it would "level out", I think.

Host: That's nice.

PM: It is...

Host: But what about roads, and infrastructure, interconnetion and communication?

PM: It would become severely limited of course.

Host: Is that good?

PM: Sure, why not?

Host: How can it be good?

PM: Anything can be good, its just a matter of mindset.

Host: Eh... so... torture can be good? For the tortured?

PM: Of course, there's a benefit to anything.

Host: What's good about being tortured?

PM: To have experienced ultimate pain.

Host: What's good about famine and death?

PM: Easy, depopulation, easier life for future generations.

Host: What about sudan? Theyve been starving for decades in Darfur.

PM: Who says depopulation has to take the time you expect it to take? Sudan has a gigantic population, starvation has a lot more work to do in Sudan.

Host: Are you serious???

PM: Of course i am.

Host: How can you be our prime minister??

PM: Pfff, anyone can be a prime minister, just study hard, get into politics, and advertise yourself through pure charismatics combined with a good hit of luck or two.

Host: Uh...

PM: What's wrong?

Host: Nothing, nothing, we got one more guest waiting, but uh.... are you... do you even... uh...

PM: What?

Host: Are you being a prime minister of our country while at the same time fully aware of the futility and pointlessness of it?

PM: Yes, if you can figure shit out, I can. It's not really as "futile" as I made it seem tho, since you point out, there are tasks that are vital to a state, such as infrastructure and communication. However, it's all about "the now".

Host: Eh.. what...

PM: None of us care about the future, or the past, thats not why i am a prime minister.

Host: What..

PM: I need the country to run the way it does for me. Any transition for the better, will go through a phase of worse. That phase can last a generation, none of us want that. None of us want to suffer a generation of bad, to ensure a better future, for our descendants. Thats the "futility" of it, thats why we "never learn" from history. That's why "world war three" is inevitable, and will prove itself just as spectacularily horrifying as we have always feared it to be. We will always try to change the world before the span of a generation, so we can enjoy the change for ourselves, or we wont bother trying at all.

Host: Oh...

PM: Who was your other guest?

Host: Eh.. some danish actor, that lord of the rings guy... what the fuck his name now.... Aragorrrrn....

PM: Viggo Mortensen!

Host: Oh, of course, uh, please welcome - Viggo Mortensen!

*zap*

Squinting detective: Take... a look... at this....

Hot babe detective: What is that?

Squinting detective: This... is a lead.

*Rock'n Roll'ing scene-cut to the lab*

*Zoom in on corpse, squishy-squash snappy breaky noises, while the coroner digs inside its brains*

Coroner: I found this, inside his brain.

Handsome black detective: What is that?

Squinting detective: That... is a lead.

*cut to the interrogation room*

Suspect 2: Yo, I allready told you everything i know!

*Squinting detective is squinting really hard*

Suspect 2: Squint all you want bitch!

*zap*

And denn vee putte ham and carrott inde pot, and stirre stirre

*zap*

- minutes later, the building collapsed, burying over a thousand people in the matter of seconds.

How could a building fall down on itself, for no apparent reason?

An accident doesnt just happen by itself, it is a series of.. other accidents, that seem to have

happened by themselves at some point, but still, we will explore them all in:

Minutes from disaster!

Or was it seconds...

*bzzz...*