I am prepared to assume the leadership. As Churchill said, "I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat"—for our enemies, at any rate. For my loyal cabal at IWT, ah, well, a vaster inventory of fluids and treats is available.
I'm not saying it won't be messy at first. Sure, there'll be a certain amount of purges, mass arrests, re-education camps, a few firing squads, some forced-labor details (I'll be assigning Dick Cheney to hurricane cleanup. With a spork) and some of the other impedimenta we associate with convulsive revolutions, but as fictional political philosopher Peter Clemenza once observed, the occasional bloodbath clears the air. For you, droogies, there will be spoils aplenty (bionerd, how does HSS secretary sound? The salary is six figures, and it comes with a health plan, they tell me. CRC, just as revolutionary movements times past have had to reach outside national and ethnic boundaries—to Poland, to Georgia, to [hack! cough!], to, ah, Austria, I name you to head up my new Language Police. I have some nifty ideas about tailoring and footwear; we'll talk. Philbot, I'll need a viceroy in Baghdad—belay that: we need to lose the "Green Zone" mentality, so you'll be posted in Fallujah. Our own troops will be withdrawn for disaster relief, but since the Iraqis adore us I'll trust you to arrange for your personal security there using local personnel).
So much planning! So many of you deserving of patronage posts! I require time to think.
humbly,