It would seem the DRC government is like being at the circus, when they lose control of the clown car, and it crashes into the lion cage, and the lions start eating the clowns, and some of the clowns are screaming and running around, tripping up in their oversized clown shoes during the turmoil, and others are fighting back as best they can because, you know, clown versus lion, figure the odds, and there's blood and gore, red noses and brightly coloured wigs going everywhere, and people in the stands are screaming at the horror and covering the children's eyes, or trying to, and some want to do something but aren't sure what to do because, you know, clowns and lions, it's not like there's a class for that, and then the confetti cannon goes off because in all the confusion nobody thought to turn off the timer on the confetti cannon, so there's all these little bits of coloured paper gracefully fluttering down over all the chaos of lions eating clowns and people screaming and running around waving their hands in the air and you're there and it's a story you want to tell your grandkids when you have them. That's the DRC government.
(Note: stolen and edited from elsewhere on the internet.)
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Fucking C### face with a face like a smashed c### !!
