Guess what the Czar was just complaining about at lunch? Why, BG writes in with exactly that:
I got an email from the city of Alexandria, Virginia, that says, in part, “If a power outage occurs, do not use candles under any circumstances because they are a fire hazard.”
They neglected to tell me that when the power comes back on, I shouldn’t use the electricity because I might shock myself to death.
I probably shouldn’t use the toilet, either, because I might fall in and drown.
Just before our cable died, I emailed them back; “Sweet baby Jesus, if I needed a nanny, I’d go back to live with my mother.” Strangely, no reply yet. They’re probably trying to figure out who this “baby Jesus” person is so they can route my email to him/her for a reply.
The Czar himself was stunned to see Mayor Bloomberg warning New Yorkers not to drink the sea water, and to keep candles away from the curtains.
Because, you see, you are all freaking morons and it takes someone of Michael Bloombergs vast intellect to guide you away from sticking your tongues into garbage disposals or rubbing jellyfish on your privates. But thenmost of you apparently elected effete trash like this as your superiors, so cry not a drop to the Czar.
In BGs case, he almost certainly did not elect the non-elected administrator person who sent out the mind-blowing safety email. No, thats a home-grown sort of goofiness. By the way, BG, do not drink the toilet water, and keep your electricity away from the curtains. You can never be too safe. Or evidently, they think, too stupid.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.