He held in mind a video of his reign as the supreme leader of all living and non-living beings with a self-replicating acclaim for his greatness. He ordered a yearly jubilee year of his being crowned the greatest of the great ones, during which marching bands from every corner of the earth would appear in full regalia performing brass, woodwind, and percussion instruments to perfection. No level of expenditure would be enough; each successive annual celebration would exceed all prior extravaganzas. He harped on his deservedness wherever an audience would emerge. When at last he had persuaded a sufficient number of weary listeners to heed his call, the first of many celebrations came to fruition. To his dismay, the musical assemblage consisted of 1,000 flutophones, white plastic flutes the young players could clean with soap and warm water and afford. 

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