Super-Power Of A Super Hero

When a Nation gets lagged under the asshole politics radio broadcast speaks like this...

"My minions and my flunkey stuff, I salute you for your patience and dedication in patting my back till it gets chaffed. I appreciate your grey materials that were turning black due to inexperience and unemployment. You are the rarest species with an obsequious raft on this earth who always follow the heart ignoring any kind of rays of reason and clear thought.

And your heart is that golden stimulus that promotes my sudden birth as the superpower of a whole nation and helps me to reign long in peace. You just capture what is said not what is meant or may be meant. That proves your acumen towards imbecility. You are vigorous as a pig, squalling in the filth, killing your brother for a morsel of luck or chance from me. You are the blackest crow that easily caws at the scattered crust. I am so lucky to get you as my loyal supporters.

You are the coronation of nincompoop, gullible and always ready for my every plan. Your heads nod in eternal trick-tock at the side I choose to bend and your opinions mark no significance as you have none against my loquacious lecture. You have pawned your voices for the regression of the state. I vouchsafe the sure shot way to enter your name in the World Record from the last and you will be proud of being the poorest country in health, education and on the hunger list. I promise you. You are the doormats of my golden castle. I am obliged to your dull heads.”

With this speech, the superpower stopped and mop his thick stuffy beard with a silk handkerchief imported from Utopia, a faraway land. His smug face was shining with deep satisfaction and self-boasting. He is the superpower of a nation, he is the hero of trillion minions.