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If I ruled the world: Garrison Keillor

I'd send the royal family to Croydon and chat with God. But would power make me potent? Nope

By Garrison Keillor   November 2012

It dawned on me slowly that I had become Ruler of the World. I woke up early one morning and found a spiked fence had been erected around my house, with a guardhouse and armed men stood at attention.  A man in a tuxedo brought me breakfast on a tray and called me “Sahib.” My wife curtsied and kissed my hand. Three aides and an equerry stood by the breakfast table. The eggs were quail eggs—boiled, perfect, on toast points.

So I tested my powers with a few little righteous…

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