Moist von Lipwig, con man extraordinaire, has been caught, condemned to die and hanged under his nom-de-con "Albert Spangler" in Disc World's greatest city, Ankh-Morpork. He has been given the task of revamping and revitalizing the Postal Service by Ankh-Morpork's supreme ruler Lord Vetinari, The Patrician. For Moist, it's a do-or-die (again and for real) situation.
Moist doesn't take to the task at first, especially when he inspects the main post office and discovers its total state of decrepitude. His first night on the job he thinks:
...I'm some poor bastard who's the victim of some stupid...experiment. What a place! What a situation! What kind of a man would put a known criminal in charge of a major branch of the government? Apart from, say, the average voter?
Which just about sums up our current situation here in the US of A.
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