if i ever leave the internet, i will blame ads. im sick of em

I love Emperor Haile Selassie. In the UK, there's loads of urban myths about him turning up in weird places during his exile. Like a kinda 70's version of the Slender Man. Gone to the cinema to watch Live and Let Die? Look, there's Haile Selassie sitting behind you. Filling up yr Austen Ambassador at the petrol station? There's Haile Selassie at the pump next to you. I mean, I say I love him. I prefer him to Mussolini anyway.