come the fateful day (should we have another election*) and he's ushered into an establishment antechamber and some military type squishes his nose flat against his face and whispers something ominous through his bristling moustache into Nige's shell-like ear - I rather doubt he'll do anything but cave in immediately.

*If you've kept yourselves healthy you will live long enough to see the last vaguely honest election - if you haven't done so already.