Here's my pitch for a new political thriller. Fiction, no real-life stuff whatsoever (pinky swear)...
Conspiracy, an old orange baby, an evil emperor, I give you a make-believe world, where, despite vast knowledge and a planet rich in resources, a darker human nature takes over.  Will it self-destruct, or will a tough lesson correct course for the planet to survive?...
Just supposin’…
Dougy Dump is a spoilt kid who breaks and steals other kids’ toys.  Parental-aged people with related genes throw him a truck load of money. Who needs love and morals when you have a ton of cash?
Dougy grows up hating people and secretly aspires to be a super-villain. His hands wear down small over time, counting all the freebie dollar bills. Even his bathroom shower is made of gold. No-one likes Dougy because he talks BS, and keeps grabbing their pussies, and their puppies, even their gerbils (pet-envy is a problem for Dougy).
super-villain
Dougy wants more money to fulfill his super-villain dream. He does a deal with an enemy land – if he causes anarchy he gets the cash. Then the enemy will take over the world, with Dougy as joint boss, but only if he sucks-up and does everything they say.
One day Dougy buys himself an Emperor job – at least, he pretends it is. The people think he’s entertaining and just want to have fu-un.  They know he’s full of BS, but with Dougy in charge the suck-ups see their chance to cream-off loads of cash for themselves. A clown in power is the only way they could get the job anyways, so ‘what the heck’ they thought, ‘we’re supremo beings, let’s screw everyone over and get some!’
big numbers Dougy makes ‘friends’ with crazy leaders, playing bomb games, betting who could blow up the other land first.  They have great fun.  But people worry. He really does want to kill everyone, or at least, say 50%... no that doesn’t sound a big number… 117%, sounds much better. Dougy sends secret messages to get crazy people to do his henchmen jobs, spreading a big dark cloud over the entire land (sort of like the endless frozen winter in Narnia, but without Turkish delight).
Millions of people still have brains that work, and they want Dougy tied-up in a straight-jacket, to prevent the apocalypse. But the system is run by Dougy’s suck-up henchmen, and they spit BS better than a bull, to save their boss’ ass. Dougy’s minions who don’t suck-up properly are told they’re crap and put into stasis pods, as a penalty for all the illegal stuff they did for Dougy (they’ll re-emerge in the futuristic movie sequel, with *spoiler alert* alien infestations that wear blond strangely-flat toupees).
best at pandemic Then comes along the dream opportunity for Dougy. A global virus pandemic to kill thousands of people without having to think up something clever. Just mess up advice from experts on infectious diseases, confuse people to catch the virus, and have bigger numbers.  In other lands, people listen more to experts and lower numbers of people die than in Dougy’s land. ‘Lower numbers’, hmm… not on Dougy’s watch! Higher numbers than anyone else, for anything – write ’em down with a sharpie and they’re true! But Dougy is finally doing great with big numbers. He congratulates himself, a lot, kissing himself in the mirror. His people are the best at catching the virus. That means a lot to Dougy.
Sadly, instead of the virus going away, a lot of people go away, forever, because the confused people go out then come home from parties, the beach and hairdressing salons, and infect their own families and friends.  But Dougy keeps positive, encouraging people to sacrifice themselves so he can make more money - that’s what pretend Emperors do.
poison
In the past, other crazy BS sadists aided cool people to drink poison, to kill themselves together. Dougy likes this idea - he tells people to drink poison too, pretending it would save their lives. But their brains take executive decisions, to say ‘WTF Dougy, you maniac – you go first, no really, please do…’, seeing through that old toxic chemicals trick.
playing with himself Dougy prefers to play with himself, and he doesn’t care that dead people can’t play golf. Caring about people doesn’t make sense for Dougy. He’s not very good at it - his caring numbers are the lowest, ever, in the history of low numbers - he keeps quiet about it. Instead, he proudly sends messages to his henchmen and minions to screw-up lives of families from different cultures, races and color, because he thinks everyone should be the same color as him… orange.
Dougy also makes bigger numbers crossing-out lots of important rules that protected the land from pollution, the living environment, people’s health, and their heritage. Another thing he’s great at is pretend lies about anyone anywhere in the world who says anything he doesn’t like. Ka-boom! He really is a nutjob!
tigers
Eventually, the people with brains still in the right place throw Dougy into a large pit of hungry tigers.  After he is eaten-up by the tigers, even the people who had sucked-up to Dougy say ‘whoops!’, ‘we didn’t really mean to do that’, to turn people against each other, to break down the system of law and cause thousands of needless deaths.  However, fortunately for the land, most people know the BS plague has spread, so they chuck the complicit suck-ups (and they all know who they are) into the tiger pit, just as soon as those tigers are hungry again.
happy ending The new bosses of the land have a massive job to sort everything out. They start a big education program to stop BS maniacs taking advantage of the people. They fix a decent, impartial and respectful legal system that works properly, to treat everyone fairly, regardless of whether they’re orange or not. And the remaining people all live together happily ever after... ish.
THE END