EDICT TWENTY-FOUR:
"Weather"

If there is ANY TRUTH to the stories of SOVIET WEATHER-CONTROL SATTELLITES, I TELL YOU THIS:
When I am the PHAROH of the GLOBE, we're going to get those puppies UP AND RUNNING.

SUNNY DAYS and RAINY NIGHTS. DAILY. No more rain on picnics, no more torrential downpours followed by a beautifully clear evening. Whatever the SCIENTIFIC MUST-HAVE quantity of rainfall is, we'll drop it in between THREE AND SEVEN A.M. And maybe toss in a few showers when somebody dies or something. You know.

All WEATHERMEN will consequently be UNEMPLOYED, but will have COOL NEW JOBS running all the ACTIVITIES that can now be scheduled thanks to the SOVIET WEATHER SATTELLITE PARADISE I intend to create. I may even, if they're nice to me, give them JET PACKS.

Go weathermen! Go Soviet weather-control devices!

I SHALL RULE THIS PLANET.

EDICT TWENTY-THREE:
"Esperanto"

Let's DUST 'ER OFF and SET 'ER UP. After you CHIMPS PROP ME UP on my DIVINE THRONE, we'll be racking up 100% LITERACY scores across the globe within FIVE YEARS. Admittedly, ESPERANTO is a language that's about as elegant as William Merrick and as beautiful as a wet turd, but IT WORKS. Let's get PLANETARY, linguistically speaking!

I SHALL RULE THIS PLANET.