The dairy farmer had the gift of the gab; he promised the moon to both investors and citizens until one day he found himself the country’s president. So far so good for the currency speculator and her husband. But then the former dairy farmer kicked off his presidency by buying a private jet with state money while the people who’d voted for him were still earning the equivalent of not even one dollar per day. Turned out the moon was meant for the dairy farmer and no one else.
