Initially his antics captured all of our collective imaginations. He was the reprobate that none of us ever dared aspire to.
The story that resonated with I the most was Idi and his checkbook (or ‘cheque book ‘ in Britain). Idi was a CREATION of the British! Yep, we groomed him and guided him to power. He was expected to be a good, ‘BIG’ puppet leader. Well, best laid plans of mice & men. As part of that grooming, the British administration in Uganda, opened a bank account for Idi Amin and gave him a checkbook. Idi promptly started writing checks — willy-nilly. He was overdrawn within hours.
‘They’ (us, the Brits) tracked him down and asked him why he was writing checks …
He was puzzled. He was confused. Idi really was an IDIOT. He did not understand that a check corresponded to money in the bank. He could NOT make that connection.
So … that was Idi.
Yes, then he turned into a murderous, bloody maniac. He was no longer funny. He was no longer just the village idiot that became a President.
I have NO IDEA why I keep on thinking about Idi Bloody Amin.
Idi Bloody Amin.
He was funny before it all became NOT funny at all, at all.