If years of education that included absolutely zero classes involving international politics have taught me anything, it’s that you can always the country whose cultural attaché is a robotic cat with a penchant for pancakes:
When it comes to basically everything, Japan speaks the universal language of batshit crazy, and this makes it pretty much impossible to not pay attention when the topic turns to current global affairs. Seriously, you might as well ignore Raymond Babbitt at a black jack table, because you know that whatever ridiculousness the Japanese contributes to the conversation is going to be the path to diplomacy and world peace.
Which, of course, is precisely the message this little nugget of lunacy, “My Boyfriend Is the President”:
Nobody Puts Baby in a Horner 