"I lied to you. You knew I was lying, but you didn't care. You wanted me to lie to you. You want me to keep lying to you. Don't worry—I will. I will lie about everything. Big and small, I will lie about it all. I will lie about the weather, literally. 

You would rather hear a lie than the truth. That's how I got here, and that's how I intend to stay here. I know I can count on you to believe what I say, no matter how ludicrous. I can say that media reports of my very words are lies, and that everybody is out to get me, and you will nod your head and raise your closed fist in reverence.  That's because you and I can see through facts, through reality. We can shout and bluster, and nurse grievances, and lie our way back into the past—to a world that never existed, but you let me worry about that.

I just need your unswerving blind loyalty, and I will reward you beyond your wildest imaginings.

Believe me."