Even If a Dog Becomes PM…- Asim Munir’s Blunt Remark in the U.S. Exposes Pakistan’s Political Farce

International News: General Asim Munir was running late for his lunch appointment at the White House. For this low-key but highly strategic engagement, he wrestled with a simple yet symbolic dilemma—should he go dressed plainly, or should he don his uniform to impress the hosts, who are known admirers of military attire? This wasn't just another diplomatic meal—it was a moment of subtle validation, a nod from Washington to Pakistan's de facto ruler.

The meeting was so exclusive that it excluded everyone who should have mattered. Pakistan’s ambassador and even Interior Minister Mohsin Naqvi were politely shown the door—or rather, kept at it. Only two men were granted entry: General Munir and ISI chief Asim Malik. No civilians. No elected representatives. Just the military minds that matter.

"Even if a dog becomes PM..."

Before stepping into this high-level setting, General Munir addressed a group of Pakistani expatriates who showered him with flowers and garlands. Speaking with the confidence of someone who had long outgrown democratic niceties, he remarked, “Even if a dog becomes Prime Minister and does good work, he deserves support.” The audience clapped. The message was clear: governance in Pakistan is about performance—defined by the military—not legitimacy.

When Policy Meets the Plate

The lunch itself was shrouded in secrecy. No official statements, no photos—just a menu card boldly proclaiming, “All food is halal.” The first course was a carefully curated ensemble: goat cheese gâteau, tomato jam, buttermilk biscuit crumbles, and young lettuces—soft on the palate, soft on the narrative. The main course—rack of spring lamb and Carolina gold rice—seemed designed to feed egos more than appetites.

"My Balochistan is your Balochistan"

As dessert arrived, an American official, informally dubbed “Babaji,” posed the question of the hour: “Can you bring Iran to the lunch table?” Both Asims bowed their heads and delivered a synchronized reply, “My country is your country. My Balochistan is your Balochistan. My intelligence is yours.” With that, Babaji departed, later emerging on camera to repeat the newly sanctioned mantra: “Pakistan is great.”

Rhetoric Over Reason

General Munir’s evening wasn’t over yet. At a think-tank dinner held at the Pakistani embassy—where local journalists were notably absent—he delivered a 90-minute monologue. Titled “Poor Pakistan, Evil India: A Selective and Revisionist History,” the speech also included glowing praise for former President Donald Trump. Munir pounded the table, issued warnings about water wars, and vowed retribution if India dared to block river flows.

Sweat and Symbolism

The embassy’s air conditioning had reportedly failed—an ironic echo of the state of democracy back home. Guests sweated quietly through the evening, both physically and mentally fatigued, as the spectacle unfolded.

Tourism, Trails, and Tragedy

To wrap it all up, promotional videos were played: "Visit Pakistan!", "Rediscover the Hippie Trail!", and "Try a New Kind of High." Marijuana was passé. Something stronger was on offer—perhaps not a substance, but an idea: the intoxicating delusion of power without accountability.

Final Thought: The Real Meal

This wasn’t a diplomatic visit. It was a coronation in disguise—a carefully plated performance where the real entrée was power, the side dish was propaganda, and the dessert was denial. At the table, everything looked sweet. But the aftertaste? Bitter with the flavor of autocracy.