Uganda
It is said that…

I had my prominent opponents beheaded. I stored their heads in my freezer. Sometimes, I would take some of them and place them on my dinner table to hold conversations with them.

Once, in Buckingham palace, after a state dinner, I addressed the royal family in such terms: “Sir, mister queen, horrible guests, before I undress you, let me put down my testicles”.

The boxing contest I proposed to Mohamed Ali had to take place in Libya, with Muammar al-Kadhafi as arbiter, the Ayatollah Khomeiny as commentator, and Yasser Araraft as coach.

On the 4th anniversary of my coup, I ordered my Nubian soldiers to parade in the streets of Kampala, dressed with kilts and holding bagpipes.

I was graciously welcomed in Paris by French president Georges Pompidou.

In 1975, I have been enthusiastically applauded by the whole UN assembly when I had my speech read by one of my ministers (you don’t think I would have said even one word in the imperialist language, do you?).

I was a buffoon.

I was a psychopath.

I was a cold-blood mass murderer.

Who am I?