Together as None

So the lazy dog that spent all day laying under the shade and grooming himself told the other little dogs and the handicapped cat that if they ganged up together, they could overthrow the man that owned the house in whose compound they wallowed every day. The handicapped cat accepted but on condition that he takes the best couch in the house. The other little dogs demanded only for a steady supply of food for the rest of their lives. The old fuzzy, lazy dog told them all their demands would been duly attended to and fulfilled. So hairy bunch of mutts and the handicapped cat spent the next few days planning their takeover.
While the other mutts worked their tails off surveying the property, studying the owner’s moves and alternative escape routes should the shit hit the fan, the old mellow, fuzzy dog groomed himself and enjoyed the warm April heat of the sun. Each day he studied their cohesion, their dedication and conviction. He was never amazed at how easy they bought into his idea. Besides grooming himself, he only paid attention to the force majeur relating of the takeover.
The celestial travels of the sun ensued by the poised nightly passings of the moon in occasionally starry skies finally brought the bunch of fuzzy bandits and their feline counterpart to the designated take over date. The old fuzzy, mellow mutt was alert and vibrant as he prepared the sorry lot of bandits for the attack. With a few moments of super charged pep talks and a couple of tail wags, the assault on the house started. The old fuzzy gangster stayed back and watched the fuzzy fools delve headlong into their own demise.
The man of the house was always ready. Although he never attempted any eviction of the intruders in his compound, he always knew a day would come and he would have to deal with the four-legged fur balls once and for all. He knew the day was nigh when he noticed a change in their routines. So on this designated day when he believed they would attack, he laid his trap wide open and all the four-legged fur balls willingly fell for it.
Later when the Vet officer was called to take the nuisance animals off the property and put them out, the old fuzzy mutt lay in his usual place grooming and admiring his balls. His competition had been tactfully dealt away with for good and now he had the compound and all the leftover food for himself. He was proud of himself and his accomplishments until the handicapped big eyed cat came back to the neighborhood.
So it came to pass that when Amama Mbabazi left the ruling NRM party, he formed the TDA and sold them an idea with an ideology backed by a concept. They bought into it until he seemed to levitate all over the opposition parties and their handicapped leaders. Then when it seemed like the bigger problem had been finally settled for good, the big-eyed blue Monster opposition bandit called Besigye returned and overturned the TDA tables at the verge of declaring JPAM as the TDA flag bearer.
Now aren’t we back to square one? We seemed to have made three steps forward and five backwards. Will the old, lazy,mellow, fuzzy dog ever share the same plate with the wide-eyed handicapped cat again?