Your name is mud. Mockery dogs your every footstep, thanks to your (surely temporary?) poor standing upon the world's great stage. Your own subjects prove no less cruel than your rivals. Throughout your capital, printed pamphlets are furtively pressed into the hands of passers-bys. Depicted within them is a crude drawing of a drooling fool, wearing their clothes backwards and holding a weapon upside down. Beneath is written your own name. How best to respond to this insult?
Root out the 'artists' responsible. The interrogations will impact workplace efficiency, but restore order through fear.
Embark on a lavish tour of your lands, during which you will playfully impersonate the foolish caricature.
Distract your people from your ignominy with a speech promising better days, and a gift of food to every home.