In 1965 a director of the Real Republikans club (Ghana) was called Isaac Newton.
[sits back and waits to admire Mark's pun frenzy]
Is there a word for a "delayed frenzy"?
Just a theory, but there must have been a motion to elect him, which would have required some inertia, and steadily built up momentum as time went by.
However, it seems, on reflection, that it was a mistake to appoint this cunning man. The gravity of the situation became clear when one of the board of directors was heard to utter forcefully to another, opposite him, "Can Isaac him?", to which there was an equally forceful reaction to the affirmative, to a round of apple-ause from the rest of the board.
Eventually, they had "got freed" of this calculating man, and put a more rational man called Will at the helm, whose first decree was that Choco Leibniz biscuits would be the biscuits of choice at future board meetings.