“Here is the draft for your conference, sir.” The Secretary of State, Newman Kree, placed the prepared speech in front of President Einzschafen, who maintained his signature smirk with a mouth full of cigarette smoke.
He puffed out the smoke from his mouth, irritating Newman.
“Ah…well isn’t this embarrassing.” President Einzschafen put out the lit cigarette with the speech paper, leaving a dark seer in the center of the document. “Looks like Emmanuel is having you all craft an image of myself that I have no image of sharing.”
“Sir…” Newman’s eyes squinted in irritation as he held back the urge to spit in the man’s face, “As of 4023, your popularity with the public has seen a gradual, yet noticeable decline. The situation is dire. If you aren’t prepared to take your position seriously, then there won’t be any hope for a reelection.”
President Einzschafen let out a hearty laugh befitting an old man. “Newman, you’ve always been such a straight-laced kid. You attended a private school during your youth, excelled in every subject from math to history to physical education. At the age of 16, you graduated highschool and attended Paultzer University in Hayers county, the best university in the country. Everything about you is impressive.”
“Thank you, President.”
“And yet…” President Einzschafen picked up the speech with his right hand and expelled a wave of spirituality from his palm, tearing the flimsy paper asunder. “You’re such an idiot!”
“...” Newman kept his mouth shut.
President Einzschafen got up from his seat and walked towards the exit of his personal office, straightening his tie out of habit. Just before leaving, he left Newman with another message. “All of you are far too typical. Typical answers given by typical people are worthless in my vision. It’s a bad vision!” President Einzschafen pulled out his reading glasses from his pocket and waved them around the air.
Newman couldn’t help but cringe at the terrible joke. “That was…quite the joke.”
“Ha!” With another hearty laugh, President Einzschafen took the opportunity to shift the conversation. “Those terrorists gave me three demands, yes? The government’s authority, right above the common man, and an audience with the Committee of Criminal Rights? Those are the demands of one who does not seek to reform society, but a rat who undermines it!”
___
The clock stood at an ominous 4:59 PM. The number “5” was a common premonition of misfortune amongst many religions across the People’s Republic of Sani. It was so unanimously known and feared that even the secularists of the nation gained an instinctual fear of the number. On this day, a day of judgment and declaration, who’s shoulders will bear the weight of misfortune? The answer remained unclear, yet President Einzschafen knew that fate was in his favor.
“Greetings, People of Sani.”
Lights flashed as the countless reporters in the conference room took photos of the lackadaisical President. Gossip erupted among them.
“Hey…where is his address? He doesn’t have any script!”
“The clown of the W.F. isn’t even trying to be serious.”
“Shush, he’s going to talk!”
President Einzschafen continued his speech. “Today, a would-be philosopher has taken over the Tristan Bank in Mathers City, taking 11 people hostage at the cost of my “answer.” A foolish game that only a child could conjure.”
“As for my first response regarding the government’s authority to kill, it is rather simple. It is because violence is the very basis of society. From the dawn of Demi-Human society, peace has always been extracted from the threat of violence. As such, it is our responsibility to wield such violence with impunity!”
For a moment, the crowd stood in awe and terror. The media agents and corporate officials present at the conference had sweat running down their faces as the President gave such a controversial response.
Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen! What happened to the script we gave him?! A media agent whispered
Newman said he tore it apart! That idiot is going to cost us millions!
“As for my second response....what right does the government have above the common man, you ask? A foolish question! It is because the government is the collective voice of society! The people vote for their leaders, and it is our job as leaders to lead the huddled masses towards a brighter future! This isn’t about right versus wrong, it’s about being for, or against the system! So know your place, you daft ape!”
Across the nation, President Einzschafen’s speech was met with mixed reactions. Many believed that his unprofessional language and obvious ad-libbing gave him a level of sincerity that most politicians didn’t possess. Others believed that his lack of professionalism and provocation would instigate the terrorist, potentially endangering the lives of the hostages.
President Einzschafen had no interest in appealing to the rational masses. His speech spoke directly to the extremists and disenfranchised of the nation; those who sought an authoritative figure would set the record straight - tell them right from wrong. The Tristan Bank incident was nothing but a political maneuver - controlled chaos, if you will.
As President Einzschafen reached the crescendo of his address, he loosened his tie, his voice resonating with a weighty authority that seemed to fill the room.
"In the wake of the Great War of Heaven and Earth," he intoned, his words carrying the weight of history, "our revered First President, Yval Un Wysteria, joined hands with King Gordou of the Unified Western Continent to birth the People’s Republic of Sani—a beacon of progress and eternal peace."
Yet, as he continued, a somber note crept into his tone. "But alas, we find ourselves in an era where bloodshed is trivialized, and corruption has woven itself into the fabric of our society. Who, then, bears responsibility for this shithole society?"
"Is it the enforcers of law and order? The purveyors of information? Could it be I, your elected leader?" President Einzschafen's voice echoed through the room, each word heavy with accusation. "Or perhaps, my dear citizens, the blame lies with each and every one of us, passively observing from our homes as I stand here before you."
A hush fell over the assembly, reporters bowing their heads in collective shame. Many owed their positions not to merit, but to nepotism and cronyism. Others had thrived through illicit dealings and unethical compromises. President Einzschafen's pointed question laid bare the collective guilt of the nation, exposing the rot that had infiltrated every level of society.
The police, the media, the President, and even one’s fellow man - we were all complacent, and thus, all guilty of the same crime.
“IT IS TIME TO ACCEPT REALITY! NOT ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL! THOSE WHO REJECT THE OFFERS OF SOCIETY AND HUMAN LIFE CANNOT LIVE AMONGST THE MASSES!”
Emmanuel Wells's phone rang insistently, the caller ID flashing a familiar number. His voice trembled as he answered, addressing the Media Manager on the other end. "D-Damn it, Wells! Stop the broadcast! What Einzschafen is saying goes way beyond radical! He'll isolate his baseline!"
But Wells brushed off the urgent warnings of the K Corp representative, a significant shareholder. "You really are a damned fool. Don't you see our ratings? These are some of the highest numbers we've seen in years."
"Isn't it obvious by now, old man? The President has crafted the perfect image of a 'hero' for the public. People will always gravitate towards extremes in a time of crisis."
“...” The K Corp representative had nothing more to say. When Emmanuel Wells smelled a good story, it was impossible to stop him.
At his regal podium, President Einzschafen’s tone boomed with anger that gave off the divine aura of a king. "Etch this message into your very being - your very souls," The President demanded, his tone unwavering, "I am President Dwayne Wilhelm Einzschafen, the 234th President of the People's Republic of Sani! As the representative of the glorious empire, I shall hereby declare a war on terror! Anyone who opposes order shall now tremble in terror before the law in fear and subjugation."
The crowd before him erupted into a symphony of cheers and applause, their adulation washing over him like a tidal wave of affirmation. Each word he spoke seemed to invigorate them further, their fervor growing with every syllable.
In that moment, President Einzschafen stood as a beacon of strength and resolve, his proclamation igniting a fire within the hearts of his people. With their unwavering loyalty behind him, he knew that no challenge would be insurmountable, no obstacle too daunting.
As the applause subsided, President Einzschafen gazed out at the sea of faces before him, a sense of purpose burning brightly in his eyes. The war on terror had begun, and he would lead his nation to victory, no matter the cost.
“Here is the draft for your conference, sir.” The Secretary of State, Newman Kree, placed the prepared speech in front of President Einzschafen, who maintained his signature smirk with a mouth full of cigarette smoke.
He puffed out the smoke from his mouth, irritating Newman.
“Ah…well isn’t this embarrassing.” President Einzschafen put out the lit cigarette with the speech paper, leaving a dark seer in the center of the document. “Looks like Emmanuel is having you all craft an image of myself that I have no image of sharing.”
“Sir…” Newman’s eyes squinted in irritation as he held back the urge to spit in the man’s face, “As of 4023, your popularity with the public has seen a gradual, yet noticeable decline. The situation is dire. If you aren’t prepared to take your position seriously, then there won’t be any hope for a reelection.”
President Einzschafen let out a hearty laugh befitting an old man. “Newman, you’ve always been such a straight-laced kid. You attended a private school during your youth, excelled in every subject from math to history to physical education. At the age of 16, you graduated highschool and attended Paultzer University in Hayers county, the best university in the country. Everything about you is impressive.”
“Thank you, President.”
“And yet…” President Einzschafen picked up the speech with his right hand and expelled a wave of spirituality from his palm, tearing the flimsy paper asunder. “You’re such an idiot!”
“...” Newman kept his mouth shut.
President Einzschafen got up from his seat and walked towards the exit of his personal office, straightening his tie out of habit. Just before leaving, he left Newman with another message. “All of you are far too typical. Typical answers given by typical people are worthless in my vision. It’s a bad vision!” President Einzschafen pulled out his reading glasses from his pocket and waved them around the air.
Newman couldn’t help but cringe at the terrible joke. “That was…quite the joke.”
“Ha!” With another hearty laugh, President Einzschafen took the opportunity to shift the conversation. “Those terrorists gave me three demands, yes? The government’s authority, right above the common man, and an audience with the Committee of Criminal Rights? Those are the demands of one who does not seek to reform society, but a rat who undermines it!”
___
The clock stood at an ominous 4:59 PM. The number “5” was a common premonition of misfortune amongst many religions across the People’s Republic of Sani. It was so unanimously known and feared that even the secularists of the nation gained an instinctual fear of the number. On this day, a day of judgment and declaration, who’s shoulders will bear the weight of misfortune? The answer remained unclear, yet President Einzschafen knew that fate was in his favor.
“Greetings, People of Sani.”
Lights flashed as the countless reporters in the conference room took photos of the lackadaisical President. Gossip erupted among them.
“Hey…where is his address? He doesn’t have any script!”
“The clown of the W.F. isn’t even trying to be serious.”
“Shush, he’s going to talk!”
President Einzschafen continued his speech. “Today, a would-be philosopher has taken over the Tristan Bank in Mathers City, taking 11 people hostage at the cost of my “answer.” A foolish game that only a child could conjure.”
“As for my first response regarding the government’s authority to kill, it is rather simple. It is because violence is the very basis of society. From the dawn of Demi-Human society, peace has always been extracted from the threat of violence. As such, it is our responsibility to wield such violence with impunity!”
For a moment, the crowd stood in awe and terror. The media agents and corporate officials present at the conference had sweat running down their faces as the President gave such a controversial response.
Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen! What happened to the script we gave him?! A media agent whispered
Newman said he tore it apart! That idiot is going to cost us millions!
“As for my second response....what right does the government have above the common man, you ask? A foolish question! It is because the government is the collective voice of society! The people vote for their leaders, and it is our job as leaders to lead the huddled masses towards a brighter future! This isn’t about right versus wrong, it’s about being for, or against the system! So know your place, you daft ape!”
Across the nation, President Einzschafen’s speech was met with mixed reactions. Many believed that his unprofessional language and obvious ad-libbing gave him a level of sincerity that most politicians didn’t possess. Others believed that his lack of professionalism and provocation would instigate the terrorist, potentially endangering the lives of the hostages.
President Einzschafen had no interest in appealing to the rational masses. His speech spoke directly to the extremists and disenfranchised of the nation; those who sought an authoritative figure would set the record straight - tell them right from wrong. The Tristan Bank incident was nothing but a political maneuver - controlled chaos, if you will.
As President Einzschafen reached the crescendo of his address, he loosened his tie, his voice resonating with a weighty authority that seemed to fill the room.
"In the wake of the Great War of Heaven and Earth," he intoned, his words carrying the weight of history, "our revered First President, Yval Un Wysteria, joined hands with King Gordou of the Unified Western Continent to birth the People’s Republic of Sani—a beacon of progress and eternal peace."
Yet, as he continued, a somber note crept into his tone. "But alas, we find ourselves in an era where bloodshed is trivialized, and corruption has woven itself into the fabric of our society. Who, then, bears responsibility for this shithole society?"
"Is it the enforcers of law and order? The purveyors of information? Could it be I, your elected leader?" President Einzschafen's voice echoed through the room, each word heavy with accusation. "Or perhaps, my dear citizens, the blame lies with each and every one of us, passively observing from our homes as I stand here before you."
A hush fell over the assembly, reporters bowing their heads in collective shame. Many owed their positions not to merit, but to nepotism and cronyism. Others had thrived through illicit dealings and unethical compromises. President Einzschafen's pointed question laid bare the collective guilt of the nation, exposing the rot that had infiltrated every level of society.
The police, the media, the President, and even one’s fellow man - we were all complacent, and thus, all guilty of the same crime.
“IT IS TIME TO ACCEPT REALITY! NOT ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL! THOSE WHO REJECT THE OFFERS OF SOCIETY AND HUMAN LIFE CANNOT LIVE AMONGST THE MASSES!”
Emmanuel Wells's phone rang insistently, the caller ID flashing a familiar number. His voice trembled as he answered, addressing the Media Manager on the other end. "D-Damn it, Wells! Stop the broadcast! What Einzschafen is saying goes way beyond radical! He'll isolate his baseline!"
But Wells brushed off the urgent warnings of the K Corp representative, a significant shareholder. "You really are a damned fool. Don't you see our ratings? These are some of the highest numbers we've seen in years."
"Isn't it obvious by now, old man? The President has crafted the perfect image of a 'hero' for the public. People will always gravitate towards extremes in a time of crisis."
“...” The K Corp representative had nothing more to say. When Emmanuel Wells smelled a good story, it was impossible to stop him.
At his regal podium, President Einzschafen’s tone boomed with anger that gave off the divine aura of a king. "Etch this message into your very being - your very souls," The President demanded, his tone unwavering, "I am President Dwayne Wilhelm Einzschafen, the 234th President of the People's Republic of Sani! As the representative of the glorious empire, I shall hereby declare a war on terror! Anyone who opposes order shall now tremble in terror before the law in fear and subjugation."
The crowd before him erupted into a symphony of cheers and applause, their adulation washing over him like a tidal wave of affirmation. Each word he spoke seemed to invigorate them further, their fervor growing with every syllable.
In that moment, President Einzschafen stood as a beacon of strength and resolve, his proclamation igniting a fire within the hearts of his people. With their unwavering loyalty behind him, he knew that no challenge would be insurmountable, no obstacle too daunting.
As the applause subsided, President Einzschafen gazed out at the sea of faces before him, a sense of purpose burning brightly in his eyes. The war on terror had begun, and he would lead his nation to victory, no matter the cost.
