Isekai thread / Исекай тред №170

The fatal flaw in all of the arguments, of course, was that even if the treaty was awful it didn't mean that starting a suicidal war was a good idea. In all honesty, I was doing the country a service by scooping up the voters who couldn't figure out that kind of thing and keeping them from voting for some bloodthirsty maniac.

With the ground thus prepared, I would come to town on the appointed date along with another team tasked with passing out flyers and brochures describing our party platform. Once a crowd gathered-or it became embarrassingly obvious that no crowd would be gathering-I would launch into what was becoming a reasonably well honed stump speech.

Of course, I always began with a discussion of the main issue of the day.

"The Treaty of Triano is a disgrace!"

I often brought a copy of the treaty with me. Depending on the venue I could set it on fire, tear it to pieces, or do something more creative.

I would then segue into a discussion of our domestic policies. People would remember the fire and bombast, but talking about meat and potatoes issues helped keep up the facade that I was some kind of serious politician.

"The duty of our government is to look out for the common man. If a good Germanian can't find work through no fault of his own, can we simply turn our back and let him die in the street?"

I usually found time to work in some discussion my pet issues.

"The fiscal policies of the current government are the height of foolishness. If this keeps up we will be using bank notes for wallpaper!"

And, of course, I had a unifying theme.

"What do we see when we dare to peer behind the curtain? Every time, the grasping hand of the Francois Republic! They are a dying nation. They can't keep up with the modern world. So they swindle, they deceive, and they enlist the aid of other countries to press us down and steal the fruit of our labors!"

The overall results could most fairly be described as mediocre. I certainly wasn't filling stadiums with cheering crowds. That said, I was out there every day speaking to groups that usually numbered at least twenty people, and most of them cheered when I delivered my applause lines. How many of those people would remember me a month later? I couldn't say.

The lack of proper opinion polling was frustrating. Any employee prefers to work in an environment where they can measure the results of their efforts. At least in the military I could compare my results against mission objectives, although that started to get a little depressing by the end. Doing campaign appearances without any kind of voting afterward just left things in limbo.

The most satisfying rallies were actually the ones where the communists tried to disrupt us. Weiss and the rest had gotten the hang of using commercial orbs for physical enhancements, so they were able to work with some of our burlier volunteers to make quick work of the "red army." If there's anything more satisfying than punching communists in the face it's delegating the work to somebody else so that you can watch them be punched in the face more efficiently.