.:XVIII:.
End times, end times! Stock up on food and drinks- and run and hide. (Is it the thunder or the trumps of doom that I can hear from here?) Let us all relinquish all, and bow, and genuflect, and cry before the Genius. One thing remains unclear though - what is this fetishist idea with diamond collars? Should we already pledge our loyalty to you, o Greatest of ALL Ministers on Earth, and strip nude for your pleasure? Should our women dance exotic dances for You, while our men attend to Your divine feet and stomach?
Ah, how decadent! My due congratulations, Britain, for finally electing a worthy Minister. Oh, but wait- we do not elect them, do we? How fun. On the threshold of the next Millennium, Wizarding Britain still lives in an autocratic world, hurrah!
But shh, silence! Is it the forthcoming of a Shingletonian Reich that I hear nearing? Should I be getting food tickets for my family already?
[Private to Self]
Re-emerging from my absinth haze, (on that note, I want her right now--), I come to hear of, WHAT? An attempt at a dictatorial rule.
The Herrenvolk shall rise. And all the blood- spilled; and tears- weeped, flooding the gates of the world. I can hear it from here. I can hear it from the inside. The distant echo of what's to come. My wand and sword - one to one, again: slashing the flesh and slicing the scalps.
My room shall be re-decorated soon with their shining skin.
[/Private to Self]
[Private to All with Anti-Ministerial Sentiments]
This cannot be allowed. We are not a herd of sheep to let the Ministry pass such draconian laws. A little more, and we shall have another power-hungry Wizard with an access to all.
I propose that all worthy Wizards be given power to elect the government.
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Ah, how decadent! My due congratulations, Britain, for finally electing a worthy Minister. Oh, but wait- we do not elect them, do we? How fun. On the threshold of the next Millennium, Wizarding Britain still lives in an autocratic world, hurrah!
But shh, silence! Is it the forthcoming of a Shingletonian Reich that I hear nearing? Should I be getting food tickets for my family already?
[Private to Self]
Re-emerging from my absinth haze, (on that note, I want her right now--), I come to hear of, WHAT? An attempt at a dictatorial rule.
The Herrenvolk shall rise. And all the blood- spilled; and tears- weeped, flooding the gates of the world. I can hear it from here. I can hear it from the inside. The distant echo of what's to come. My wand and sword - one to one, again: slashing the flesh and slicing the scalps.
My room shall be re-decorated soon with their shining skin.
[/Private to Self]
[Private to All with Anti-Ministerial Sentiments]
This cannot be allowed. We are not a herd of sheep to let the Ministry pass such draconian laws. A little more, and we shall have another power-hungry Wizard with an access to all.
I propose that all worthy Wizards be given power to elect the government.
[/End]