[Graffiti] Democracy: a Poisoned Chalice

[The King Of The Moon 7016]

[!] The scrawls of a nostalgic vagabond are found repeated across multiple alleys in the capital. Some a graffiti of ink and paint, others carved into stone and wood.
 

All bear the same rambling essay:

'The lion earns its mane not from sweet deception and false promises to his pride, but through might and blood. A lion earns its mane through strife and conquest; we men know the lion to be fierce not because he is born ferocious, but because through ferocity alone he survives.
 

The folly of our species in recent centuries would have meant extinction, were we lions. Yet - upon the backs of our forefathers' efforts - we, men, have survived the scourge of 'democracy'. We have endured this affront to nature itself, and it has left its mark upon us. Now, through immense effort, we must rebuild. We must rebuild, for treasonous politicians have led us astray.

Human monarchs, anointed to lead on God's temporal behalf emerge not only from victorious conquest, but as an organic manifestations of our race's blessing: ambition. The righteous desire to use our own years - so few in number compared with the other beings that populate our world - to achieve a better standing for ourselves, and to earn a brighter tomorrow for our children to outlive us. 

It is the fire of ambition that led Owyn to triumph over the dead, so that they would haunt his brethren no longer. Ambition was the concrete with which Guy held together a kingdom divided, in the hopes that man would never again consume itself. Ambition alone was John's tool with which all races were conquered beneath the heel of the last true empire of men.

 

With ambition, like the lion, the hundreds are guided to greatness and millions are emboldened to carve their names in the annals history, both in recognition and preservation of their contributions to our species. 

 

Without ambition and its bedfellows - war, competition, hunger - Horen's flock would have died in the old lands a hundred times over. We would be lost to the obscure chapters of memory along with the likes of pigmen, drow, and the last great dynasties of cat and ape folk. It is our greatest asset, and we must cherish it always.

Though natural to all men, the gift of ambition is still fallible. For when humanity recieved this gift so too did iblees afflict upon us another bane. Its brother: envy.

Envious men seek to claim the powers of a crown without a head strong enough to wear one. They lack the ability to lead, or to create, only to plunder what has been made before them and twist it to their will.

They squabble amongst themselves, caked in perfume and dress of faux finery. They supplant the nobles of yore - men with the ambition and sense to guide their peers - with celebrities and bards, who care for naught but the adoration of the simple minded. 

Woe to the 'enfranchised', drunk on dreams of unneeded and unearned liberty that they stumble out of reality altogether. Their stupor leads them through the ages toward anarchy, and in turn a new slavery. Drowned by a burst dam of ideas which hold no water. They handover their countries willingly, not to the stock of emperors, kings nor princes, but to orators, self-proclaimed academics and actors.

Shame upon the 'politicians' of the last Imperial Age. Powdered men in tights that. A band of childish, useless and ultimately weak minded egotists that drove Orenia into one crises after another that culminated in the Aster Revolution. These wretched folk, who bloated the aristocracy, crippled the military spirit of Owyn and perhaps irreparably undid the unification of the Haeseni, Rhoswenii and heartlander cultures with their own sickliness. Their names bust be forgotten, their propaganda burned from every library. Yet their crimes must not be forgiven, lest history repeat itself.

 

Without the natural order anointed by God - monarchy, and its clerical cousins - there can be only chaos.

Lord above, let mankind be governed only by he who is worthy to rule, and his delegates. For nations rise from might and ambition, and are doomed to fail once the mob is led astray. No country is 'voted' into existence. 

Lord above, protect us from democrats. For their lust for unearned power, their craven obsession with mass praise and the wanton degeneracy and decadence of their past courts serves Iblees alone. 

Preserve the Crown and we preserve Mankind.

-Bogdan Bani.'
 

[satin 7600]

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