The Commune of Johannesburg
"Slaves!"
The president cried, to roars of disdain; the throngs of people - a relative sea - had flooded into the square mere hours after the speech had been prepared. Lesotho had fallen the day before, trampled underfoot of a surprise advance in Commune militarism. Now they had come, waving the banners of the South African nation to celebrate the triumph;
"Slaves to government! They obey! Needlessly shambling through existence! The chains offered sanctuary and safety, yet they still carried the brand of their master's contempt."
Cheering, amidst the masses.
"I do not offer safety! I do not entertain sanctuary! I offer will! I offer choice! I offer freedom!"
The President boomed his voice across the square, allowing for a temporary stillness, to his mind; the masses remained, their voice singular, one; a booming bass to the orchestra of victory.
"No longer need we court the parasite, who would demand, take, and take! From Johannesburg to Cape Town, the shackles of government are broken! I offer you South Africa! I offer you the Commune! All you need do is have the will to take it!"
"The will to shape nations! The will to climb! The Ladder beckons! We are all climbing it! Do not content yourselves with the bottom rung or risk being trodden over."
"The face of this plague, I know, brings cause for concern,"
Murmured agreement. Solemnness, now; they all knew of the sickness. They all feared the sickness.
"The era of the individual is upon us! Yet we must take steps to counter this foul pox, before it scourges us from the face of the earth! This is the time for Man; his solutions! His innovations! Not for Government! Their stumbling bureaucracy, their inept flailing; their sick, ambling attempts to contain an illness when they are the only true plague!"
The roaring. It wrung deafening yet sweet; a cocktail of the senses. The president dared a smile;
"You shall have more than was promised! You shall see liberty!"
And with that he strode from the stage, into the rafters.
He had much to do.
Commune Actions
All industry outside of the locality of Johannesburg is sold off to private investors at a discounted rate; intended to encourage foreign capital to pour into the Commune.
A large series of state grants is offered to the man or industry that can devise some vaccination or cure for the rampart virus.
Every state service including gas, healthcare and transport are sold off in 'parcels' to separate companies; intended to encourage competition, the measures may well gradually develop into a monopoly.
Attempts to institute a sort of 'National Service' whereby each man over the age of eighteen is trained and drilled in order to form the army reserve is passed.
An envoy is sent to Ethiopia, inquiring as to the nation's intent and inviting their President on a state visit to Johannesburg to discuss the 'future of Africa'.
An envoy is sent to Great Britain, offering renewed Commonwealth alliances and trade agreements to better protect one another's positions, as well as encouraging British capitalists to invest in what the president promises to be a 'South African boom'.
Attempts are made to compile a list of symptoms of the illness, to be relayed to a central meeting of cabinet. Borders remain open, but sea ports are under heavy guard.
The President tours every major city giving talks and speeches; a national campaign is launched attempting to encourage militarism and nationalism, calling the assent of the Commune the 'second national awakening'.