"I am warning you people, if you vote for Sir Little, he will do more damage than Harold II has ever done to our morals in 15 years!"
A huge cheer erupted from the Royalist crowd at the Great Debate in Sanguinia Major, held in a gigantic and fanciful room of Ivory and Gold, the cheers of the conservatives reaching a fever pitch, until the Middleman calmed the crowd and told Forrest Breckenridge, General of the Militia and a Imperial candidate, to conclude his speech.
"Of course, sir. As Emperor, I will bring back the old ideas that founded this nation, of freedom, morality, and justice, for all citizens of Sanguinia, all of us, Colonists, and Natives, are united in this journey. Thank you." Forrest said with a bow, and sit down on his chair.
"Very interesting, Sir Breckindrige. Now, we have John Little, Baron of Lonely Exile, and his speech." The Middleman said to the two candidates, while pointing to the purple haired eccentric, dressed in a white tuxedo and a Liliac in his lapel.
"Thank you, Sir. As you all know, my name is John Little Vangelis IX, Baron of Lonely Exile, and CEO of the Little Dress Company, the biggest Sanguinian fashion company and a major contributor to our economy. I am running on the Social Democracy ticket, and in Social Democracy fashion, I am here to save Sanguinia from bigotry and right wing politics, and Forrest will do the opposite. As you know, he is a old fossil of 79, and his ideas of 'morality' are more fit for our days of slavery! He will re enslave the natives, and ban our vibrant trans* culture that old white men hate. In 1982, he has murdered 5 children and..."
"Untrue! I was tried for that and found not guilty!" Forrest objected indignantly.
"You may not feel guilty about it, but you did it." John Little affirmed with a arrogant air, and continued. "He interrupted the peaceful protesters, and delayed social progress until 1987, when a over due confirmation of rights were given to the natives."
"Question, Sir Little, if you care so much about the natives, then why are you not doing anything in your jurisdiction to stop their children from being kidnapped by illegal slavers?" Forrest asked.
"Do you have any proof?" Little asked.
"Here, I have these documents proving you have not attempted to arrest illegal slavers in Lonely Exile, and you instead funded parties and your fashion company."
"Well........ The instances of slavery on Lonely Exile are very sparse and very little...."
"No people at all should be enslaved, Little. I rest my arguments and give Sir Little his peace." Forrest said, sitting back down, and grinning.
"..Aaanyway. As Emperor, I will give more rights to LGBT people, eliminate racism, and let in more colored refugees to our shores. I will also repeal the ban on feminism and make Sanguinia a happier, safer place. Thank you."
The social democrats in the crowd, mostly young colonists in college, cheered for their candidate. The Election seemed close, and everyone expected Forrest to win.
"With a total of 8 million votes cast......"
Millions of Sanguinians were tuned into their televisions, and teeth were chattering as the announcer said very slowly:
"The Winning party is Social Democracy, and John Little Vangelis, Baron of Lonely Exile, is now Emperor John Little Vangelis of Sanguinia, Baron of Lonely Exile, Protector of New Moscow and Inspired Leader of the Colonists! God Bless his Majesty, and have a great day!"
Promptly, Social Democrats rejoiced everywhere, and royalists cried. Forrest however, was convinced something was wrong.
"I am 100% sure that the Social Democrats rigged the election." Forrest said angrily, while drinking a glass of scotch.
"I did not come here to hear your whining and conspiracy theories, General. I came here for so called 'Urgent business.'" Samte Gabstroß, the Lord Paramount of the Senate, said in a bored tone. "It is known that I have a dislike for you, if I may dumb that down."
"I have proof, Gabstroß. Nobody here would vote for that fruitbowl, not even you. Kid is 27, and has no experience in politics, and all he does is talk about 'erasing' things."
"I have no time for this, old man. I'm lea-" Samte tried to say, until his phone rang. "Yes?"
He then turned around, and sat back down.
"I believe you, Forrest. There is no more senate." Samte mused. "No senate? That means no freedom for Sanguinia...."
"I have to say, I told you so. The Empire is dying, Gabstroß. It's no longer a unique part of Sanguinia, its a run of the mill tyranny now. As we speak, this commie is confiscating factories from hard working Sanguinian men, and letting them womenfolk do what they want. Hell, I was walking to the store to get some tea, and some woman wearing some Welcome to Night Vale bullshit shirt called me a cis scum or something. I don't know what that means, but I bet its rude. I bet the woman was not even married, and if she is, I pity her husband, god help him."
"I agree with you for once, Breckindrige. I was mobbed by college age teenagers, asking me for my autograph and telling me I am a social justice warrior. None of them were natives. Disgraceful."
"I have a idea. Listen here, Samte...."
The newly crowned Emperor of Sanguinia, and his wife enter the extravagant palace.
"I don't want to be here, please l-let me go...." Little's wife, Summer Solstice said. She was a small, but beautiful woman of about 17, with porcelain white skin and glassy blue eyes, and with a scared look to her face. She is a fashion model for the Little Dress Company and won many prizes at fashion shows, but is feeble minded, and cant think well.
"It's not a bad thing, baby. Look at all this, it's mine now, to do what I wish with it. I can take you around the world and show you the best parts!"
"That does not sound like fun, Little King John! Leave me alone...." Summer said, running away a short distance, then stopping.
"Forget you, then. Don't move, I'm gonna make laws and shit." Emperor John said angrily, throwing a pebble at his wife and leaving.
The Emperor walks into the throne room with short steps, and sits down. The new Emperor thinks about his new found wealth and power, 12,000 islands, the diamond mines, and a state of the art fleet of fighter jets. He could attack Karenytenia for kicks, or throw a huge party, and not invite those stupid poor people, or just kick back. This was going to go smoothly.