[title]Wherefore Art Thou, @@LEADER@@?
[description] The latest controversy du jour arose when famed @@DEMONYM@@ artist Fabien Lurch was exposed for outsourcing the majority of the work for the sculpture you commissioned from him, relying on dozens of assistants to construct a towering statue in your likeness without ever considering crediting them for their efforts. In an impulsive attempt to bring this revelation to your attention, a dizzying array of artists and art critics have smashed their way into your office just as you were pouring yourself a nice cup of tea after a long day’s work.
[validity]Valid for all nations
[option]"You've got to save me from this rabble, @@LEADER@@!" implores Fabien Lurch, groveling at your feet in a pool of spilled tea and shattered fine china. "These ingrates don't realize that my vision permeates throughout the entire artistic process, from beginning to end! How else can these idiots form something as important as a tribute to you without my superior intellect to guide their hands? They should be grateful for the work I'm offering them, when so many other people around the world are going hungry without a job! Why don't we just forget about this whole fracas, and let this minor spat die down? I'll even give you one of my gorgeous Neo-@@DEMONYM@@ paintings for free if you leave true artists like me alone."
[effect]art experts claim to see the literal blood, sweat and tears of overworked assistants staining every tortured brushstroke.
[option]"On the contrary, we know full well how much work we’re doing; our work, I might add!" retorts Nemo Wright, the leader of a group of Lurch's erstwhile assistants. "This pompous oaf works us to the bone for next to no pay, and has the gall to brag that he's the only one who deserves any credit whatsoever! Lurch only cares about the bottom line, while we’re slaving away to pay rightful homage to our dear Leader! I'm not saying to get rid of our profession altogether, of course; just make sure we're treated fairly and given due credit for our hard work!"
[effect]the names of visionary entrepreneurs are lost to history as their inventions are credited solely to the workers who build them.
[option]"The plight of these poor little workers is tragic, but they unsurprisingly fail to grasp the bigger picture here," sighs Lucille B. Claus, one of @@NAME@@'s harshest and most patronizing art critics. "It's true that this shocking revelation has rightfully tarnished Lurch's reputation for good. But why should we continue this cycle of disingenuous pseudo-plagiarism by supporting the very people who help these disreputable 'artists', especially for a commission as esteemed as yours?"
Noticing the glares emanating from both Lurch and his former assistants, Claus leans towards your ear. "I say, do the right thing and ban outsourcing art projects altogether. You won't need to worry about protecting these redundant assistants, and you'll be forcing our artists to start producing genuine @@DEMONYM@@ artwork! Seems like a pretty obvious win-win to me."
[effect]desolate art galleries across the nation shut down as lazy @@DEMONYM@@ artists cannot be bothered to pick up their tools.