DAY I: "CAREER CRIMINALS ENGAGED IN CRIMINALITY, ON YOUR TAX DOLLAR"
TWO DAYS BEFORE THE PRESIDENTIAL/LEGISLATIVE ELECTIONS BEGIN AND POLLING STATIONS OPEN
"And so it is done, Mr. President."
It was only seven o'clock in the morning but already inside the Office of the President was the President and some of his closest confidants planning. Jean-Paul Dubois took the folder from the President that held Presidential Order No. 149, the Extraordinary Action to Preserve Electoral Integrity, and Dubois moved to sit down in one of the mustard-yellow chair across from the same mustard-yellow couch that the President himself was seated in. The couches contrasted greatly against the deep navy blue carpet of the office, between the seating arrangement emblazoned into the carpet was the Seal of the President of the Castillian Federation. Dubois, Counselor to the President, motioned for another senior aide, Antoine Dupont, to peek out the mustard-yellow drapes behind the executive desk and look out on the street just over 100 meters across the rear lawn of Manoir du Montbatten, the seat of the President. Dupont, the Presidential Staff Secretary, peered out and looked upon the Avenue de Fontaine Dorée, which was quiet with only Federal Gendarmes patrolling about as usual.
"Tomorrow morning it'll be packed with them," Dupont said as he moved to the other chair opposite of the President and sat down. "I've made the necessary arrangements with the Chief des Gendarmerie to get barricades up before noon."
The Institutional Revolutionary Party had capitalized on the ongoing market uncertainty and had a clear majority in all the major polling; Hershey was poised to lose the Presidential election and his Labour party projected to lose seats in the double-digits in the Federal Senate, an incredibly untenable position for the future of the Labour Party and for moderate politics in Castillia. That intolerable shrew of a woman leading the PRI was due to fundamentally reform Castillian democracy and more importantly, strip Hershey of his power he had become accustomed to as the President of the Castillian Federation. Being the chief executive of Castillia is a position he had aspired to be in for decades now, having been Minister of Aviation during the national socialist regime and then Vice-President to the fourth President John S. Faring before assuming the presidency after his tragic murder in Beziers no more than eight months ago.
"And what about the deal with the wiretaps?" Hershey asked, leaning in towards Dubois, looking at him intently. A tactic he had learned from the former leader J. Oswald Vaughn, he closed in on Dubois' personal space in order to let Dubois know that he was not in a position to give any half-truths.
"We're back to squa—in the, the problem being," Dubois stammered for a moment. He knew that the President was not happy in the slightest about the impending electoral peril and Dubois himself was skeptical of the plan to obstruct voting in a majority of swing provinces among the constituent republics. "The problem is that the Federal Security Service suspects already that the campaign arm has been spying on the PRI offices, and Leclerc isn't too terribly concerned about 'serving at the pleasure of the president' I'm afraid."
Hershey shifted back into the couch and paused for a moment. "He's ambitious," he stated after giving a sigh. "There's not doubt about that." Referring to Martin Leclerc, the acting director of the Federal Security Service, who was very adamant about having Hershey nominate him to officially become the director. There had been numerous meetings over the past several months since Leclerc's predecessor John-Paul Moreau's resignation between Leclerc and the President, and at each one Leclerc assured the President that he was fully capable at handling the SSF. After Hershey finally flat out told Leclerc no, it wasn't going to happen, Leclerc had seemed very withdrawn from interacting with the President and then SSF agents began appearing around the grounds of Manoir du Montbatten.
Hershey knew Leclerc was an enemy, however he couldn't risk dismissing him at the current time given his struggling position in the elections. He knew that he would have to win the election in order to retain power, and to do so he'd have to play dirty. He also knew Leclerc was likely looking into the President's actions due to being personally snubbed, and when politics mixes with broad law enforcement power, it is often a recipe for disaster for one party or another, in this case Hershey was certain that things were beginning to crumble. Personally, his confidence was waning and unknown to even some of his closest aides, he was already looking for escape plans. Should things go unexpectedly, Hershey had already arranged with his intelligence chief Pat Girard to have him moved out of the country and into somewhere where he could lie low for awhile.
"If we can win the election, we can begin the necessary steps to retain control of the country," Hershey replied. "Have Pat Girard call Leclerc and just say "stay the hell out of this, this is business we don't want you to go any further on" and have him say that there's serious national security implications regarding it."
The President stood up from the couch and walked towards his desk. "No doubt that Leclerc is wanting to look further into those bugs." Dubois shifted towards the President, and looked over the executive order. "There is no need to worry about Leclerc or the SSF; this is all under control. The Gendarmes will be out in full force at every polling station and Deputy Attorney General Véran has promised to keep little boy Mikey on ice if he decides to not comply with your order."
"That's reassuring, and I'm glad the Gendarmerie is going to play ball as well, but I'm still not convinced that this is going to work the ballots in our favor," Hershey responded, continuing to press his aides about their supposedly foolproof plans. As the sun crept closer into the room through the cracks in the drapes, the President and his aides continued to plot and connive to steal the election. From a hotel room across the thoroughfare from Manoir du Montbatten, SSF agents intently listened to the conversation at hand. One continued to play back a specific line "have Pat Girard call Leclerc and just say "stay the hell out of this, this is business we don't want you to go any further on." Rewind, listen. Rewind, listen. Rewind... Listen. When Hershey had uttered those words, all four looked at each other in awe; they had caught the President on recording attempting to obstruct justice. The agents, commissioned directly by Leclerc, had set up a by-warrant wiretap in the Office of the President while the President's Commission pour la Réélection du Président, often mocked by the acronym CREEP, had been wiretapping Marlène Backès' campaign and the PRI headquarters. Months of tape revealed some irreverent dealings among Hershey's camp, definitely some illegal criminal activities by the President's staff, but nothing of this magnitude until now, and nothing that implicated the President directly.
A ringing cell phone woke up Leclerc, who had racked out in his office due to his ongoing investigation into the President. He looked to whom was calling; it was the deputy SSF director, Nicolas Leroux, whom Leclerc had personally tasked with heading the investigation into Hershey and CREEP. Leroux, who was had been a senior government functionary all of his life and previously served in the national socialist SS, was regarded as one of the most staunchly loyal agents in the service, driven only to serve at this point the Castillian Constitution and an ideology for the first time he actually believed in; democracy. Leclerc was skeptical of whom in the service he could trust, but if there was one person he could, it was Leroux.
"Sir, the Hôtel Le Ciel Bleu surveillance team just got something big," Leroux calmly informed his boss over the phone.
"Well how big?" Leclerc replied, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"Sir, it's exactly what we've been looking for," Leroux exclaimed, giving a sly grin as he kicked his feet up on his desk and sipped his cup of coffee.
It was only seven o'clock in the morning but already inside the Office of the President was the President and some of his closest confidants planning. Jean-Paul Dubois took the folder from the President that held Presidential Order No. 149, the Extraordinary Action to Preserve Electoral Integrity, and Dubois moved to sit down in one of the mustard-yellow chair across from the same mustard-yellow couch that the President himself was seated in. The couches contrasted greatly against the deep navy blue carpet of the office, between the seating arrangement emblazoned into the carpet was the Seal of the President of the Castillian Federation. Dubois, Counselor to the President, motioned for another senior aide, Antoine Dupont, to peek out the mustard-yellow drapes behind the executive desk and look out on the street just over 100 meters across the rear lawn of Manoir du Montbatten, the seat of the President. Dupont, the Presidential Staff Secretary, peered out and looked upon the Avenue de Fontaine Dorée, which was quiet with only Federal Gendarmes patrolling about as usual.
"Tomorrow morning it'll be packed with them," Dupont said as he moved to the other chair opposite of the President and sat down. "I've made the necessary arrangements with the Chief des Gendarmerie to get barricades up before noon."
The Institutional Revolutionary Party had capitalized on the ongoing market uncertainty and had a clear majority in all the major polling; Hershey was poised to lose the Presidential election and his Labour party projected to lose seats in the double-digits in the Federal Senate, an incredibly untenable position for the future of the Labour Party and for moderate politics in Castillia. That intolerable shrew of a woman leading the PRI was due to fundamentally reform Castillian democracy and more importantly, strip Hershey of his power he had become accustomed to as the President of the Castillian Federation. Being the chief executive of Castillia is a position he had aspired to be in for decades now, having been Minister of Aviation during the national socialist regime and then Vice-President to the fourth President John S. Faring before assuming the presidency after his tragic murder in Beziers no more than eight months ago.
"And what about the deal with the wiretaps?" Hershey asked, leaning in towards Dubois, looking at him intently. A tactic he had learned from the former leader J. Oswald Vaughn, he closed in on Dubois' personal space in order to let Dubois know that he was not in a position to give any half-truths.
"We're back to squa—in the, the problem being," Dubois stammered for a moment. He knew that the President was not happy in the slightest about the impending electoral peril and Dubois himself was skeptical of the plan to obstruct voting in a majority of swing provinces among the constituent republics. "The problem is that the Federal Security Service suspects already that the campaign arm has been spying on the PRI offices, and Leclerc isn't too terribly concerned about 'serving at the pleasure of the president' I'm afraid."
Hershey shifted back into the couch and paused for a moment. "He's ambitious," he stated after giving a sigh. "There's not doubt about that." Referring to Martin Leclerc, the acting director of the Federal Security Service, who was very adamant about having Hershey nominate him to officially become the director. There had been numerous meetings over the past several months since Leclerc's predecessor John-Paul Moreau's resignation between Leclerc and the President, and at each one Leclerc assured the President that he was fully capable at handling the SSF. After Hershey finally flat out told Leclerc no, it wasn't going to happen, Leclerc had seemed very withdrawn from interacting with the President and then SSF agents began appearing around the grounds of Manoir du Montbatten.
Hershey knew Leclerc was an enemy, however he couldn't risk dismissing him at the current time given his struggling position in the elections. He knew that he would have to win the election in order to retain power, and to do so he'd have to play dirty. He also knew Leclerc was likely looking into the President's actions due to being personally snubbed, and when politics mixes with broad law enforcement power, it is often a recipe for disaster for one party or another, in this case Hershey was certain that things were beginning to crumble. Personally, his confidence was waning and unknown to even some of his closest aides, he was already looking for escape plans. Should things go unexpectedly, Hershey had already arranged with his intelligence chief Pat Girard to have him moved out of the country and into somewhere where he could lie low for awhile.
"If we can win the election, we can begin the necessary steps to retain control of the country," Hershey replied. "Have Pat Girard call Leclerc and just say "stay the hell out of this, this is business we don't want you to go any further on" and have him say that there's serious national security implications regarding it."
The President stood up from the couch and walked towards his desk. "No doubt that Leclerc is wanting to look further into those bugs." Dubois shifted towards the President, and looked over the executive order. "There is no need to worry about Leclerc or the SSF; this is all under control. The Gendarmes will be out in full force at every polling station and Deputy Attorney General Véran has promised to keep little boy Mikey on ice if he decides to not comply with your order."
"That's reassuring, and I'm glad the Gendarmerie is going to play ball as well, but I'm still not convinced that this is going to work the ballots in our favor," Hershey responded, continuing to press his aides about their supposedly foolproof plans. As the sun crept closer into the room through the cracks in the drapes, the President and his aides continued to plot and connive to steal the election. From a hotel room across the thoroughfare from Manoir du Montbatten, SSF agents intently listened to the conversation at hand. One continued to play back a specific line "have Pat Girard call Leclerc and just say "stay the hell out of this, this is business we don't want you to go any further on." Rewind, listen. Rewind, listen. Rewind... Listen. When Hershey had uttered those words, all four looked at each other in awe; they had caught the President on recording attempting to obstruct justice. The agents, commissioned directly by Leclerc, had set up a by-warrant wiretap in the Office of the President while the President's Commission pour la Réélection du Président, often mocked by the acronym CREEP, had been wiretapping Marlène Backès' campaign and the PRI headquarters. Months of tape revealed some irreverent dealings among Hershey's camp, definitely some illegal criminal activities by the President's staff, but nothing of this magnitude until now, and nothing that implicated the President directly.
A ringing cell phone woke up Leclerc, who had racked out in his office due to his ongoing investigation into the President. He looked to whom was calling; it was the deputy SSF director, Nicolas Leroux, whom Leclerc had personally tasked with heading the investigation into Hershey and CREEP. Leroux, who was had been a senior government functionary all of his life and previously served in the national socialist SS, was regarded as one of the most staunchly loyal agents in the service, driven only to serve at this point the Castillian Constitution and an ideology for the first time he actually believed in; democracy. Leclerc was skeptical of whom in the service he could trust, but if there was one person he could, it was Leroux.
"Sir, the Hôtel Le Ciel Bleu surveillance team just got something big," Leroux calmly informed his boss over the phone.
"Well how big?" Leclerc replied, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"Sir, it's exactly what we've been looking for," Leroux exclaimed, giving a sly grin as he kicked his feet up on his desk and sipped his cup of coffee.
***
By noon, the news had broke the story on Presidential Order No. 149 and public opinion had turned sharply against the Hershey administration. Protesters numbered in the thousands had already began to form outside of Manoir du Montbatten, and against them almost 1000 Federal Gendarmes had been deployed to secure the executive residence and offices. Marlène Backès, Hershey's main competition, had already announced that she would be directing the Senate Judiciary Committee to introduce and recommend to the full Senate impeachment proceedings, and Chet Litheau, firmly in third place, was trying to ring the Federal Elections Authority to have Hershey stripped from the ballot. The news media, which was always extremely critical of Hershey and his predecessor John S. Faring, was having a field day with the public criticism of Hershey's order, with nearly everyone viewing it as voter suppression. With it now being almost 5 o'clock in the evening in Preslaff, most citizens across the whole Federation paid close attention to the next updates regarding the newest political crisis.
One person who had yet to make an announcement since the news broke was SSF Director Martin Leclerc, but that was to come within moments. The press corps was either seated, standing on each side of the press briefing room, or flowing out the doors on either side with microphones stuck through the doorway, as Leclerc looked boldly at the cameras from the podium emblazoned with the Lion and the seal of the SSF.
"Thank you for you all gathering here today. After a tremendous amount of work over the last several months into the President of the Castillian Federation, the SSF is completing its investigation and referring the case to the Justice Secretariat for a prosecutive decision. What I would like to do today is tell you three things: what we did; what we found; and what we are recommending to the Secretariat.
This investigation began as a referral from the Domestic Revenue Administration regarding the alleged illegal use of campaign funds through the President's campaign fundraising arm, the Commission pour la Réélection du Président, after the AdRI had discovered that those funds were going to Mokan bank accounts for aliases we have been able to match to several suspects who are on the President's senior staff. When SSF investigators followed the money trail, it appeared that those on the staff were using the funds to purchase surveillance equipment overseas and having it shipped into the Federation illegally by evading Federal customs authorities.
After a sweep of the headquarters of the Partirévolutionnaire Institutionnel conducted by SSF counterintelligence agents, numerous wiretaps were found in their offices. This was enough evidence for the SSF to request a wiretap of the Office of the President, which was signed under confidentiality by a Federal judge and placed in the President's office roughly one month ago.
The SSF believes that the President may have known of an investigation into his campaign fundraising arm, and thus conspired with his staff to prevent the SSF from carrying out the investigation. Evidence that SSF investigators had uncovered has led us to believe that he directly knew of his campaign's illicit activities and also moved to compel the SSF to end our investigation into his campaign's activities.
The Federal Security Service is recommending to the Justice Secretariat convene a federal grand jury to indict the President of the Castillian Federation, Harvey Hershey, on one count of obstructing justice, along with numerous charges for several members of the President's official and campaign staff..."
Harvey Hershey furiously clicked the remote, but the television still would not turn off. He threw the remote at the wall, with black shards of plastic littering the room. He then grabbed a bust of former President John S. Faring from the credenza behind his desk and threw it at the television, sparks flying everywhere and reducing Faring's likeness to bits and pieces of marble. Hearing the commotion, Jean-Paul Dubois opened the door to the president's office from his adjacent office and rushed in, with several Presidential Guards behind him.
"What's the matter sir?" Dubois frantically questioned.
Hershey turned and furiously lunged towards Dubois, grabbing him by the throat and pressing him up against the wall. The Presidential Guards, unsure of what to do, stood back and watched in horror. "This is all YOUR fault!" Hershey screamed. "This whole idea to bug that bitch's campaign was all yours and Rosseau's idea!"
Antoine Dupont and Thibault Rousseau, Chief Special Counsel to the President, ran in and unlike the Guards, immediately moved to peel the President off from Dubois. "Get a grip Mr. President!" Rosseau yelled as he drug the most powerful man in the Federation across the and sat him in his chair at his desk. Dupont turned to the Guards, still petrified, and ordered them out and commanded one to grab Oliver Bush, the President's Chief of Staff and bring him into the office. Within a few moments, all five men were in the room were seated, with Dubois icing the back of his head after it being slammed against the wall.
"This is all of your faults," Hershey began, going back into his tirade before being cut off by Rosseau.
"No listen, you can beat this. Just stand firm and don't resign, I can assure you that you can beat this whole thing," Rosseau began. "I've anticipated this for several months, and I've been making inquiries. There are several in the military services who are willing to do what it takes to ensure that you remain in office, I have been assured of their support if it comes to that."
Hershey looked up from his desk and stared intently at Rosseau. "You're suggesting at this point a coup d'état? Martial law? You think I'll be able to become a popular leader if I lead this country into a civil war?"
Rosseau stood up and walked over to the President. "It will never come to that. Labour still enjoys wide electoral support in the rural areas. Polling for months has shown that Backès only has popular support in the cities, and several of the military district commanders have assured me that if you invoke the Insurrection Act, they'll be able to quell any serious unrest in the cities. This election is a lot closer than you think, and if you win it, then we can beat the SSF and the charges. As for the Senate, we can make some things happen there."
"I don't like that you've done that all behind my back, that is playing with fire. Nonetheless, is there money involved for these district commanders?" Hershey inquired.
"Of course sir, there's always money involved," Rosseau replied.
Hershey leaned back and looked at the other four men in the room. "Have Amélie Laurent issue a press release, make it bold and unabashed. If you say you can get me out this, then I'll still fight. I won't resign, and I won't be dropping out of the elections."
One person who had yet to make an announcement since the news broke was SSF Director Martin Leclerc, but that was to come within moments. The press corps was either seated, standing on each side of the press briefing room, or flowing out the doors on either side with microphones stuck through the doorway, as Leclerc looked boldly at the cameras from the podium emblazoned with the Lion and the seal of the SSF.
"Thank you for you all gathering here today. After a tremendous amount of work over the last several months into the President of the Castillian Federation, the SSF is completing its investigation and referring the case to the Justice Secretariat for a prosecutive decision. What I would like to do today is tell you three things: what we did; what we found; and what we are recommending to the Secretariat.
This investigation began as a referral from the Domestic Revenue Administration regarding the alleged illegal use of campaign funds through the President's campaign fundraising arm, the Commission pour la Réélection du Président, after the AdRI had discovered that those funds were going to Mokan bank accounts for aliases we have been able to match to several suspects who are on the President's senior staff. When SSF investigators followed the money trail, it appeared that those on the staff were using the funds to purchase surveillance equipment overseas and having it shipped into the Federation illegally by evading Federal customs authorities.
After a sweep of the headquarters of the Partirévolutionnaire Institutionnel conducted by SSF counterintelligence agents, numerous wiretaps were found in their offices. This was enough evidence for the SSF to request a wiretap of the Office of the President, which was signed under confidentiality by a Federal judge and placed in the President's office roughly one month ago.
The SSF believes that the President may have known of an investigation into his campaign fundraising arm, and thus conspired with his staff to prevent the SSF from carrying out the investigation. Evidence that SSF investigators had uncovered has led us to believe that he directly knew of his campaign's illicit activities and also moved to compel the SSF to end our investigation into his campaign's activities.
The Federal Security Service is recommending to the Justice Secretariat convene a federal grand jury to indict the President of the Castillian Federation, Harvey Hershey, on one count of obstructing justice, along with numerous charges for several members of the President's official and campaign staff..."
Harvey Hershey furiously clicked the remote, but the television still would not turn off. He threw the remote at the wall, with black shards of plastic littering the room. He then grabbed a bust of former President John S. Faring from the credenza behind his desk and threw it at the television, sparks flying everywhere and reducing Faring's likeness to bits and pieces of marble. Hearing the commotion, Jean-Paul Dubois opened the door to the president's office from his adjacent office and rushed in, with several Presidential Guards behind him.
"What's the matter sir?" Dubois frantically questioned.
Hershey turned and furiously lunged towards Dubois, grabbing him by the throat and pressing him up against the wall. The Presidential Guards, unsure of what to do, stood back and watched in horror. "This is all YOUR fault!" Hershey screamed. "This whole idea to bug that bitch's campaign was all yours and Rosseau's idea!"
Antoine Dupont and Thibault Rousseau, Chief Special Counsel to the President, ran in and unlike the Guards, immediately moved to peel the President off from Dubois. "Get a grip Mr. President!" Rosseau yelled as he drug the most powerful man in the Federation across the and sat him in his chair at his desk. Dupont turned to the Guards, still petrified, and ordered them out and commanded one to grab Oliver Bush, the President's Chief of Staff and bring him into the office. Within a few moments, all five men were in the room were seated, with Dubois icing the back of his head after it being slammed against the wall.
"This is all of your faults," Hershey began, going back into his tirade before being cut off by Rosseau.
"No listen, you can beat this. Just stand firm and don't resign, I can assure you that you can beat this whole thing," Rosseau began. "I've anticipated this for several months, and I've been making inquiries. There are several in the military services who are willing to do what it takes to ensure that you remain in office, I have been assured of their support if it comes to that."
Hershey looked up from his desk and stared intently at Rosseau. "You're suggesting at this point a coup d'état? Martial law? You think I'll be able to become a popular leader if I lead this country into a civil war?"
Rosseau stood up and walked over to the President. "It will never come to that. Labour still enjoys wide electoral support in the rural areas. Polling for months has shown that Backès only has popular support in the cities, and several of the military district commanders have assured me that if you invoke the Insurrection Act, they'll be able to quell any serious unrest in the cities. This election is a lot closer than you think, and if you win it, then we can beat the SSF and the charges. As for the Senate, we can make some things happen there."
"I don't like that you've done that all behind my back, that is playing with fire. Nonetheless, is there money involved for these district commanders?" Hershey inquired.
"Of course sir, there's always money involved," Rosseau replied.
Hershey leaned back and looked at the other four men in the room. "Have Amélie Laurent issue a press release, make it bold and unabashed. If you say you can get me out this, then I'll still fight. I won't resign, and I won't be dropping out of the elections."
***
Marlène Backès had known all along that Harvey Hershey played dirty, so Leclerc's press conference recommending charges to the Justice Secretariat came as no surprise to her. What did come as a surprise was that within the hour, Hershey's press secretary issued a release stating that the President had no intention to resign nor drop out of the elections. It was all incredibly damning, and already polling was showing that the single-digits lead that she had over the President had expanded significantly into
It was eight o'clock in the evening in Preslaff, and just like Leclerc hours before, Backès had also assembled a massive press conference and the darling of democracy herself was standing valiantly in front of the cameras.
"Thank you for your attendance members of the press, colleagues, my laborious staff, and my unwavering supporters. As you know, the President of the Castillian Federation has engaged in a broad political conspiracy not only to beat me and steal the election to continue reign of incompetence. He is why I stand before you today, not as a politician, but as a concerned citizen of this great nation. I stand before you today to express my outrage at the current administration's blatant disregard for the privacy of the Castillian people, and their attempts to spy on the opposition against him.
Let me be clear, these are career criminals engaged in criminality, on your tax dollar, and at this point they're not even ashamed by it. We are now at a critical juncture in our democracy. We are faced with a president who has abused his power and trampled on our most basic rights. His attempts to spy on our campaign are a direct assault on the very foundations of our democracy. And we cannot allow it to continue.
Make no mistake, this is not just an attack on our campaign. This is an attack on every Castillian who believes in a fair and free election. This is an attack on every Castillian who believes in the power of the people to choose their leaders. And we must not stand for it.
The president's attempts to spy on our campaign are an affront to everything we hold dear. They are a clear indication that he is willing to do whatever it takes to stay in power, even if it means violating our most basic rights, and we cannot allow it to stand. We must stand up to this president and demand that he stop his unconstitutional surveillance activities immediately and demand that he resigns from office effectively immediately.
The President however has been determined to not resign nor will he suspend his presidential reelection campaign. We must ensure that our democracy is protected and that our leaders are held accountable for their actions. I will be doubling down on my intentions to bring impeachment proceedings through the Federal Senate in my capacity as the President of the Senate, and I can assure you that even if we can't beat him in the Senate, we will be beat him in the polls. Thank you, and I look forward towards being your next President of the Castillian Federation."
As Backès finished and moved off the stage, the atrium of the office building her campaign was leasing space in roared with the sounds of quote-hungry reporters. Backès' aide took to the podium and announced that there would be no questions that evening, but asked that voters deliver Backès to the presidency. Meanwhile, President Hershey watched her press conference end via a newly-replaced television in his office.
"Fucking bitch," he muttered under his breath as he sipped on a glass of cognac.
OoC: The title of the thread is a reference to former FBI deputy director W. Mark Felt, who was known as the Deep Throat informant within the Nixon administration. The characters of Leclerc and Leroux are composites of Felt. It is not a sexual innuendo, but a nod towards the inspiration of the RP.
Furthermore, the OSRS specifically states: Euphemisms and double entendres. PERMITTED.... mostly.
Most of us are either adults or at least older teens. The occasional wink-wink-nudge-nudge joke isn't going to get you slapped. Much like swearing, it is somewhat situational and can become problematic when done in excess. If it's not being done to try and sneak around the other rules or previous points above the occasional lewd joke isn't going to give anybody the vapors.
It was eight o'clock in the evening in Preslaff, and just like Leclerc hours before, Backès had also assembled a massive press conference and the darling of democracy herself was standing valiantly in front of the cameras.
"Thank you for your attendance members of the press, colleagues, my laborious staff, and my unwavering supporters. As you know, the President of the Castillian Federation has engaged in a broad political conspiracy not only to beat me and steal the election to continue reign of incompetence. He is why I stand before you today, not as a politician, but as a concerned citizen of this great nation. I stand before you today to express my outrage at the current administration's blatant disregard for the privacy of the Castillian people, and their attempts to spy on the opposition against him.
Let me be clear, these are career criminals engaged in criminality, on your tax dollar, and at this point they're not even ashamed by it. We are now at a critical juncture in our democracy. We are faced with a president who has abused his power and trampled on our most basic rights. His attempts to spy on our campaign are a direct assault on the very foundations of our democracy. And we cannot allow it to continue.
Make no mistake, this is not just an attack on our campaign. This is an attack on every Castillian who believes in a fair and free election. This is an attack on every Castillian who believes in the power of the people to choose their leaders. And we must not stand for it.
The president's attempts to spy on our campaign are an affront to everything we hold dear. They are a clear indication that he is willing to do whatever it takes to stay in power, even if it means violating our most basic rights, and we cannot allow it to stand. We must stand up to this president and demand that he stop his unconstitutional surveillance activities immediately and demand that he resigns from office effectively immediately.
The President however has been determined to not resign nor will he suspend his presidential reelection campaign. We must ensure that our democracy is protected and that our leaders are held accountable for their actions. I will be doubling down on my intentions to bring impeachment proceedings through the Federal Senate in my capacity as the President of the Senate, and I can assure you that even if we can't beat him in the Senate, we will be beat him in the polls. Thank you, and I look forward towards being your next President of the Castillian Federation."
As Backès finished and moved off the stage, the atrium of the office building her campaign was leasing space in roared with the sounds of quote-hungry reporters. Backès' aide took to the podium and announced that there would be no questions that evening, but asked that voters deliver Backès to the presidency. Meanwhile, President Hershey watched her press conference end via a newly-replaced television in his office.
"Fucking bitch," he muttered under his breath as he sipped on a glass of cognac.
OoC: The title of the thread is a reference to former FBI deputy director W. Mark Felt, who was known as the Deep Throat informant within the Nixon administration. The characters of Leclerc and Leroux are composites of Felt. It is not a sexual innuendo, but a nod towards the inspiration of the RP.
Furthermore, the OSRS specifically states: Euphemisms and double entendres. PERMITTED.... mostly.
Most of us are either adults or at least older teens. The occasional wink-wink-nudge-nudge joke isn't going to get you slapped. Much like swearing, it is somewhat situational and can become problematic when done in excess. If it's not being done to try and sneak around the other rules or previous points above the occasional lewd joke isn't going to give anybody the vapors.