[Title] A Pat On The Cheek
[Validity] Doesn't have High Patriotism
[Description] A new wing of the @@CAPITAL@@ University Library has been named after you, and naturally you attended its opening ceremony as the guest of honour. After a few cordial but brief handshakes with a group of well-wishers everyone was feeling rather pumped, until one of them - a pleasant-looking young man - slapped you in the face! To add insult to injury, you were told the entire affair had been televised.
[Option 1] "This wasn't a mere assault on another person, this was an assault on @@NAME@@ itself!" proclaims feverishly patriotic talkshow host @@RANDOMNAME_1@@ while footage of the offending ordeal is examined by @@HIS@@ guests frame-by-frame among indignant gasps. "It's high treason, and I say off with the traitor's hands, and anyone's limbs that are risen against our proud @@TYPE@@, literally or figuratively!"
[Effect 1] the number of evil tongues has been drastically cut down recently
[Option 2] "And where were those lousy goons of the security detail, huh? Drinking tea on the veranda?" fumes retired General @@RANDOMNAME@@, one of the talkshow's guests at the table. "They should have stopped that despicable little face-slapping toad from even so much as looking at @@LEADER@@ with those traitorous little eyes of his! No, relying on the security service for protection was a gross mistake, as only our proud citizens in uniform can be entrusted with that responsibility!"
[Effect 2] @@LEADER@@'s state visits are often mistaken for a @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ military invasion
[Option 3] "Dude, you're just so shit at your job, and my dad always hits me when I do something wrong," sulks the barely adolescent offender in question, @@HIS@@ already badly bruised face pressed against the sidewalk in front of you by big, angry guards. "Do you take me for some deadbeat who writes petitions, who lives in his mommy's basement and has no life? No! I'm a real man, and any real @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ man gets to voice his opinion anyway he likes. Now, let me go, you losers!"
[Effect 3] throwing rotten tomatoes at cinema screens has once again come into fashion
[Option 4] "Y'all went soft, ya weak sacks of meat!" shouts former farmhand Billy Bob @@RANDOMLASTNAME@@ from across the road, while casting a thick, yellow clod of spit onto the pavement. "Back in my day, anyone who packed us a punch, we punched back twice as hard! Enough with the 'no violence' crap you've been running in this country. Learn to punch like a man, you wuss! Come on, hit 'im back!"
[Effect 4] the state's monopoly on violence ended violently