Suddenly, a wild-eyed young man with dark matted hair and a faded, frayed black SS uniform enters the Congreso. Although a few Congressmen notice the man, most are too preoccupied with celebratory champagne and cigars to give him (or politics) a second thought. The man sprints to the podium, takes out a sheet of parchment, and, in a booming voice, delivers a message to the world...
From the mouth of the distinguished Caitan Crazzio!
It grieves me to no end to witness the destruction of nationalist Chile. To the families of fallen soldiers (on both sides): I am sorry for your loss and, if the red menace has not yet seized my domestic bank accounts, I will provide a modest 2 year pension for each household personally affected by the civil war. This pension will, of course, be nothing like the... disgusting... welfare system that Fernandez was trying to create but I trust many Chileans could use the extra income in the near future. I also call upon the many renowned and prosperous capitalists in our nation to start a charity for the children affected by the horrors of war. I also invite Antonia Zepeda to organize and manage this charity organization while I am still not absolved of my "crimes." By starting this charity fund we can dispel the anti-capitalist propaganda expounded by the far-left and give Chileans a ray of hope in these potentially dark times.
To the Communistas: you are scum who seek to dismantle everything that the hardworking Chileans of the past have strived to accomplish. You would liberate recently conquered lands paid for in Chilean blood and populated with our own citizens? If you succeed in taking control of Chile... all hope is lost. I will not pander to you like Fernandez and I will never bow to the red tide. I have no time for your utterly unpatriotic platforms and I will waste no more words on you.
The young man shoots one last glare at the Communista politicians and continued his speech
To the Socialistas and Liberales: I will not pretend to count you all as political allies and I understand why many of you may still be screaming for my head on a silver platter (or, if you wouldn't mind, a jade platter inlayed with gold and precious stones) but I hope you all will understand that killing me will do nothing to stamp out fascism within our nation. Let me go into more detail...
1) I was not part of the Fascist coup in its planning stage. There is no love lost between me and the Communists and, when all was finally said and done, I needed to choose the lesser of two evils. Fernandez had contacted me earlier with promised an eventual re-democratization and the De Conti administration seemed much too weak to hold back the Communist threat. That is not to say that I was particularly fond of the instability of the 3rd republic and I will not pretend that, at the time, a fascist regime sounded like a wonderful alternative to constant coup-ery.
2. I never fielded troops on behalf of the Frente Nacional. I was a financial advisor and minister of interior but I never directly controlled troops on behalf of the nationalist government. If I had been born with a sword in my hand rather than a silver spoon things may have turned out differently but, as it is, the fact is I never killed anyone or had anyone killed under my direct command. I tried to delegate the rather unsavory task of managing the secret police to underlings more suited to the task and I never saw the post as anything more than a title and a favor to Fernandez. I was more focused with building infrastructure and expanding the economy. That must be seen as a noble goal, right?
3. I believe that Chile can become great once more... through democracy I believe that we can create a stable federalist system complete with checks and balances. If we all pool our thoughts together, we can create a perfectly structured government that will prove resilient to both military coups and extremist uprisings. In order to create this system however, we will need to do something to promote less extremism within the Congreso. I will not go as far as to suggest that we ban Communistas, Fascistas, or even Radicales, but we must stress compromise rather than polarization.
The young man takes a breathe. up till now he had read out Crazzio's speech eloquently but something on the paper makes him stop and pause...
Finally, to Neo-Nacionales: Give up your arms and disband your militias mi amigos. Go back to your fields, your mines, your factories, your universities, your towns, and your corner offices. Your people need you now more than ever to stimulate the economy and be productive members of society. You all must realize that I am not and will never be the charismatic rebel leader many of you are looking for. The Frente Nacional will never again..............
The young man broke off. Tears slowly dripped down his dusty cheeks and onto Crazzio's speech, blotting out the last paragraph. Then, with a gut wrenching howl, Crazzio's messenger crumples to the ground, clutching his chest as if pierced through the heart with a javelin. The Bureaucrats stand in silence, dumbstruck by the fanaticism and passion that can so clearly be seen in the eyes of the youth. His sobs ring through the Congreso as guards grab him from the speaker's podium and force him out through the doors of the Congreso. For once, the Congreso is silent...
((Sorry guys I just got back from Florida! I would have told my personal supporters to stand down if I could have found a computer. Then again, hindsight's 20:20.))
