Piazza Venetia, March 15th 1270 a.d....
The sea of humanity churned and rolled like the ocean, the many voices mixing into a soft hum. This had been far more than the five hundered he had initially collected here in this public square, things have changed since then. President Giuseppe Mazzini, who was accused of conspiring agianst the Axis alliance with Israel, was politically obliterated at home and abroad, the latest election was a sham. There was no way Mazzini could possibly be victorious.
He smiled as he looked out accross the people, he always worked towards his goals but my God! Did he ever actually think, truly think, he would accomplish them? The new President Benso Cavour would be tough to crack, he was a Hawk, a military man. He wanted to take a hardline, but his own brother was a Communist. He was a womanizer and a drunkard, surely he could remove this last President... yes this would have to be the last president he thought...
He approached the edge of the balcony and kicked the pedastle (sp?) to the floor. He stood atop an old box and fixed his black leather gloves...
"Fellow Italians! As you know many changes have come to pass since I last spoke before you here. Some of you were present at the inception of the National Socialist party. Some are new, tired of everything that has occured in our nation lately, our proud and glorious nation has been tarnished by politics. Our proud and glorious nations slaves on rail-lines, slaves in the fields and slaves in the factories while the politicians take our pride and our glory and mangle them for the sake of greed. We stand now at the crossroads of our history. Many years ago the Adriatic League was a mighty nation, a feared and respected nation. Our army was unequaled, our mettle was untested. In a few short years men like Giuseppe Mazzini and Benso Cavour have taken that past and torn it to peices! Their actions are deplorable. Their social programs are laughable, these men are not leaders, they are leaches. My fellow Italians, this government, the once great entity under the late Napoleon Bonaparte has fallen into the hands of pigs and vermin. Some say I have a few things in common with our great Corporal. I myself am a Corporal in this army, true the politicians have felt it necessary to remove my title as I have served in Parliament once upon a time. But any good soldier will tell you, I remain the man I was. I fought in the terrible Contessa Massacre in Scandinavia. My hands" he said as he held them high in the air "Are blackened and purpled by glorious stench of honor and pride. I now turn to you, my fellow Adriatics, to follow in the footsteps of those who have gone before. The great Giuseppe Garibaldi who would never surrender to the Australians! The great general Pagniacci who lead his men against Israel and Mongolia in the great war, and finally the great Napoleon Bonaparte himself. Napoleon knew that this nation needed a strong, military-bred, leader who didn't have to worry about the petty squabbles of these weak politicians! Napoleon knew that the power did not reside in Venice, the power resides in the factories, on the rail-lines, and in the fields. The power lies in you my friends, the people of this country. I do not want the rich and powerful merchants like my Dove counterparts, I do not want to woo the old money that is the royalty like my Hawk counterparts. I do not go after money, to me money is useless. You are my resources, the people of this nation, you must return to the old honor that once lit up the entire planet like the sun, you must achieve the glory and honor that this nations deserves. I ask you friends, countrymen, join our ranks. Become a blackshirt! One day you will tell your children, who are fat and happy, who are well educated, safe and free of fears, that you had the glory and the honor to save your nation." he said as he looked over the croud.
"SALUTO IL DUCE!!!!" yelled some random man, the entire crowd began chanting.
Benito Mussolini looked at the crowd and smiled, this was far more than five hundred people. This was far more than he expected... this was enough...
"Let us take back what is ours, let us save our nation!" he yelled...
The sea of humanity churned and rolled like the ocean, the many voices mixing into a soft hum. This had been far more than the five hundered he had initially collected here in this public square, things have changed since then. President Giuseppe Mazzini, who was accused of conspiring agianst the Axis alliance with Israel, was politically obliterated at home and abroad, the latest election was a sham. There was no way Mazzini could possibly be victorious.
He smiled as he looked out accross the people, he always worked towards his goals but my God! Did he ever actually think, truly think, he would accomplish them? The new President Benso Cavour would be tough to crack, he was a Hawk, a military man. He wanted to take a hardline, but his own brother was a Communist. He was a womanizer and a drunkard, surely he could remove this last President... yes this would have to be the last president he thought...
He approached the edge of the balcony and kicked the pedastle (sp?) to the floor. He stood atop an old box and fixed his black leather gloves...
"Fellow Italians! As you know many changes have come to pass since I last spoke before you here. Some of you were present at the inception of the National Socialist party. Some are new, tired of everything that has occured in our nation lately, our proud and glorious nation has been tarnished by politics. Our proud and glorious nations slaves on rail-lines, slaves in the fields and slaves in the factories while the politicians take our pride and our glory and mangle them for the sake of greed. We stand now at the crossroads of our history. Many years ago the Adriatic League was a mighty nation, a feared and respected nation. Our army was unequaled, our mettle was untested. In a few short years men like Giuseppe Mazzini and Benso Cavour have taken that past and torn it to peices! Their actions are deplorable. Their social programs are laughable, these men are not leaders, they are leaches. My fellow Italians, this government, the once great entity under the late Napoleon Bonaparte has fallen into the hands of pigs and vermin. Some say I have a few things in common with our great Corporal. I myself am a Corporal in this army, true the politicians have felt it necessary to remove my title as I have served in Parliament once upon a time. But any good soldier will tell you, I remain the man I was. I fought in the terrible Contessa Massacre in Scandinavia. My hands" he said as he held them high in the air "Are blackened and purpled by glorious stench of honor and pride. I now turn to you, my fellow Adriatics, to follow in the footsteps of those who have gone before. The great Giuseppe Garibaldi who would never surrender to the Australians! The great general Pagniacci who lead his men against Israel and Mongolia in the great war, and finally the great Napoleon Bonaparte himself. Napoleon knew that this nation needed a strong, military-bred, leader who didn't have to worry about the petty squabbles of these weak politicians! Napoleon knew that the power did not reside in Venice, the power resides in the factories, on the rail-lines, and in the fields. The power lies in you my friends, the people of this country. I do not want the rich and powerful merchants like my Dove counterparts, I do not want to woo the old money that is the royalty like my Hawk counterparts. I do not go after money, to me money is useless. You are my resources, the people of this nation, you must return to the old honor that once lit up the entire planet like the sun, you must achieve the glory and honor that this nations deserves. I ask you friends, countrymen, join our ranks. Become a blackshirt! One day you will tell your children, who are fat and happy, who are well educated, safe and free of fears, that you had the glory and the honor to save your nation." he said as he looked over the croud.
"SALUTO IL DUCE!!!!" yelled some random man, the entire crowd began chanting.
Benito Mussolini looked at the crowd and smiled, this was far more than five hundred people. This was far more than he expected... this was enough...
"Let us take back what is ours, let us save our nation!" he yelled...
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