Lemkizemnya
24-11-2007, 10:08
[ How original, imirite? Still, needed to be done to establish backstory. ]
"Lemkizemnyans, hear me!" shouted an eccentric man, dressed in a half-length labcoat (plus obligatory pocket protector) and plain grey slacks, from behind the podium, slamming his hand down upon the wooden surface. A cheer rose up from the dull roar of the crowd before him, in the Great Square of the capital, Dyinya. "Lemkizemnyans, is it not enough that the world exploit us like slaves?" he asked dramatically, hitting the podium. Another cheer. "Is it not enough that we must endure their economic slavery?" He raised himself up, sending his auburn hair flying back a little. "Even that nightmare I might endure!" he proclaimed, stabbing a finger into the air. "But we are despised, Lemkizemnyans! We are the Clandonia of Clandonia! My God! We make Allanea and Kahanistan shining stars in the sky!" An angry shout! "This has not been because we are a weak nation! Let no one brainwash your minds with such idiocy! We are strong; we are Lemko! Those that bring us down are the bourgeois, the morally corrupt, the capitalist pig who siphons away your wages to fill his fat belly! And who else exemplifies this more than those miscreants and adult toddlers that call themselves 'furries'?! They, the filthiest non-contributors to our great society, surrounding themselves with the product of their leechings, ruining our moral fibre and making us support them whilst they continue on unbothered by their perversions! No more, Lemkizemnya! No more will we be mocked for the disgusting practices of the corrupted that continue to destroy us from the inside out! No more will I tolerate this!" A great shout! Neither would the people! "No, Lemkizemnya, and neither will I tolerate this 'liberal democracy' that has made us so weak as to ignore the rusted links in our unified chain! Let no one come between us and renewed greatness, Lemkizemnya! Let no one deny you your rightful place among the great giants of the world! Not even if they couch their selfish desires in the language of the bureaucrat and politician, of 'human rights', who would sacrifice your power for their twisted ideals and gain! For yes, even they profit! Who else but politicians will gain from this...this abomination of artwork and its sale?! I TELL YOU LEMKIZEMNYA, THESE THAT THEY DEFEND ARE NOT HUMAN IN THE LEAST, IF THEY SHOULD WISH TO THROW AWAY THEIR HUMANITY AND THEIR DUTIES TO THEIR COMRADES! I—" The crowd roared angrily, and rustled anxiously. "—I will not defend these who shirk their responsibilities to our society, unlike others, for I do not profit from their gain! I, like you, suffer under the result of their madness!"
+++All the while, as the man spoke, he had been making dramatic gestures, raising his hands and stabbing accusing fingers and clenching his fist. He had been flanked by the symbols of the Lemkizemnyan Revival Party, huge and grandiose, and inspiring much patriotic fervour in the minds of the ethnic Lemko gathered, and even other ethnic groups that had come to call themselves Lemkizemnyan—Poles, Latvians, Estonians. The speech, which ran for several hours, expounding on the glories of the Revival Party, was typical of the sort that had been made by the Naputnik de Texnokratij Imperija Rusnyji Doktor Marco Koval before, during and after his election, and while these speeches had been made, action had been taken. The first step was to dissolve the Parliament and Supreme Court. Special zones for those deemed to be "miscreants" were set up in various cities, and many were relocated there. The furries caused surprisingly little drama, for once—as one "fox" put it, it was better to just "let it blow past"; they went with little disagreement. Besides, now they had communities to share their talents with, they said (and indeed the State told them this, too). Naturally, no one of them could resist a convention, and so it was easy. Others went with some little more difficulty, but they were easily handled by the police force.
"Lemkizemnyans, hear me!" shouted an eccentric man, dressed in a half-length labcoat (plus obligatory pocket protector) and plain grey slacks, from behind the podium, slamming his hand down upon the wooden surface. A cheer rose up from the dull roar of the crowd before him, in the Great Square of the capital, Dyinya. "Lemkizemnyans, is it not enough that the world exploit us like slaves?" he asked dramatically, hitting the podium. Another cheer. "Is it not enough that we must endure their economic slavery?" He raised himself up, sending his auburn hair flying back a little. "Even that nightmare I might endure!" he proclaimed, stabbing a finger into the air. "But we are despised, Lemkizemnyans! We are the Clandonia of Clandonia! My God! We make Allanea and Kahanistan shining stars in the sky!" An angry shout! "This has not been because we are a weak nation! Let no one brainwash your minds with such idiocy! We are strong; we are Lemko! Those that bring us down are the bourgeois, the morally corrupt, the capitalist pig who siphons away your wages to fill his fat belly! And who else exemplifies this more than those miscreants and adult toddlers that call themselves 'furries'?! They, the filthiest non-contributors to our great society, surrounding themselves with the product of their leechings, ruining our moral fibre and making us support them whilst they continue on unbothered by their perversions! No more, Lemkizemnya! No more will we be mocked for the disgusting practices of the corrupted that continue to destroy us from the inside out! No more will I tolerate this!" A great shout! Neither would the people! "No, Lemkizemnya, and neither will I tolerate this 'liberal democracy' that has made us so weak as to ignore the rusted links in our unified chain! Let no one come between us and renewed greatness, Lemkizemnya! Let no one deny you your rightful place among the great giants of the world! Not even if they couch their selfish desires in the language of the bureaucrat and politician, of 'human rights', who would sacrifice your power for their twisted ideals and gain! For yes, even they profit! Who else but politicians will gain from this...this abomination of artwork and its sale?! I TELL YOU LEMKIZEMNYA, THESE THAT THEY DEFEND ARE NOT HUMAN IN THE LEAST, IF THEY SHOULD WISH TO THROW AWAY THEIR HUMANITY AND THEIR DUTIES TO THEIR COMRADES! I—" The crowd roared angrily, and rustled anxiously. "—I will not defend these who shirk their responsibilities to our society, unlike others, for I do not profit from their gain! I, like you, suffer under the result of their madness!"
+++All the while, as the man spoke, he had been making dramatic gestures, raising his hands and stabbing accusing fingers and clenching his fist. He had been flanked by the symbols of the Lemkizemnyan Revival Party, huge and grandiose, and inspiring much patriotic fervour in the minds of the ethnic Lemko gathered, and even other ethnic groups that had come to call themselves Lemkizemnyan—Poles, Latvians, Estonians. The speech, which ran for several hours, expounding on the glories of the Revival Party, was typical of the sort that had been made by the Naputnik de Texnokratij Imperija Rusnyji Doktor Marco Koval before, during and after his election, and while these speeches had been made, action had been taken. The first step was to dissolve the Parliament and Supreme Court. Special zones for those deemed to be "miscreants" were set up in various cities, and many were relocated there. The furries caused surprisingly little drama, for once—as one "fox" put it, it was better to just "let it blow past"; they went with little disagreement. Besides, now they had communities to share their talents with, they said (and indeed the State told them this, too). Naturally, no one of them could resist a convention, and so it was easy. Others went with some little more difficulty, but they were easily handled by the police force.