10-14-2019, 05:47 AM
Jonestown, Bjeorg
August 1st, 1991 - Early Morning
"Hello everyone! Welcome to our morning show. Today we have a special announcement from the one and only Brian Smith. He joins me live in the studio. I have been told he intends to take this time to make a national address. We will be covering this entirely commercial free so don't touch your tuning knobs. I see no need to waste words further. Mr. Smith, the floor is yours. Laddies and Gentlemen of Bjeorg, I give you the incomparable Governor Brian Smith."
Smith took a deep breath. This would be perhaps his life's most significant speech. Smith nervously adjusted his headset before leaning into the microphone and beginning,
"In a war for independence, winning militarily is hardly the objective. It would be my genuine love to be able to speak truthfully to you all and still say that I believed we could consistently defeat the Maximusian forces. The truth is... I can't. The Maximusians alone outnumber our forces at least 3-1. On top of that, they are better equipped and trained than most of our brave fighters. We will loose ground. This is a sad inevitability that I wish to make abundantly clear.
The truth is, I never expected this war to be easily fought. The Maximusians have taken Martin and the Zamastanians, Old Saybrook. I am deeply saddened by these turn of events, however, I knew them to be inevitable. We simply do not have the man power or weaponry to hold every costal city and village. I mustn't lie to you, we saw this coming a mile away.
That is the significant take away: we anticipated these initial defeats and losses.
A war such as the one you are all, in some capacity, a part of, is not won by winning every skirmish. Wars such as this are won by wearing down the tyrannical oppressor until they finally capitulate. We are in the midst of doing that, I assure you. At each stage of their incursion, our misguided ex-compatriots fall in increasingly large numbers to our forces. We are able to do this because we have spirit! The Bjeorg spirit is what will allow us to keep chipping away at Libertas Omnium Maximus' forces until they are left with no choice but to leave our hallowed shores and never return. We truly believe in our cause. That gives us the edge.
It is no secret that our brave fighters come from numerous different places. You have no doubt seen your local ANM chapter out recruiting for our militia. If you live in this fine city of Jonestown, you have seen our Eirian comrades setting up fortifications. (They truly are of noble stock and are deserving of all your praise. They have come to our aid in our time of need.) You have also seen our brave, formerly "Provincial Guard" (now Grand Army of Bjeorg), out defending our costal cities, like Martin, from the Federal incursions. They are all working for us, the Republic of Bjeorg. Together... our victory is all but inevitable, given time.
Now I address any Maximusians who might be listening in (I hear 98.7 comes through pretty well in some west coast towns). Your government is enabling death. We began this journey with a plea of peace. We wanted a peaceful separation but YOUR government, in their hubris, chose their ego over the well being of their country. Your government has brought this upon themselves! This war began with grenades and bombs. Please, consider ending the war with a peaceful negotiation. If your government declares us an independent and autonomous state, we will ceases hostilities. If your government simply admits its own failure and lets us go, all of this tragedy will end.
Let me make something clear though, we have acquired the means to significantly increase the number of Maximusian Soldier casualties. If your government does make the idiotic decision to proceed with their grim endeavor, they will pay with many more of their soldiers' lives. Every death past this point will be directly the fault of Mrs. Paterson. Every coffin that will return to Maximusian shores will be a needless burden. Families will be torn apart, sisters will loose brothers, wives will loose husbands, mothers will loose sons. It will all be in vain.
I charge you, people of Libertas Omnium Maximus, take to the streets! YOU can end this fruitless conflict. Your government is of the people. All power is derived from the people. He who giveth may taketh away. Make the government of LOM hear your voices. It is a simple plea, let this conflict end in peace.
Lastly, to the Maximusian government, I beg you to come to your senses! For once can your ego not outweigh the moral code you once possessed. I have made my offer. My cards are on the table. You need only say the word and this conflict shall come to a swift resolution. Say the word and you will never be bothered by Bjeorg again. You will never bury another Maximusian soldier who died by the hands of a Bjeorgite soldier again. This should be an easy decision. Alas, I was one of you for many years. I too, know how it feels to have your pride hurt. I can accept your likely decision to prolong warfare in hopes of a more favorable settlement. It's ok, just know that, should you decide to take the route of warfare, you will be rained upon by the fires of hell.
We shall fight to our last! We shall fight until you put a bullet in every man and woman involved in our movement. We are willing to die for the cause. I ask you, Libertas Omnium Maximus, are you?"
August 1st, 1991 - Early Morning
"Hello everyone! Welcome to our morning show. Today we have a special announcement from the one and only Brian Smith. He joins me live in the studio. I have been told he intends to take this time to make a national address. We will be covering this entirely commercial free so don't touch your tuning knobs. I see no need to waste words further. Mr. Smith, the floor is yours. Laddies and Gentlemen of Bjeorg, I give you the incomparable Governor Brian Smith."
Smith took a deep breath. This would be perhaps his life's most significant speech. Smith nervously adjusted his headset before leaning into the microphone and beginning,
"In a war for independence, winning militarily is hardly the objective. It would be my genuine love to be able to speak truthfully to you all and still say that I believed we could consistently defeat the Maximusian forces. The truth is... I can't. The Maximusians alone outnumber our forces at least 3-1. On top of that, they are better equipped and trained than most of our brave fighters. We will loose ground. This is a sad inevitability that I wish to make abundantly clear.
The truth is, I never expected this war to be easily fought. The Maximusians have taken Martin and the Zamastanians, Old Saybrook. I am deeply saddened by these turn of events, however, I knew them to be inevitable. We simply do not have the man power or weaponry to hold every costal city and village. I mustn't lie to you, we saw this coming a mile away.
That is the significant take away: we anticipated these initial defeats and losses.
A war such as the one you are all, in some capacity, a part of, is not won by winning every skirmish. Wars such as this are won by wearing down the tyrannical oppressor until they finally capitulate. We are in the midst of doing that, I assure you. At each stage of their incursion, our misguided ex-compatriots fall in increasingly large numbers to our forces. We are able to do this because we have spirit! The Bjeorg spirit is what will allow us to keep chipping away at Libertas Omnium Maximus' forces until they are left with no choice but to leave our hallowed shores and never return. We truly believe in our cause. That gives us the edge.
It is no secret that our brave fighters come from numerous different places. You have no doubt seen your local ANM chapter out recruiting for our militia. If you live in this fine city of Jonestown, you have seen our Eirian comrades setting up fortifications. (They truly are of noble stock and are deserving of all your praise. They have come to our aid in our time of need.) You have also seen our brave, formerly "Provincial Guard" (now Grand Army of Bjeorg), out defending our costal cities, like Martin, from the Federal incursions. They are all working for us, the Republic of Bjeorg. Together... our victory is all but inevitable, given time.
Now I address any Maximusians who might be listening in (I hear 98.7 comes through pretty well in some west coast towns). Your government is enabling death. We began this journey with a plea of peace. We wanted a peaceful separation but YOUR government, in their hubris, chose their ego over the well being of their country. Your government has brought this upon themselves! This war began with grenades and bombs. Please, consider ending the war with a peaceful negotiation. If your government declares us an independent and autonomous state, we will ceases hostilities. If your government simply admits its own failure and lets us go, all of this tragedy will end.
Let me make something clear though, we have acquired the means to significantly increase the number of Maximusian Soldier casualties. If your government does make the idiotic decision to proceed with their grim endeavor, they will pay with many more of their soldiers' lives. Every death past this point will be directly the fault of Mrs. Paterson. Every coffin that will return to Maximusian shores will be a needless burden. Families will be torn apart, sisters will loose brothers, wives will loose husbands, mothers will loose sons. It will all be in vain.
I charge you, people of Libertas Omnium Maximus, take to the streets! YOU can end this fruitless conflict. Your government is of the people. All power is derived from the people. He who giveth may taketh away. Make the government of LOM hear your voices. It is a simple plea, let this conflict end in peace.
Lastly, to the Maximusian government, I beg you to come to your senses! For once can your ego not outweigh the moral code you once possessed. I have made my offer. My cards are on the table. You need only say the word and this conflict shall come to a swift resolution. Say the word and you will never be bothered by Bjeorg again. You will never bury another Maximusian soldier who died by the hands of a Bjeorgite soldier again. This should be an easy decision. Alas, I was one of you for many years. I too, know how it feels to have your pride hurt. I can accept your likely decision to prolong warfare in hopes of a more favorable settlement. It's ok, just know that, should you decide to take the route of warfare, you will be rained upon by the fires of hell.
We shall fight to our last! We shall fight until you put a bullet in every man and woman involved in our movement. We are willing to die for the cause. I ask you, Libertas Omnium Maximus, are you?"