"Comrades,
Yesterday we were cowardly attacked by an Elwynnese, so Shirerithian, citizen in the heart of our democratic institutions. Not only were our own lives in danger, but - and I wouldn't even dare to think about it - we can not even imagine what would have happened if our Heavenly Light Himself would have been present during the meeting!
Luckily we can look back with pride. As One we stood up and proudly sang our national anthem, and showed calmness on a moment that any other inferior state would have collapsed into chaos.
But let us not make any mistake: we should ask ourselves how a Shirerithian, Reginald Smythe, received access to the Assembly. The coincidence of the attack, only minutes after the attack in the Shirerithian Landsraad,and the amount of preparation it would require makes me wonder if there isn't more behind it. We should also ask ourselves in all seriousness if the attack in the Landsraad wasn't simply a distraction, an attempt to shift the blame on us! It's no secret that Shireroth desires large parts of our Realm, but good Kildari, Dalmacijans and Antyans, we all know where your loyalty lies! Who says that certain Shirerithian groups are not seeking a less voluntarily way of reincorporating their old lands into theirs?
Comrades, this is the moment we must show our strength! This is the day to stand up against the western imperialists! This is the day to gather around the Heavenly Throne and defend it with all our might, both on the land as the sea and in the air!
Honourable comrades, I now ask you all: how will we, as a Nation, handle this terrible affair? Shall we strengthen our border patrols? Shall we boycott Shirerithian goods? Or shall we even go further and establish a blockade around their Apollonian possessions and demand to check their cargo before proceeding to Apollonian waters, where certain individuals could attempt to organise our downfall and the downfall of all freedom-loving people on this continent?"
Entire and whole and harmonious, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her Queen;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of harmoniousness, and all her paths are pure.