YAMListan does not need another sermon about patience or another note slipped under my door asking me to kneel for unity. I already built the grain market while Yara starved ambition with forty percent tax and Mholt mistook theatrics for management. I will not fold. I will widen my lead, cut the parasites out of the treasury, and make every coward choose between profit and nostalgia. If you want a republic run by adults, vote for the woman who already carries it.