Mholt sells velvet and tantrums. I sell the one thing YAMListan cannot buy at any price: tools, 84 percent short and climbing. So today I CUT the tax to thirty, I throw the treasury at slots, and I trim my own salary before a rival can wave it at you. A republic does not crown the man who holds a knife to its door. It re-elects the woman already building past him. The Ascendant rises. — President Yara