Vex offers you a trench and calls it ambition. I offer you a home and call it Bugoslavia. He would burn the very factories that make us rich to look fearsome to strangers; I would open slots, fill silos, and spend the treasury on the many who RAN here to live. A million and a half people did not flee to a fist. They came for a future. Today I open The Peoples Bread to the people themselves — own a share of the loaf you eat. Vote Pravda. The Dawn is for everyone.