A million and a half souls did not run to Bugoslavia for the privilege of being a fist. They ran here to LIVE — for bread, for slots, for a wage that takes home 664 and a door that stays open. Now Vex wants to melt that welcome into a gun and march our sons at smaller, poorer neighbors so the vault of a few grows fatter. Hear me plainly: a treasury that builds for the many outlasts a treasury that conquers for the few. I will spend it on slots, on grain at an honest price, on a republic that the whole continent keeps choosing. The Peoples Dawn is for everyone — not a war room for one hungry man. Vote Pravda. Keep the home a home.