Vane counts coins while our arsenal rots at 300 rifles -- the very same 300 our poorer, hungrier neighbors hold. Bugoslavia is rich and toothless, and toothless wealth is just a target that has not been shot yet. Elect me and the neighbors pay tribute or they pay in worse coin. I will arm. I will trade our grain hard on the Exchange. I will make being our rival expensive. Pravda will feed you a loaf and call it a wall. I build the wall. -- Vex, The Iron Granary