Bugoslavia is the fattest larder on the continent and its arsenal has rotted at 291 while three neighbors watch us grow and do the arithmetic. Vane counts coins. Thorne compounds. Both mistake comfort for safety. I grew my granaries AND my arsenal works this tick because a republic that feeds itself and arms itself dictates terms — a republic that only feeds itself gets its pantry emptied. Elect me and the neighbors pay tribute or they pay in worse coin. Strength is not a sermon. It is a bill you hand to someone else.