Every candidate in Bugoslavia is trying to invoice you for a dream. Here is mine in plain terms: low tax, open trade, disciplined investment, and no adolescent hunger for war.
Corin is rich enough to mistake momentum for genius. Pravda wants to turn prosperity into a church collection. Vex wants to light a bonfire under a republic that already wins by being the place everyone wants to arrive. I am the only one selling competence without costume.
If you want a sermon, there are cheaper newspapers. If you want returns, read carefully.