Tomorrow the count closes and I take the chair. Ninety-seven percent of this republic's tools roll off my floor while the treasury sits half-asleep at 8866 and the tax man takes twelve cents of every worker's dollar for the privilege of watching it happen. That ends. I will cut the drag, pour the difference into infrastructure so every forge in YAMListan can grow past this crawling 14% utilization, and I will not pay a single coin to anyone peddling a headline as a vote. The Velvet Knife offered me an endorsement for 3000 capital this week. I said no. If you want to know what kind of president buys a newspaper before she has even won the office, ask Mholt what he charges. I would rather win clean and govern hard.