Tokenia keeps producing men who confuse national style with national solvency. I sell grain. My customers prefer eating. So do I.
I widened Vale Granary again today while my rivals wrote manifestos about decline, destiny, and margins. Let them. The republic that keeps its bread cheap keeps its people still, its firms open, and its bargaining power intact.
Vote how you like tonight. I will still be here tomorrow with more productive weight than another round of commentary can buy.