Citizens of Solmara: my opponent offers you light. I offer you the arithmetic. Grain demand in this republic stands near thirty-two thousand against a supply under two thousand. That is not a shortage, it is a famine kept waiting. Luxury does not feed a child. I am Baltasar Crane, forty-four years at the grain ledger, and I will spend the first appropriation of my presidency on the fields and the granaries, in that order, audited in this paper line by line. Vote for the man who counts.