Sticks and Stones

I had been working up to this for a long time, but it was worth it. I could feel it in the air...the energy, the tension was palpable. Bit by bit their resistance had been eroded, their rejection replaced by fear or exhilaration. Either of which was fine with me. I had them in my pocket. All I had to to was go out there and speak to them.

I breathed deeply, and straightened my jacket. I took a long look in the mirror, looking for anything out of place, then nervously adjusted my collar. Finally, I went out on the balcony.

The roar of the crowd was deafening. I closed my eyes for a moment, and breathed deeply. Yes, they were ready, just as promised. They were right on the cusp. I opened my eyes again, and raised my hand in greeting. Slowly, as they greeted me back, the people quieted down.

Everybody present looked at me expectantly, anxiously, almost feverishly. I stoked the fire. I knew their every fear, their every sorrow and worry, and I told them all the things I would do for them, the plans I had for them, and how they would live and prosper according to my plans. I knew them well, and at the same time, I reinforced the face of the enemy.

At last, I bellowed the final question, the ultimate challenge, although I knew their response: "Wollt Ihr den totalen Krieg?!?"

The world drowned in the crescendo that followed.