Why the Press is Power
December 3114
An Article by Nabir Mas'riah
Some years ago, I founded a party. It was all about change, because me and the people I was associated with, within the ranks of the political organization of course, were tired of the current regime and believed in the meaning of change. Just change; and we strongly believed that whatever change offered us afterwards, it would be good. The party had no basic ideology, but we slowly gathered supporters who also believed in change, because through it, they envisioned that their dreams and personal views would come to reality. And the party saw it was all good.
During the second stage, we openly confronted with the government and the regime. We exposed our views and advocated them in our own limited ways. But verbal conflict was inevitable. Nevertheless, through that part of discussions and open confrontations, the people glorified our belief in change and our numbers increased. We even got seats in the next elections. And it all continued to be good. It got better over the next few months, as we planned demonstrations which led to violence, as we crashed press conferences and as we slowly marched to the streets. Through our people's support, we took control of military bases, bribed in secret ways military officials and soon enough, the better became the best when we declared ourselves the saviors of the nation and were applauded by our supporters for our plans to take control of the nation. We finally took control, by any means necessary, and it was time to build a new regime over the ashes of the new one and while the fires burnt over the ongoing civil war we made change.
Unemployment was eradicated. Trade flourished. Education thrived, water and food was available to all, and even the industry leveled up within a year and we began producing military equipment to retaliate on any attempts from the supporters of the old regime. Housing was available to everyone and a state of socially based economy and domestic trade developed, making the nation an idealizing place to live. There was justice, with all the necessary curfews and the means to maintain it. All was good.
I don't know about you, but I'm still a reporter in the RKP. But imagine that everything I said was true. I would certainly have the power to say them, who would dare to argue. Who would be able to discover any truth inside my own little world. The background does not matter, nor the truth. All it matters is that I have power over the power of the press, and that is just a miracle by itself.
Source A: Saridani Folk Daily - Barracks Socialism