This fiend will be shown no cooperation by the likes of me. I call at once for popular, counter-revolutionary action against both him and his wicked, conniving host of cohorts. They are but vultures who descend to prey upon the workers' flesh. I shall not relent, and the public must resist. I am returning home to you, beloved countrymen of the Midwest, to take up my rifle. We shall weather out these dark times and - if fate shall have it - I will die with honor in your most pleasant company without regret or reservation. And yet I would rather live on, so let us be unyielding to the last and retake our home so that we may see the better days ahead.
Alfred Jones, I hereby request you take up my seat in the Senate until I return. No chances will be taken on trying to send word back to our nation's capitol in person, so I am left with no choice but to temporarily yield my post there. Make me proud, and serve the People well.
That being said, I scoff at the edict for my execution. Send your stooges, tyrant. I am waiting.
~ Our parting hymn ~
