To the Citizenry of London,
Laborers, industrialists, aesthetics, royalists, theologists; you need not look far to see that the struggle between these differing worldviews has disturbed many lives. Indeed, the distrust between us still simmers, even as a demon-fog threatens to choke us all to death. Therefore, my friends, I ask you: would it not be perfection if, in our hour of struggle, we cast aside all of this inane debate? Wouldn’t everyone prosper if one faction took the helm and pushed our society forward? Would you not weep tears of joy if one man unified the nation and led us out of our endless winter? I argue, in all honesty, that you shouldn’t.
In truth, my friends, ideological battle is what sustains and safeguards England. Our different classes, different ideals, different theories, and different worlds ensure that nothing can destroy us! Do you remember the potato famine of Ireland?
If a Kingdom relies entirely upon a single crop, a blight that infests that crop will force the Kingdom to its knees. It is no different with people. Whenever the diseased thoughts of a madman infect a class of people who hold absolute power over an empire, that empire suffers and eventually collapses. Such was the case with Rome, such will be the case with England. That is, unless we stop it now.
Fellows, listen closely: power-hungry men from each group will come to you. They will tell you that their enemies are keeping England engulfed in fog. They will demand you help free England from its current, tragic imprisonment by stabbing your brother in the back. Should you listen, should you give in, you are tying the noose by which our Queen and country will hang.
God Save the Queen,