Post by Dazzle on Jan 25, 2009 22:37:23 GMT -5
Dazzle never had a lot of admiration for "The Man." Although he was old enough to realize that the government wasn't really just a bunch of old rich men in a room plotting to keep the youngin's down, he still felt that politicians as a whole cared less about what was right and more about pandering to certain groups in order to get votes. When he had heard that his college debate club would be going to watch a real political press conference, he was less than enthusiastic.
"Great," he said to the moderator of the club. "Today's lesson
will be in lying through your teeth..."
The moderator was unimpressed by Dazzle's lack of enthusiasm, but not at all surprised. Ever since he joined the club, Dazzle never ceased to be pessimistic about nearly all organizations. He refused to follow even the most basic and logical of guidelines, simpy because he didn't even feel like following them. Still, he was by far the best public speaker in the club, and was the backbone of their competitive team.
Although incredibly scruffy-looking, his stage presence was mind-boggling. Dazzle reminded the moderator of Barack Obama or Ronald Reagan, except on some sort of oratory steroids. He managed to bring several first place trophies and many other awards, even though he always had points deducted for appearance. The moderator even tried to persuade him to run for a student council office, but he would in no way associate himself with a "corrupt" organization.
Dazzle was opposed to the debate club field trip, but he went along for the ride anyway. Trying to make the politicians choke on live television would be fun. When he arrived at the studio, he found himself in shock.
"Sakura TV?" he thought, "That's like the TMZ of Japan...No wonder we're allowed to view this...No one's gonna be watching a series thing on it anyway..."
The club entered the station, and all of the students were abuzz. Apparently, the Foreign Minister was going to make an important statement, although he had not yet publicly disclosed the agenda of this conference. Each student speculated what the subject would be, and the most exciting one by far was none other than the Kira case.
Most politicians did not want to touch the Kira case with a ten foot pole, claiming that it was a "legal problem, not a political one." Dazzle believed that the explanation was just political jargon for "I'm too scared for my own life to make a statement against Kira, but also too afraid that a pro-Kira statement would make me lose re-election."
Dazzle earnestly hoped that the Foreign Minister was going to make some sort of international political resolution, unlike the loose police coalition going on now. As far as he knew, the whole Kira Investigation Team headed by L was just a bluff, as he had not heard anything new in weeks.
"I've got about as much chance of catching Kira as L does..." thought Dazzle.
Despite the lack of progress in the investigation, a strong political resolution would probably be the biggest blow to Kira yet. Obviously Kira has some sort of God complex, and likes to be in control. All of the Kira supporters add fuel to the fire by encouring him. If countries offically make anti-Kira statements and discourage support, it would be a huge blow to his ego, perhaps even enough to throw him off of his game. Although risky, by convincing the common people to be anti-Kira would be the best passive aggressive strategy yet.
The club was seated right behind the reporters, sitting just a few feet away from the podium. Everyone in the room was anxious to hear what was to be said, and murmers about Kira filled the room. Perhaps they were about to witness a Kira killing right before their eyes. As the Foreign Minister walked out the the podium with his entourage of body guards, Dazzle's heart had begun to race. This was it. The moment of truth has arrived.
A silence fell upon the room. The clearly nervous politician began his speech.
"I've called this conference today," said the Foreign Minister, "because the most dire challenge of our generation is at hand, and yet, not one of our leaders has said anything about it. Why this is, I can not say. Many choose to ignore the situation out of fear. Well..." The speaker paused, thinking carefully about his next words, because they could easily be his last.
"Well..." he continued with stutter, "We can't let fear dominate us...We are the ones in control, not Kira..."
"Oh, he just did it," thought Dazzle, "If anything's gonna piss off that control freak it'd be that line..."
"I have received permission from a secret meeting of the Diet to issue this statement to Kira and all of the countries of the world: We firmly oppose Kira and support the international effort of his capture. As this is Japan's official stance, we call upon every Japanese citizen to openly oppose Kira. There is already legislation in the works to crack down on Kira supporters, and those who aid or glorify Kira in anyway will be brough to justice, just like their leader..."
By this point in time, the politician was sweaty, his suit damp. He paused for a second, looked around at the room, and went back to his speech...
"Great," he said to the moderator of the club. "Today's lesson
will be in lying through your teeth..."
The moderator was unimpressed by Dazzle's lack of enthusiasm, but not at all surprised. Ever since he joined the club, Dazzle never ceased to be pessimistic about nearly all organizations. He refused to follow even the most basic and logical of guidelines, simpy because he didn't even feel like following them. Still, he was by far the best public speaker in the club, and was the backbone of their competitive team.
Although incredibly scruffy-looking, his stage presence was mind-boggling. Dazzle reminded the moderator of Barack Obama or Ronald Reagan, except on some sort of oratory steroids. He managed to bring several first place trophies and many other awards, even though he always had points deducted for appearance. The moderator even tried to persuade him to run for a student council office, but he would in no way associate himself with a "corrupt" organization.
Dazzle was opposed to the debate club field trip, but he went along for the ride anyway. Trying to make the politicians choke on live television would be fun. When he arrived at the studio, he found himself in shock.
"Sakura TV?" he thought, "That's like the TMZ of Japan...No wonder we're allowed to view this...No one's gonna be watching a series thing on it anyway..."
The club entered the station, and all of the students were abuzz. Apparently, the Foreign Minister was going to make an important statement, although he had not yet publicly disclosed the agenda of this conference. Each student speculated what the subject would be, and the most exciting one by far was none other than the Kira case.
Most politicians did not want to touch the Kira case with a ten foot pole, claiming that it was a "legal problem, not a political one." Dazzle believed that the explanation was just political jargon for "I'm too scared for my own life to make a statement against Kira, but also too afraid that a pro-Kira statement would make me lose re-election."
Dazzle earnestly hoped that the Foreign Minister was going to make some sort of international political resolution, unlike the loose police coalition going on now. As far as he knew, the whole Kira Investigation Team headed by L was just a bluff, as he had not heard anything new in weeks.
"I've got about as much chance of catching Kira as L does..." thought Dazzle.
Despite the lack of progress in the investigation, a strong political resolution would probably be the biggest blow to Kira yet. Obviously Kira has some sort of God complex, and likes to be in control. All of the Kira supporters add fuel to the fire by encouring him. If countries offically make anti-Kira statements and discourage support, it would be a huge blow to his ego, perhaps even enough to throw him off of his game. Although risky, by convincing the common people to be anti-Kira would be the best passive aggressive strategy yet.
The club was seated right behind the reporters, sitting just a few feet away from the podium. Everyone in the room was anxious to hear what was to be said, and murmers about Kira filled the room. Perhaps they were about to witness a Kira killing right before their eyes. As the Foreign Minister walked out the the podium with his entourage of body guards, Dazzle's heart had begun to race. This was it. The moment of truth has arrived.
A silence fell upon the room. The clearly nervous politician began his speech.
"I've called this conference today," said the Foreign Minister, "because the most dire challenge of our generation is at hand, and yet, not one of our leaders has said anything about it. Why this is, I can not say. Many choose to ignore the situation out of fear. Well..." The speaker paused, thinking carefully about his next words, because they could easily be his last.
"Well..." he continued with stutter, "We can't let fear dominate us...We are the ones in control, not Kira..."
"Oh, he just did it," thought Dazzle, "If anything's gonna piss off that control freak it'd be that line..."
"I have received permission from a secret meeting of the Diet to issue this statement to Kira and all of the countries of the world: We firmly oppose Kira and support the international effort of his capture. As this is Japan's official stance, we call upon every Japanese citizen to openly oppose Kira. There is already legislation in the works to crack down on Kira supporters, and those who aid or glorify Kira in anyway will be brough to justice, just like their leader..."
By this point in time, the politician was sweaty, his suit damp. He paused for a second, looked around at the room, and went back to his speech...