Chapter 423: Chapter 195: Riddled with Flaws
Taylor continued, writing a third point on the whiteboard.
"Wallace’s bill is filled with mathematical models, supply chain theory, and distributed ledger technology. These terms are very sophisticated, very professional."
"And that is his Achilles’ heel."
Taylor looked at the elites seated before him.
"The American people are tired of experts. They’re tired of the economists who told them ’inflation is temporary,’ and they’re tired of the academics who told them ’globalization is good for you.’"
"We need to cultivate a sense of moral superiority—common sense versus the elites."
"We’re going to tell the voters that their instincts are correct. If something takes two hundred pages of mathematical formulas to prove it’s beneficial, it’s usually a scam."
"Trust your common sense. Trust what you see with your own eyes. That young man is trying to blind you with complex terminology to cover up the fact that he’s emptying the national treasury."
"We will frame ignorance as authenticity and define expertise as fraud."
A rustling sound filled the conference room as pen tips scratched across paper.
Everyone was scribbling furiously. Their boss was setting the tone for the work ahead.
Taylor said, "Wallace always claims he’s serving the people, but look at what he’s actually doing."
"He’s redesigning every corner of our cities. He’s dictating what jobs people should have, what kind of houses they should live in, and even how they should spend their money."
"We need to attack the legitimacy of his role. We’ll ask the voters: did you elect him to be a steward, or did you elect him to be a god?"
"He’s treating the people like lab rats. That model city he’s building in Pittsburgh is just one giant laboratory. He’s using the citizens’ lives to test his crazy social theories."
"That’s the attitude of a shepherd toward his flock, not a public servant toward his masters."
"And the final point is the most fatal of all."
Taylor turned, leaning his back against the whiteboard with his arms crossed.
"In Wallace’s bill, where does all the money go?"
"We’re going to exploit the working class’s most basic understanding of fairness: whoever sweats for it gets the money."
"We’ll tell them that what Wallace calls ’industrial upgrading’ is actually a plundering of resources."
"The money isn’t going to the workers breaking their backs on the assembly line, nor is it going to the truck drivers with grease-stained hands."
"The money is flowing to the people sitting in air-conditioned offices writing code, to the elites in management."
"He’s transferring the wealth of the laborers to the white-collar workers."
"This is a betrayal of the value of labor."
Taylor had precisely targeted the most sensitive, vulnerable, and easily provoked nerve in the hearts of Rust Belt voters.
"That is our strategy."
Taylor tossed the marker in his hand onto the table. It rolled twice and came to a stop.
"We just need to take what he’s said, what he plans to do, and show it to the American people—exactly as it is, but magnified tenfold."
"Let the voters judge for themselves what kind of America they truly want."
"A socialist utopia that encourages laziness, condones crime, and has the government run everything?"
"Or the great United States that reveres freedom, protects private property, and believes in individual struggle?"
The air in the room began to stir. Excitement started to fill their bodies.
These elites of the Republican Party had found their weapons again.
"Gentlemen, let’s get to work."
"Contact the media, mobilize our grassroots organizations, and prepare the questions for the hearings."
"We have a tough fight ahead of us."
Taylor walked to the window and gazed out at the brilliant nightscape of Washington.
In the distance, the Congress Building stood majestic in the night, a symbol of power and the epicenter of the struggle.
’Struggle is the true theme of this nation.’
’For over two hundred years since its founding, this country has been in a constant struggle. The Federalist Party versus the Anti-Federalist Party, the North versus the South, liberals versus conservatives.’
’This struggle isn’t internal friction. It’s a process of selection, of refinement.’
’Only in the most intense collisions, only in the clash of two completely different value systems, will the path that truly serves this nation’s interests reveal itself.’
’Wallace and Murphy represent an extremely dangerous experiment. They are trying to transplant Europe’s failed big-government model onto this free land.’
’We must stop them.’
’Through this fight, we will make the people see the real crisis, see the real choice.’
’We will prove that the price of freedom is eternal vigilance.’
’And we... are this nation’s watchmen.’
Taylor straightened his tie, his gaze firm and cold.
"Let the war begin."
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