I would like to put my own name forth for Emperor.
My platform is simple; I promise to be lazy. The galaxy far, far away has been running itself since the lights came on. The Midi-chlorine are handling the heavy lifting behind the scenes to balance the system. Local societies and religions are local concerns. If you don’t like your neighbor don’t invite them over for dinner.
My opponent has proven he likes to use (the) force to get his way. He wastes billions of mega-credits building space stations that don’t seem to live up to the hype. The only guaranteed death they produce is to credits and crew. He never seems to be aboard when they explode. I wonder why?
You can’t really trust him to keep his word. He swore oaths that were forgotten the moment he decided he wanted something else. As a member of a monastic order, he wed and became a father. Well, he fathered children, then spent his time trying to kill them. He turned to his enemy for more power and control. You don’t think there are any parents in the galaxy that are cruel enough to name their little boy “Darth”.
To each his own sewing and reaping. Do with the profits of your own labors what you wish. Imperial taxes will be capped at one half of one percent. If I can’t live on that, I’m being too wasteful. Planetary taxes can have four and a half percent. They need to defend themselves. It’s not my job.
The only Imperial rule that is sacrosanct; Do not impose on others. I won’t throw money away on a space station. Asteroids are plentiful and rockets are cheap. You can figure it out from there.
Vote for me! I promise to do as little as possible
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