What do you call ethical?

Is it the things that people do on their own volition?

Is it shaped by the expectations that your peers hold high above your head?

They call ethics a commonality within society, the very glue and spackle that prevent its foundations from the inevitable fraying from the yearly troubles of lack of maintenance.

And yet there is no true definition of what counts as, 'ethical.'

They say rules and policies and the lists of regulations piled grandiose upon the desks of ministers across differing jurisdictions are written in blood. A warning, almost, to negate the future negligence of those who decide that a deadline ought to be fulfilled regardless of feasibility, nor preparation time.

They also say that history is defined and wholeheartedly written by the victors. No one would be left to argue otherwise in a way that mattered.

Those who decide what is inherently 'correct' or 'incorrect' in any given subset, are in themselves victim to such a premise.

I?

I simply am under the belief of those rules holding relevant in the conversation about ethics.

For, in combat, there could have been many possibilities for preventing the blood sprays that split the streets in half between the filled pockets and the average hapless whelp.

Every single bone and group of cartilage broken is a regulation that could have been concocted in the minds of those who determine what is right or not.

Each and every haunting of a child is a child who would have gotten an opportunity to live their life in blissful ignorance of the world brought asunder by those who wish to ruin it.

Only to grow up in a tarnished world, of course.

The hypocrisy of it all is within the rigid grips of the concept of 'ethics', to say that life is dictated by a single man, or woman, or multiple people who have their own convictions of ethicality within a society that is not borne of one heart, one soul unique to any creature on Pac-World. It is in the same way that death is brought upon those who defy such ethics.

Those who are presumed evil, henceforth, are doomed by the system supposed to protect them, all in the name of ethics, and quickly condemned to death and damnation, all in the name of ethics.

Is it not a hypocritical reality?

I think so.

The hypocrisy of this country is naturally and innumerably damning at best, and set to cause complete and utter destruction by their own indiscretions at worst. To think that the very president of Pacopia has the best interest of its citizens at heart reveals one of many to be a fool, and when one soldier falls after the other in a sweeping conflict that wipes out the country's defenses, he will say that I am right.

But that humbled, quieted admission is not my goal, nothing close to an end to all bloodying ends. I have no want nor need for pitiful words, not anymore.

To be confined to the will of an incompetent leader is a life doomed to cease without due cause, effective once that leader fails to inhabit his duties that encompass the combined souls of this nation. Of the continent. Of the world.

Too long has this regime changed the social sphere for the worst, and the public opinion of an unearned mercy to those that have wronged us. The teeth that have protected the country have all but shed in favour of playing an infantile version of diplomatic chess; the wit in which a leader uses in his place as an embodying force ripped to shreds because of false allyship and uselessness in times of crisis.

We flail in the fields and high grasses and in turn we are rewarded with pity from those that do not take our forces seriously.

Assured joys in spite of a war torn country is a worthless currency to exchange for a life and afterlife of suffering—no, rather, it is the hate and contributive retribution of the spiteful class. The amalgamation of hatred within the condemned is the true way forward, to hate righteously is to live, and one must live and strive to hate those that have wronged him.

Be not mistaken, I do not speak of hate as the singular driving motivation than it is a tool to rid the nation of its political splinters, yet hate must become the new principle within the populace to move its people forward and to hold the antagonizers responsible for their senseless indescretions and torments.

Within a global shift from the tired concept of a dictated ethicality, shall be the birth of a new era free from the influences of former political corruption, in which I, Trayus Starrus Spheros, shall lead toward a bright future ahead for you, in a society unbound by a class left to wonder the sanctity of their livelihoods when their safeties could be guaranteed without bloodshed or trauma.

My ambitions and will, therefore, are the culminations of what I have envisioned for this broken country, for this broken world: the complete abolishment of the revolutions that seek to fracture my abilities to lead a country in my own image, and the reform of the continuously underperformed law enforcement that litter the streets.

All this, and more, as I take what should have been rightfully mine, and by proxy ours, to control for ourselves. There was not, nor was there ever true ethicality in the words and acts of the oppressors before me. What laid instead from out of the ashes and out from the woodwork was power.

Such power is undeserving to those who believe in the nonsense of the class society, only seeking to reward the corrupt as they send their own kin to stain the pavements with the blood of the nation's children.

It is so that, without hesitation, I shall intend to demolish the identity of, 'Pac-Man', the label and 'symbol of hope' only serving to undermine the responsibilities of the very pupils that were supposed to protect the very child that had been forced in a warzone to fight but have very evidently failed. I will no longer tolerate such dismissals on Pacopia's soil, and such sympathies towards the wretched practice shall be met with retributive hate as will be towards the regime's insufficient standards in adequate security.

In the new world, ethicality will be known as but a shield to protect the acts of the corrupt from punishment, and I will see to it that it is extracted and set ablaze in the inferno to cleanse the minds of the lost, in the North and South, from the West to the East, across the global continents with no abstain from what is truly required of this ruined society. Lost souls who know of self-governance will soon know true loyalty as I take Pacopia's reins in my own, for hate will become their true ally against global scrutiny for our failings.