Luella Saint-Luce - capitol [fin]
Mar 11, 2022 20:19:13 GMT -5
Post by rook on Mar 11, 2022 20:19:13 GMT -5
Members of the Council,
I am writing to you to thank you for your time last week. I commend you in your decision to appoint me as the new Editor in Chief of Victor's View Magazine, this is an astute decision that both parties will benefit from, of that I have no doubt.
My years of work for the late President Snow is well documented. It was an honour to write some of his most famous public addresses, and to have been able to shape Panem's public opinion to the Capitol's needs. But now that his time has passed, we must look to the future of our nation.
As we approach a historic decade leading up the centenary of the rebellion it is more critical than ever that we maintain maximum control over the population of Panem. Keeping our finger on the pulse of public opinion and mitigating any discourse will be critical during what will no doubt be a sensitive time for the Districts.
We must not underestimate the effect this anniversary will have. Therefore in addition to our discussions I propose we meet every other Tuesday to touch base on this matter.
Following on from my interview, I want to reiterate that I am very keen to implement your vision for public relations - in particular I agree that citizens of the Capitol have become too soft since Cornelius' passing, and that many within the city see the Council as weak compared to the previous administration's more authoritarian rule.
You'll find the first issue of Victors View under my editorial command will focus primarily on shifting the narrative on the Capitol's newfound strength and unity.
As discussed, I have a great love for the people of the Capitol, and I cannot wait to deliver on your proposal. There is no one better suited in Panem than myself to oversee this project. I look forward to catching up again next week on the above.
Warm regards,
Luella Saint-Luce
I am writing to you to thank you for your time last week. I commend you in your decision to appoint me as the new Editor in Chief of Victor's View Magazine, this is an astute decision that both parties will benefit from, of that I have no doubt.
My years of work for the late President Snow is well documented. It was an honour to write some of his most famous public addresses, and to have been able to shape Panem's public opinion to the Capitol's needs. But now that his time has passed, we must look to the future of our nation.
As we approach a historic decade leading up the centenary of the rebellion it is more critical than ever that we maintain maximum control over the population of Panem. Keeping our finger on the pulse of public opinion and mitigating any discourse will be critical during what will no doubt be a sensitive time for the Districts.
We must not underestimate the effect this anniversary will have. Therefore in addition to our discussions I propose we meet every other Tuesday to touch base on this matter.
Following on from my interview, I want to reiterate that I am very keen to implement your vision for public relations - in particular I agree that citizens of the Capitol have become too soft since Cornelius' passing, and that many within the city see the Council as weak compared to the previous administration's more authoritarian rule.
You'll find the first issue of Victors View under my editorial command will focus primarily on shifting the narrative on the Capitol's newfound strength and unity.
As discussed, I have a great love for the people of the Capitol, and I cannot wait to deliver on your proposal. There is no one better suited in Panem than myself to oversee this project. I look forward to catching up again next week on the above.
Warm regards,
Luella Saint-Luce
You have a deep hatred for the people of the Capitol.
Gingerbread people meandering around with cotton candy hair and liquorice smiles, their brains oversaturated by a consumerist culture and a sedentary lifestyle.
Wanting for nothing has made their species weak. It has made them stupid. They stare at screens, drink in information like leeches, not daring to have a single original thought for themselves. In fact, these days, they'll believe anything you tell them.
The sad truth for them, you suppose, is that their reality is entirely distorted. They see it through a pink lens, one that you have tinted so that they see things in your light. The neon billboards, the reality shows, the cocktail parties, it's just there to distract. It is an overlay for all the subliminal messaging that you have carefully laid down.
You are rewiring their brains to keep them stupid. To keep them compliant.
You are of the belief that their minds aren't their own. To you, they don't have that right. They don't deserve the luxury of free thinking.
They'll think how you want them to think.
You came from the gutter. Nothing more than a street rat from Nine, who's father sold you to a factory so that he could have enough money to drink and gamble away what was left of his miserable life. He was dead within a month, you were working in the chimneys before you were ten.
You know what it's like to suffer. You've seen first hand the consequences of freedom, how when the districts are left to their own devices it is always chaos that follows. Things just work better when people are told what to do. That's what people want, some power to be responsible for them, to look after them.
You had to step on a few peoples necks to get to where you are today. Dirty little factory girls from Nine don't just walk into the Capitol and work for President Snow. It was a long, arduous process, and there are people who are dead because of the things you wrote about them.
You don't lose any sleep over it. You helped fortify a dynasty.
And now you have a second golden age at your fingertips.
Gingerbread people meandering around with cotton candy hair and liquorice smiles, their brains oversaturated by a consumerist culture and a sedentary lifestyle.
Wanting for nothing has made their species weak. It has made them stupid. They stare at screens, drink in information like leeches, not daring to have a single original thought for themselves. In fact, these days, they'll believe anything you tell them.
The sad truth for them, you suppose, is that their reality is entirely distorted. They see it through a pink lens, one that you have tinted so that they see things in your light. The neon billboards, the reality shows, the cocktail parties, it's just there to distract. It is an overlay for all the subliminal messaging that you have carefully laid down.
You are rewiring their brains to keep them stupid. To keep them compliant.
You are of the belief that their minds aren't their own. To you, they don't have that right. They don't deserve the luxury of free thinking.
They'll think how you want them to think.
You came from the gutter. Nothing more than a street rat from Nine, who's father sold you to a factory so that he could have enough money to drink and gamble away what was left of his miserable life. He was dead within a month, you were working in the chimneys before you were ten.
You know what it's like to suffer. You've seen first hand the consequences of freedom, how when the districts are left to their own devices it is always chaos that follows. Things just work better when people are told what to do. That's what people want, some power to be responsible for them, to look after them.
You had to step on a few peoples necks to get to where you are today. Dirty little factory girls from Nine don't just walk into the Capitol and work for President Snow. It was a long, arduous process, and there are people who are dead because of the things you wrote about them.
You don't lose any sleep over it. You helped fortify a dynasty.
And now you have a second golden age at your fingertips.
