"Do not worry, sir, the notepad is just for drawings. No cheat sheets for me," he said, but mentally he swore. He was still drunk for much of that period, and it wasn't until the Toronto riots that he had sobered up. Still, he gave it his best.
"From what I remember, he was the underdog for most of the race. Fiery rhetoric and scathing critiques of the other candidates, who all represented the same tired back-and-forth that characterized much of Liberty politics for a long time. Corporate fronts, really. Still, he gave everyone a surprising show, Citizen Katz, the 'only real choice'. He had gained a surprising amount of popularity, all things considered. He must have scared someone upstairs, given them a run for their money, because of what followed. We both know, but I'll say it anyway because you asked."
"Toronto Station, the hockey game. I was in a bar on Thunder Bay Depot at the time, with friends. I was sober, for the most part, but I still liked a drink or two. We were watching the game, and suddenly, there was footage of Marines on Toronto! It was ridiculous, brazen, but there it was. He was shot, along with the local police chief, and the riots broke out, and then he surrendered. He became a martyr, but without actually dying. It was all rather surreal, crystallized, for me. As if everything had played out in slow motion as I watched. Still, it was a tragedy. Then he won the election, and put McLaughlin in his place. There were other details and stories, smaller ones, of course, and I have the vague memory of that other Commissar being involved, but I can't remember quite."
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
