Hello again, Deralia the magnificent. This is King Ribaldequin. And I was hoping we could talk. Let's talk about government, shall we. Or more specifically, your government, dear Deralia. The Kingdom of Deralia.

Just who is the Kingdom?

Why, now that's simple, the Kingdom is you, Deralia. The Kingdom is your sister, your aunt, your friend, your, your neighbor. And well yes, the Royal Government is me as well, heh heh, uh hah. As your King, it is my responsibility to preside over our great Kingdom.

So, as your King, I am the voice, I am the heart, and soul of the Kingdom. That is to say, I am the voice, heart, and soul of Deralia. But only together, together, can we hope to reach our full potential. The way we were before the war. Whole. Beautiful. Powerful. One Kingdom, One Deralia. Now and Forever.

And now, dearest Deralia, we must say farewell. For there is much work to be done, and the Kingdom never rests. Never. Until we meet again, this is your King, Ribaldequin Leiro, signing off.

Added (08 Sep 2009, 3:39 Am)
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After some time, another patriotic broadcast came on.

Greetings, dearest Deralia. This is your King, Ribaldequin Leiro, let’s chat, shall we. We live in an age of poverty, greed, violence, destruction. Indeed the very seat of the federal government, Mithra, has been reduced to what is now known as the flaming crater. The flaming crater, how did it come to this Deralia? How did your leaders allow the most powerful planet on in the outer rim to die? The answer is really quite simple. Incompetence. Incompetence at the highest echelons of power. We put our trust, our faith, in halfwits. Our intrepid leaders had everything they wanted; power, wealth, prestige. It made them lazy Deralia. Oh yes, and laziness breeds stupidity. Rest assured, I will not make the mistakes of my predecessors. When Ribaldequin Leiro builds a Planet, he builds it to last. The Deralian Way. Don’t you, my darling Deralia, deserve that? Don’t you deserve a future free of war, and fear, and terrible uncertainty? Of course you do. As King of the Deralia, you have my solemn pledge. That I will never rest, never rest, until we have we have what we deserve. A place to truly call… Home. But for now, my Deralia, we must part. Restoring the greatest planet in the region to its former glory, well, huh huh, well that takes time, even for the Royal Government. Until we meet again, this is Ribaldequin Leiro, signing off.

A traditional deralian patriotic tune played tinnily after this.