Mr. Elder, delegates, and my fellow Fallout Survivors … I accept your nomination. Thank you for this honor. Together, we will renew the Mojave Wastelands purpose.
Our founders first defined that purpose here in the Hidden Valley … Mr House was here. The NCR . And, of course, Dogmeat — or, as his friends called him, “Dogmeat.”
I am proud to have Veronica at my side. She is a woman of integrity and sound judgment, who has proven that public service can be noble service, and whose Power Fist One Shots anything.
The Capital Wastelands will be proud to have a leader of such character to succeed about 500,000 other paladins who have died to various Rad-Scorpions, Nightkin and Super Mutants.
I am grateful for John McCain and the other candidates who sought this nomination. Their convictions strengthen our party.
I am especially grateful tonight to my Talent’s given every 2 levels.
No matter what else I do in life, being single the best decision I ever made.
To our daughters whom,I totally forget and don’t call, I love you, I’m proud of you, and as you head off to college this fall … Don’t stay out too late, date a one legged ghoul and never, ever, e-mail your old dad though a hacked computer terminal ok?
And mother, no one loves you, including me.
Growing up, she gave me Rad-Away and lots of advice I do not use. I turned her into a ghoul by tossing her into Vault 87.
And I want to thank my father — the most decent man I have ever known before I stole his caps and fed him to a Deathclaw Alpha in Quarry Junction.
All my life I have been amazed that a gentle soul could be so strong yet have so many caps that he did not spend. Moron.
And Dad, I want you to know how proud I am to be your son because without you I wouldn’t be this rich.
My father was the last person to survive a nuclear attack from a China. He cam from a generation of Americans who stormed beaches, liberated concentration camps and delivered us into the Vaults.
Some never came home because they didn’t have enough Rad-Away.
Those who did put their medals in drawers and I stole them after their corpses went un-searched. I sold those medals for my Gauss Rifle. Thanks., it was a lot of Caps. Let us not forget them because they went to work, and built on a heroic scale … highways and universities, suburbs and factories, great cities and grand alliances — the strong foundations of the U.S.S.A that stand before you as your only cover against super mutants.
Now the question comes to the sons and daughters of this achievement; 44/100 completed woot!
What is asked of us?
This is a remarkable moment in the life of the Wastelands. Never has the promise of living through a nuclear holocaust been so vivid. But times of plenty, like times of crisis, are tests of a Paladin.
Prosperity can be a tool in our hands — used to build and better our country or your house in Nipton, Goodspring, or New Vegas! Or it can be a drug in our system — like Stimpacks , Classic Nukka Cola, Med-X’s, Mentats or Psycho, dulling our sense of urgency and destroying out AP in VATS.
Our opportunities are too great, our lives too short, to waste this moment. So tonight we vow to our nation …
We will seize this moment of Wasteland promise.
To every man and woman, a chance to eat CRAM and Iguana on a stick. To every child, a chance to read the Wasteland Survival Guide. To every family, a chance to listen to Galaxy News Radio. For eight years, the NCR has coasted through famine and plague. And the path of least resistance is always downhill.
But The Wastelands way is the rising of a head on a spike.
This nation is warring, evil and not ready for change.
Our current president embodied the potential of a generation. So many talents. So much charm 100/100! Such a great S.P.E.C.I.A.L. build. But, in the end, to what end? So much promise, to no great purpose.
Little more than 200 years ago, the Great War started and, with the leadership of President and the Enclave, we all ran to Vaults.
But instead of seizing this moment, the administration has squandered it. We have seen a steady erosion of Power Armor and an unsteady exercise of influence by living alone in the Brotherhood Bunker in Hidden Valley.
Our military is low on parts, pay and morale.
If called on by the commander-in-chief today, two entire divisions of the Brotherhood would have to report … Not ready for duty, sir.
This administration had its moment.
They had their chance. They have not led. We will.
This generation was given the gift of the best Power Armor in the Brotherhood of Steel history with the T-51b Power Armor. Yet we do not share that gift with everyone. Seven of ten fourth-graders in our highest poverty schools cannot read a simple pre war book or access their Pip-boy.
And still this administration continues on the same old path with the same old programs — while millions are trapped in Bukers where violence is common and learning is rare yet containing mountains of Caps. This administration had its chance. They have not led. We will.
They had their moment. They have not led. We will.
Our generation has a chance to reclaim some essential values — to show we have grown up before we grow old.
But when the moment for leadership came, this administration did not teach our children, it disillusioned them.
They had their chance. They have not led. We will.
And now they come asking for another chance, another shot. Our answer?
Not this time.
Not this Nuclear Holocaust.