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Letters to Leo the Patriotic Lion: #49
Dear Mr. President:
I'm on the list of those waiting to be documented because I used to be a human being before CNG got to me, and now I'm stuck as a coyote. However, I'm an Army Captain who plays percussion instruments, so there's no doubt your friend Zachary and I would get along very well. Beating a drum and leading parades has pounded some discipline into him, and I'm thankful that I got witness the same thing work miracles on others. I'm not a drum major, however; I just obediently play the snare drum (or military field drum in parades) as commanded by the drum major. (That's a weird way to word it, but I have a history of wording things in bizarre manners.) I don't much experience with a full drum set; I'm almost always drumming on the march.
But my question to you is this: with all the duties you have as President, how do you still have so much time left over for music? Was it luck? Are you that good at running the country? Or was it the fact those CNG effects will take tens of thousands of years to wear off according to the C.I.D.F., and as a result, we still have people obeying you and your parallels to the last letter, where disobedience results in the supernatural handing them the death penalty? I may be confused, but CNG did that to all of us when it took our humanity away. Yet I'll never forget you saying, "If you have time to lead the country, you have time for music." And you show it with the drum major uniform you wear.
To confirm, I was in the middle of the battlefield when it got to me; it must have wanted me to be a soldier full-time, but the fact I'm in the Army was primarily to help with my college education. (I did not attend the U.S. Military Academy, though, but I do live in that area, and I have taken pleasure in hearing their musicians many times, and have also met your vice-president's famous father, who is one of the Hellcats.) The battlefield I speak of is located in Afghanistan. I was mainly trying to help protect the innocent civilians from getting hurt. Then CNG attacked, turned me into a coyote, turned some of the other soldiers into animals as well, and scared the crap out of the enemy so much, they either died on the spot or immediately dropped their weapons and screamed "WE SURRENDER!" (in Pashto and Dari, their official languages, of course). "That was easy," I said. "I don't know what happened to make them do that." It upset me to see that I was stuck as a coyote later on, and my fellow troops and I agreed that we hated CNG with a passion. It never let anybody do their jobs in the proper manner. It was forever violating everything in the Declaration of Human Rights by enslaving and killing off everybody just to get what it wanted. But I don't want Earth to be the new Kriegland.
I thank you for the opportunity to write this letter to you, and I'll more than likely see you in person when the C.I.D.F. document me as one that was a human, but is now stuck as an animal forever. I don't know if I will; it depends on where they do it, I guess.
Sincerely yours,
Captain Charles Peterson, age 37 (coyote; formerly human)
Now residing in West Point, New York, USA
Originally from Independence, MO, USA
Leo's response:
Dear Cpt. Peterson:
First off, thank you for your service; I salute you! The C.I.D.F. have often considered those humans who became permanent anthro animals to be a fate worse than dying, because you suddenly take a new appearance, even though your voice, overall personality, and interests didn't change. There were growing numbers of terrorists and other criminals still going after these individuals, however, and so that is why they started their big documentation project. Last year we had a ton of them appear at the White House so that we could do this, and when the time comes, we'll have another session, so that's probably where I'll see you if that is the case.
Your question, however, asked me about how I manage to have time for music even though I'm the lion running the country. I don't think the CNG phenomenon of making me the literal Galactic Emperor and my parallels as absolute monarchs of their domain has anything to do with it. I think that's just the way it coincidentally worked out. It helps that our world is the most peaceful it has ever been for the most part, even though we have conflicts still going. However, I'm not just the President. I'm still a G-52, and the G-52s consider the C.I.D.F. their sister organization. We're constantly guarding the world around the clock, and with CNG gone forever, it's easier than ever to do so. I've been playing a lot of video game music on the piano recently; that represents how my attitude towards the video game industry has changed over the years, but I had always appreciated the music. The public just didn't notice it until they voted me and Tom into office.
I always put my Presidential duty first, but with the results I've had, and with the way the rest of the world wants to work with me, it has left me quite a bit of time for music. The difference is that I haven't really had the time to write new military marches or a symphony; those take a long time, and you have to be devoted to music full time to do that. What I have been able to do is conduct and lead as a drum major a lot more, and because of how George D. Higgins popularized the idea of me being the Galactic Emperor in his political cartoons, I've been conducting a lot of "Star Wars" music lately (although I've also been conducting a lot more of John Williams as a whole lately; he may very well be the greatest living composer today, and CNG has left him alone because it saw that the humans are capable of doing things like this). The Imperial March in particular has gained a lot of popularity, but that's a bit of a cruel irony there because I'm not an evil dictator like the Emperor in "Star Wars" is; I'd get kicked out of the G-52s and sent to eternal isolation if I did behave like that. Not to mention I'd owe the Commander (Super C) $250,000 as a fine.
You are correct to say that the C.I.D.F. have said the effects will take tens of thousands of years to wear off (assuming the Lord lets the Earth live that long before the Second Coming of Christ happens), because that's how strong CNG was. The more we tried to fight back, the stronger it got, and the more we had people obeying me and my parallels to the last letter because it was killing them for disobeying me. The irony is that we wanted them to live their own lives as God intended. We didn't want them sacrificing their rights and freedoms that their governments now promise (because many foreign governments are modifying themselves so that the follow the example of the United States, but without losing their unique cultural elements that make them unique and special) just to make us happy. It's not human nature to behave like that, I don't think. Yet they did.
In the end, the only thing that could beat CNG was itself, and it had the ultimate meltdown and saw that it was never going to triumph in the end because the world was catching on to its agendas, and it had a severe fear of me and my parallels (my Swedish counterpart especially; I don't have to tell you why that is); all you had to do was say my name or the name of one of my parallels, and it melted down into nothing. In the end, in 2022, it finally ceased to exist. But be alert, because there are new supernatural forces out there picking up where it left; the difference is that it is letting humans continue to exist as humans. If anybody such as yourself did turn into an animal, then you are stuck with it forever. However, in your particular case, CNG saw that you were doing the things that it appreciate; you're in the military and you're a musician. Thus, when it turned you into a coyote, it boosted your musical ability to the level of the Forsythians, which are said to be "beyond professional."
I don't know what your career path will be when your time in the Army is up, but if music doesn't become your full-time career (which we can see is what CNG wanted for you), no worries. You'll sound as if you never missed a beat if you have a long hiatus from playing the drums, and then you decide to start drumming again.
Hope that helps; if not, feel free to write back and let me know what I missed. Alternatively, you can discuss it with me when we meet in person, since you have been nominated for the Presidential Medal of Freedom, I'm happy to announce. You turning into a coyote had nothing to do with it, however; it is simply the combination of your services and deeds from your military career that have won it for you. This is true for all the winners. (I think I made the manufactuers angry; they keep having to construct, create, and assemble those things because I've awarded more of those than all previous Presidents put together.)
Thanks for your letter, and keep fighting the good fight. You're a brave soldier, Captain. I'll tell Zachary Chandler you said hello; music indeed was a key factor in changing his life for the better.
Yours truly,
Leo Zanicchi, a.k.a. Leo the Patriotic Lion
President of the United States of America
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Letters to Leo the Patriotic Lion: #49
Dear Mr. President:
I'm on the list of those waiting to be documented because I used to be a human being before CNG got to me, and now I'm stuck as a coyote. However, I'm an Army Captain who plays percussion instruments, so there's no doubt your friend Zachary and I would get along very well. Beating a drum and leading parades has pounded some discipline into him, and I'm thankful that I got witness the same thing work miracles on others. I'm not a drum major, however; I just obediently play the snare drum (or military field drum in parades) as commanded by the drum major. (That's a weird way to word it, but I have a history of wording things in bizarre manners.) I don't much experience with a full drum set; I'm almost always drumming on the march.
But my question to you is this: with all the duties you have as President, how do you still have so much time left over for music? Was it luck? Are you that good at running the country? Or was it the fact those CNG effects will take tens of thousands of years to wear off according to the C.I.D.F., and as a result, we still have people obeying you and your parallels to the last letter, where disobedience results in the supernatural handing them the death penalty? I may be confused, but CNG did that to all of us when it took our humanity away. Yet I'll never forget you saying, "If you have time to lead the country, you have time for music." And you show it with the drum major uniform you wear.
To confirm, I was in the middle of the battlefield when it got to me; it must have wanted me to be a soldier full-time, but the fact I'm in the Army was primarily to help with my college education. (I did not attend the U.S. Military Academy, though, but I do live in that area, and I have taken pleasure in hearing their musicians many times, and have also met your vice-president's famous father, who is one of the Hellcats.) The battlefield I speak of is located in Afghanistan. I was mainly trying to help protect the innocent civilians from getting hurt. Then CNG attacked, turned me into a coyote, turned some of the other soldiers into animals as well, and scared the crap out of the enemy so much, they either died on the spot or immediately dropped their weapons and screamed "WE SURRENDER!" (in Pashto and Dari, their official languages, of course). "That was easy," I said. "I don't know what happened to make them do that." It upset me to see that I was stuck as a coyote later on, and my fellow troops and I agreed that we hated CNG with a passion. It never let anybody do their jobs in the proper manner. It was forever violating everything in the Declaration of Human Rights by enslaving and killing off everybody just to get what it wanted. But I don't want Earth to be the new Kriegland.
I thank you for the opportunity to write this letter to you, and I'll more than likely see you in person when the C.I.D.F. document me as one that was a human, but is now stuck as an animal forever. I don't know if I will; it depends on where they do it, I guess.
Sincerely yours,
Captain Charles Peterson, age 37 (coyote; formerly human)
Now residing in West Point, New York, USA
Originally from Independence, MO, USA
Leo's response:
Dear Cpt. Peterson:
First off, thank you for your service; I salute you! The C.I.D.F. have often considered those humans who became permanent anthro animals to be a fate worse than dying, because you suddenly take a new appearance, even though your voice, overall personality, and interests didn't change. There were growing numbers of terrorists and other criminals still going after these individuals, however, and so that is why they started their big documentation project. Last year we had a ton of them appear at the White House so that we could do this, and when the time comes, we'll have another session, so that's probably where I'll see you if that is the case.
Your question, however, asked me about how I manage to have time for music even though I'm the lion running the country. I don't think the CNG phenomenon of making me the literal Galactic Emperor and my parallels as absolute monarchs of their domain has anything to do with it. I think that's just the way it coincidentally worked out. It helps that our world is the most peaceful it has ever been for the most part, even though we have conflicts still going. However, I'm not just the President. I'm still a G-52, and the G-52s consider the C.I.D.F. their sister organization. We're constantly guarding the world around the clock, and with CNG gone forever, it's easier than ever to do so. I've been playing a lot of video game music on the piano recently; that represents how my attitude towards the video game industry has changed over the years, but I had always appreciated the music. The public just didn't notice it until they voted me and Tom into office.
I always put my Presidential duty first, but with the results I've had, and with the way the rest of the world wants to work with me, it has left me quite a bit of time for music. The difference is that I haven't really had the time to write new military marches or a symphony; those take a long time, and you have to be devoted to music full time to do that. What I have been able to do is conduct and lead as a drum major a lot more, and because of how George D. Higgins popularized the idea of me being the Galactic Emperor in his political cartoons, I've been conducting a lot of "Star Wars" music lately (although I've also been conducting a lot more of John Williams as a whole lately; he may very well be the greatest living composer today, and CNG has left him alone because it saw that the humans are capable of doing things like this). The Imperial March in particular has gained a lot of popularity, but that's a bit of a cruel irony there because I'm not an evil dictator like the Emperor in "Star Wars" is; I'd get kicked out of the G-52s and sent to eternal isolation if I did behave like that. Not to mention I'd owe the Commander (Super C) $250,000 as a fine.
You are correct to say that the C.I.D.F. have said the effects will take tens of thousands of years to wear off (assuming the Lord lets the Earth live that long before the Second Coming of Christ happens), because that's how strong CNG was. The more we tried to fight back, the stronger it got, and the more we had people obeying me and my parallels to the last letter because it was killing them for disobeying me. The irony is that we wanted them to live their own lives as God intended. We didn't want them sacrificing their rights and freedoms that their governments now promise (because many foreign governments are modifying themselves so that the follow the example of the United States, but without losing their unique cultural elements that make them unique and special) just to make us happy. It's not human nature to behave like that, I don't think. Yet they did.
In the end, the only thing that could beat CNG was itself, and it had the ultimate meltdown and saw that it was never going to triumph in the end because the world was catching on to its agendas, and it had a severe fear of me and my parallels (my Swedish counterpart especially; I don't have to tell you why that is); all you had to do was say my name or the name of one of my parallels, and it melted down into nothing. In the end, in 2022, it finally ceased to exist. But be alert, because there are new supernatural forces out there picking up where it left; the difference is that it is letting humans continue to exist as humans. If anybody such as yourself did turn into an animal, then you are stuck with it forever. However, in your particular case, CNG saw that you were doing the things that it appreciate; you're in the military and you're a musician. Thus, when it turned you into a coyote, it boosted your musical ability to the level of the Forsythians, which are said to be "beyond professional."
I don't know what your career path will be when your time in the Army is up, but if music doesn't become your full-time career (which we can see is what CNG wanted for you), no worries. You'll sound as if you never missed a beat if you have a long hiatus from playing the drums, and then you decide to start drumming again.
Hope that helps; if not, feel free to write back and let me know what I missed. Alternatively, you can discuss it with me when we meet in person, since you have been nominated for the Presidential Medal of Freedom, I'm happy to announce. You turning into a coyote had nothing to do with it, however; it is simply the combination of your services and deeds from your military career that have won it for you. This is true for all the winners. (I think I made the manufactuers angry; they keep having to construct, create, and assemble those things because I've awarded more of those than all previous Presidents put together.)
Thanks for your letter, and keep fighting the good fight. You're a brave soldier, Captain. I'll tell Zachary Chandler you said hello; music indeed was a key factor in changing his life for the better.
Yours truly,
Leo Zanicchi, a.k.a. Leo the Patriotic Lion
President of the United States of America
Letters to Leo the Patriotic Lion: #49
Leo's forty-ninth letter.
Leo himself, G-52s, C.I.D.F., etc. © me and me alone
Parallels of Leo are joint-owned by me and Chuong
GSAF, AIRAF, F5 Terror Force, UN1024s, etc. © Chuong alone
Star Wars © Disney, Lucasfilm, Ltd., and everybody else who owns the rights
Imperial March: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bzWSJG93P8
AI art picture on my DA that inspired the letter: https://www.deviantart.com/aiartpar.....ade-1009367990
Leo himself, G-52s, C.I.D.F., etc. © me and me alone
Parallels of Leo are joint-owned by me and Chuong
GSAF, AIRAF, F5 Terror Force, UN1024s, etc. © Chuong alone
Star Wars © Disney, Lucasfilm, Ltd., and everybody else who owns the rights
Imperial March: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bzWSJG93P8
AI art picture on my DA that inspired the letter: https://www.deviantart.com/aiartpar.....ade-1009367990
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Zachary: A fellow Army coyote!
Zax: Since we're talking about CNG and supernatural forces, I wonder if Marshall would be hit by supernatural forces just for taking Outrageous Otter to Las Vegas.
Marshall: We're fine, especially if we don't gamble. If the main reason for us being there is to watch our 49ers in the Super Bowl, that's perfectly acceptable. In fact, we got our 49ers gear loaded up with us. We want to have good times in our lives too.
Chuong: Funnily enough, this is the 49th letter Leo received. Coincidence?
Juno: You and the rest of Luong's administration are still invited to the Super Bowl, just like our allies. Remember, our suite has room for all of you.
Chuong: Might as well I guess since Super Bowl tickets are expensive as it is. I'm still beyond grateful that your administration has put us as your VIPs and continue to invite us to events like the Super Bowl. I could not ask for anything better. And the fact that this is in Las Vegas this year, that's like the universe to me. A nice hotel suite in the city of glitz and glamour for the Super Bowl is uhm... This isn't something many people, even the Americans, get to enjoy.
Juno: You earned it so have a good time with us since this year is our election year.
Zax: Since we're talking about CNG and supernatural forces, I wonder if Marshall would be hit by supernatural forces just for taking Outrageous Otter to Las Vegas.
Marshall: We're fine, especially if we don't gamble. If the main reason for us being there is to watch our 49ers in the Super Bowl, that's perfectly acceptable. In fact, we got our 49ers gear loaded up with us. We want to have good times in our lives too.
Chuong: Funnily enough, this is the 49th letter Leo received. Coincidence?
Juno: You and the rest of Luong's administration are still invited to the Super Bowl, just like our allies. Remember, our suite has room for all of you.
Chuong: Might as well I guess since Super Bowl tickets are expensive as it is. I'm still beyond grateful that your administration has put us as your VIPs and continue to invite us to events like the Super Bowl. I could not ask for anything better. And the fact that this is in Las Vegas this year, that's like the universe to me. A nice hotel suite in the city of glitz and glamour for the Super Bowl is uhm... This isn't something many people, even the Americans, get to enjoy.
Juno: You earned it so have a good time with us since this year is our election year.
Super C: I don't think Marshall is in any danger. It's the humans it's going after.
Leo: Indeed. But you can't be too sure of anything.
Luong: I don't think that was a coincidence.
Super C: And you did earn it, Moon Moon. Just don't take it for granted.
*Cpt. Peterson gives Zachary the military salute.*
Leo: Indeed. But you can't be too sure of anything.
Luong: I don't think that was a coincidence.
Super C: And you did earn it, Moon Moon. Just don't take it for granted.
*Cpt. Peterson gives Zachary the military salute.*
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