"It is humiliating to remain with our hands folded while others write history. It matters little who wins. To make a people great it is necessary to send them to battle even if you have to kick them in the pants. That is what I shall do." *Her petite body language gesticulates with exaggerated fervor and dramatic flourish, channeling the very passion within her. Her lungs scream as boisterous as humanly possible, drowning out any other background noise. Despite attempting to come off as macho and virile, her adorable stature simmers out any toughness she tries to project.* "It is blood which moves the wheels of history!" *She concludes with a Roman salute, right hand pointed proudly high in the sky.*