Chapter 312: The Debate Part 2

President Ross adjusted his tie and leaned forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Mr. Wilson, are you suggesting that healthcare, free education, and job opportunities are unimportant? Do you not care about the well-being and future of the American people?"

Slade let out a hearty, derisive laugh and shook his head. "The so-called healthcare you're promising, Ross, is shit. It's basically a band-aid on a bullet wound. The free education you boast about is nothing more than a factory churning out mindless slaves for the corporations. And those job opportunities? They're nothing but poorly paying gigs disguised with 'benefits' that leave people working themselves to death."

Slade paused for a moment for dramatic effect, letting his words sink in before continuing. "What this country needs are self-reliant individuals and people growing their own businesses. We need to invest in improving infrastructure, not shiny new weapons. Families and those who serve this country also need real support, not empty promises."

The crowd's reaction was mixed, some nodding in agreement, others murmuring their dissent. President Ross's face tightened, struggling to maintain his composure. "All of that is useless if we can't protect ourselves. The extraterrestrial invasion from a few months ago and the current war with Markovia are clear signs that we need more military power."

Slade's eyes gleamed with a sharp, almost predatory light. "The biggest groups affected by those crises were the common people. The wealthy? They've already recovered. I mean, is it really that heartbreaking to lose your $5 million vacation home and have to move to your Caribbean mansion? Is it worse than a family losing everything they have, worth no more than a million total. Yet, the latest fighter aircraft costs over $5 billion each to make, and they've been useless in both instances you mentioned, Ross. How do you expect the people to trust you after such a blunder? The fact that you didn't acknowledge this basically says your government doesn't care to explain to taxpayers."

The tension in the room grew, with the audience practically holding their breath in anticipation for what Slade would say next. The host, sensing the debate veering into dangerous territory, quickly intervened. "Gentlemen, let's take a moment. If President Ross has nothing else to add, we can move on to questions from the press."

President Ross, visibly struggling to contain his frustration, nodded. "Let's move on."

The atmosphere in the room shifted as the press was given the green light to ask their questions. 

Like a pack of hungry vultures, reporters surged forward. Camera flashes sparked, capturing every moment of debate between Slade and Ross in hopes of getting the perfect shot. Just given how the debate started, everyone present new it was going to get countless views.

"Mr. President! Over here!"

"President Ross, can you clarify—"

"President Ross, your response to Mr. Wilson's accusations?"

President Ross, ever the seasoned politician, raised his hand for silence. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on familiar faces. He knew the game well; starting with friendly journalists would buy him some time to craft his responses. And so his first choice was a reporter from the Metropolis Daily, a publication with ties to his administration.

"Ms. Jackson, you have the floor," Ross said, nodding towards the eager journalist.

"Thank you, Mr. President," Ms. Jackson began, her tone respectful. "Could you elaborate on your administration's plan to improve national security in light of recent events?"

Ross offered a practiced smile. "Absolutely. Our administration has been working tirelessly to enhance our national security measures. We've implemented advanced surveillance systems, increased funding for counterterrorism units, and forged stronger alliances with international partners. These steps ensure that our nation remains vigilant and prepared for any threat."

As he spoke, Ross's mind raced. He needed to address the points Slade raised without falling into a trap. His strategy was clear: provide comprehensive answers to buy more time, then face the tougher questions head-on.

After a few more questions from friendly reporters, Ross spotted his opportunity. He needed to demonstrate transparency and show he wasn't avoiding the hard questions. With calculated precision, he pointed to Vicki Vale from the Gotham Gazette, knowing full well that she would challenge him.

"Ms. Vale, your question?" Ross invited, maintaining his composed demeanor.

Vicki Vale didn't waste a moment. "President Ross, in light of Mr. Wilson's statements, how do you justify the exorbitant spending on military technology that has proven ineffective in recent crises? And can you provide specific examples of how your administration plans to address the economic disparities caused by these events?"

Vicki's questions were direct, supported by hard facts and statistics. She had laid the groundwork for a challenging exchange.

But Ross took a deep breath and carefully crafted his response. "Ms. Vale, the investments in our military technology are a necessary precaution. While some may argue about their effectiveness, it's important to remember that these assets are part of a broader strategy to ensure our long-term security. We are constantly evaluating and adapting our approach to improve efficiency and impact."

He paused, letting his words sink in for a moment before addressing the second part of her question. "Regarding the economic disparities, our administration is committed to bridging the gap. We've introduced several programs aimed at supporting small businesses, providing job training, and increasing access to education. These initiatives are designed to empower individuals and create a more resilient economy."

Ross's response was polished, yet intentionally vague. He provided enough information to sound proactive without committing to specific actions that could be scrutinized later. It was a classic political maneuver, one that demonstrated his experience in handling the press.

Vicki, sensing the evasion, pressed further. "But Mr. President, how do you reconcile the disparity between the recovery of the wealthy and the struggles of the common people? The latest statistics show a widening gap in economic stability."

Ross nodded, but his expression began to falter a little. "I understand the concerns, Ms. Vale. It's a complex issue, and we are working diligently to address it. Our economic advisors are exploring various measures to ensure that recovery efforts are equitable and that every citizen has the opportunity to thrive."

The exchange was a masterclass in political strategy. Ross managed to answer the tough questions without giving away too much, all while maintaining an air of authority and control befitting of the president. 

It became clear that both President Ross and Slade were prepared for this battle of wits.