So here you are, Veronica Mars.
Here you are, a minute or so away from the most important moment of your life. More important than finding out who killed Lilly Kane, or who sent that busload of people off the cliff, or who committed those rapes at college.
More important than all of them put together.
It was one simple concept that brought you here: The truth.
Jack Nicholson ain't got nothin' on you, Veronica Mars. He couldn't have handled these truths. And Fox Mulder was a wuss. He never got as close as you have.
You have lived your life by this rule: The truth must come out.
Whatever the consequences, whatever you have to do or say to get it. It hasn't escaped you that more often than not you've lied to get the truth out; at times, too many times, worse. Lying, cheating, breaking & entering, blackmail –
Let's face it, you would have never come this far if you hadn't committed all of those, and more, at times. There's enough dirt out there on you to fill a football stadium; and some of it, more than you would have liked, is true.
So you had to get tougher than they were. Get dirtier, and nastier, than the people who were trying to bring you down. Make sure you had more on them than they had on you, so they knew that all that would result if they pushed things was a little M.A.D. And to those who thought that was a worthwhile sacrifice - -well, there was always someone they wanted to protect. People willing to throw themselves into the line of fire are a lot less willing to throw other people there. It's a lesson you've long since learned.
And it worked, Veronica Mars. Only a few whispers on the internet and the occasional rant on the radio. No one else took them seriously. To everyone else – everyone except those few who've been with you since the beginning, like Wallace and Eli (never "Weevil," not anymore; modern success stories of clawing your way up from the bottom aren't named "Weevil") and your darling husband.
And you've finally reached that point, Veronica Mars. The point where you, and only you, are in control of the truth.
And now it's time. The man in the robe stands there and you place your hand on the Bible and say . . .
"I, Veronica Mars, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States . . ."
Brava, Veronica Mars. Brava.