OOC: Does he even have to die? I mean, the revolution should be over by 1940.
America: Write Your Own History
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OOC: Does he even have to die? I mean, the revolution should be over by 1940.
Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
OOC: and lose the eternal fame of death by icepick?
mrrandomplayer
Hopeless Situation Warrior
It has become clear that Browder is an evil tyrant, and has shed his sheep's clothing and made America into a totalitarian dictatorship. Browder must be overthrown as soon as possible and democracy must be restored! He has violated the constitution innumerable times and thus, I, former Senator T. Renzo Lancelot Trevisan, officially declare the United States of America to no longer exist as the nation it was and the Constitution to be broken beyond redemption by the evil Browderites, and all steps must be taken to remove Browder and his evil government from power and restore democracy to America.
-T. Renzo Lancelot Trevisan, American in Exile
-T. Renzo Lancelot Trevisan, American in Exile
OOC: He could die later in life by climbing Everest when an icepick falls from a sherpa and kills him.
Lord Bigfoot
King
So with the fact that Browder's building a nuclear arsenal we should invade NOW! The East Coast is open and ready for an invasion.
Completely agree. Cause unrest and resistance, then send an army to free the East Coast.
Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
OOC: He could die later in life by climbing Everest when an icepick falls from a sherpa and kills him.
OOC: That would make for a really epic death
Lord Bigfoot
King
I still have some communication between what's left of the Dixie Army and myself. They're down to about a thousand soldiers and while i've been telling them to disband they won't and keep demanding me to send them on one last mission. Thing is they'll die if I do that and they know it. However given the recent events I think i've got the perfect mission for them. Anyone want to see Dixie's last stand take place in DC?
OOC: That would make for a really epic death
OOC: Better yet, as they're descending from Everest and he's the first person from outside Nepal to reach the top.
Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
they would be remembered forever as the 1000 brave men who saved the world
FOR DIXIE!
Spoiler :
Lord Bigfoot
King
they would be remembered forever as the 1000 brave men who saved the world
FOR DIXIE!
Spoiler :
Very well. I've still got a few details to iron out and was thinking they could maybe provide a distraction for the invasion force. However if we can't make that happen they'll be heading straight for Browder.
They can't capture DC, they can only kill Browder and his allies. That's the mission; either kill or capture Browder. If not, capture his allies in Congress. It needs to be quick and would involve air transport to off shore vessel for easy escape and maximizing survivability.
Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
i want that bastards head sent to me on a silver plate!
*ahem* the 4th international can supply 5 large privately owned aircraft as well as 10 top of the line fighters + a re-construction of the red baron's triplane
will that be enough?
Lord Bigfoot
King
Never intended for them to take the city.
That'll do just fine.
OOC: Now all we need is RT's approval for this.
baseballpie
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I, Ex-Govenor of New York Logan Whitmeyer, (With 750 hours of experience from the Polly War) offer to personally fly point in the fighter squadron, for there is no better purpose than to fight for liberty. If I do not return, then I regret that I have but only one life to give for my country.
Moai_Spammer
Ave, True to Caesar!
Agreed
I will also personally fly in the Red-Baron triplane replica
i may be screwed, but liberty is worth it
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Editorial in the London Telegraph, by Luigi Guglielmo (dated August 11, 1934)
As an expatriate of America, I looked at the tumultuous events occurring there with a significant disinterest. They no longer affected me directly; an ocean away, the North American continent may as well be another planet. I knew how the American bureaucracy and the American populace groaned and shaked under the actions of Foster and Browder, but I believed that it was in a genuine attempt to establish Communism in a nation historically contemptuous of that ideology. With the most powerful, populous, and industrialized nation undergoing revolution, they figured, it would be inevitable before the rest of the world follows suit, this time for good.
I figured that they were for good. After all, Communism seeks to disestablish the capitalist mode of production and eventually replace it with a humane society, where every man can fulfill his true potential without the castigating influence of the bourgeois. Implicit in the ideology is a sense of internationalism and solidarity - all people are created equal. The now-discarded United States Constitution stated this on its preamble, but the constitution's executors were hypocritical - they owned slaves, disenfranchised the poor and women, and committed a genocide against the Native Americans. Communists, on the other hand, were genuine - they only oppressed the oppressors, and gave the formerly oppressed a voice on the world stage.
So it seemed. When I was younger, I was wondering why the United States had this tendency to declare war on the socialist states of the world. Freedom fighting against freedom? It seemed strange. So I was relieved when the United States established itself as socialist as well - the hypocrisy seemed to be discarded at last. Even the killings performed by Foster and Browder seemed, if I am to be rude, insignificant in the context of history, the context of worldwide revolution. The distance thing didn't help either - it only magnifies the "one man is always the dead - and two million is always just a statistic" feeling expressed by Erich Remarque. Even when Foster and Browder seemed more and more like dictators by the passing day, I always held onto the hope that that would change, that it would give way to a true freedom.
No I am under no such misconceptions. This can be attributed to two things. First is Browder's executive order, issued last month and nicknamed "Operation Eagle." The sheer scale of the imprisonments and executions have gotten much larger since its passage. As much as this just appears to just be an addition of a few more millions, it crosses a line for me, a line between benign and malignant dictatorship. It's not only the numbers, either. The fact that children are now expected to report on their parents, that the guy across the street may be a SESTAP agent, that your phone calls may be wiretapped or that your letters may be intercepted - they go far beyond the level of effort of simply being authoritarian. This is totalitarianism - the invasion of the state into every facet of their lives, with a malicious purpose to boot.
The second thing occurred just yesterday, here in London. I'm currently here because I'm expecting to meet the British writer Eric Blair (or George Orwell, as he now prefers to be called), who I had been corresponding with over the past few months. He has expressed similar feelings to me about both Communism in general and the Second American Revolution in particular (which he calls "yet another instance of bogus communism"). When I arrived in London and was driving to my hotel, however, a spectacular coincidence happened. A woman on a bicycle, wearing an opened brown jacket, faded jeans, soiled Converse shoes, a mess disheveled brown hair, and a tawny duffel bag on her back was riding on the opposite lane. She was strolling at a moderate speed when she apparently spotted me. "Mr. G, Mr. G!" she hollered as she sped towards me, her right arm waving high in the air and her left arm steadily maintaining control over the bicycle.
I know her; Danielle Glowinski is her name. She's an interesting character, to say the least. An alumnus of my Model United Nations program (which unfortunately has been suspended in the United States by the Operation Eagle), she was part of the group that experienced the infamous United Nations Shooting of 1921. She was unharmed physically, but she had retained psychological scars: I had seen her crying with her friends since the incident, and she has apparently seeked psychological counseling various times over the past few years. But despite these traumas, whenever she had been in public, she had maintained a sanguine appearance, going to parties and dances and being your stereotypical flapper of the 1920s.
That facade was shattered when I met Danielle on that afternoon. Her eyes were bloodshot and had rings of bruises around them. Her hair was matted and greasy. Her teeth were stained and were filled with food scraps between them. Her hands had cuts and bite marks all over them. Her bare feet were calloused; the nail on her middle toe on her right foot had completely fallen off, while two other toenails were split along their entirety. When she came into my hotel room, where she remains at the moment, and took off her jacket to reveal a blue tank top soiled with dirt and perspiration, I kindly asked her to take a bath.
The story she told me after her bath (and a hearty meal) was sobering. After graduating from Pace University in New York, she moved to her hometown of Fresno. It was witnessing the birth of a new film industry; though it was struggling against the established behemoths of Chicago and San Francisco, it was an attractive site for indie filmmakers. There, she had participated in a number of different movies, to varying sucess. Despite the inconsistency of her fortunes, Danielle was happy, chatting with her friends across the nation and spending time with her family. Life seemed to be good.
Then Earl Browder came. Her parents were fairly left-wing, as people from California tended to be, but Browder's authoritarianism was too much for them. As good citizens of the Union, on 4 July 1934 - the independence date of the United States - they traveled to San Francisco and took to the streets, where they led a peaceful protest. There, they demanded the resignation of Browder and an investigation into his obviously corrupt election. In response, Browder's men gunned both of them down, along with hundreds of other protesters. But Browder went far beyond that level of effort. In the dark of the night, Browder's nascent personal police force identified Danielle's address, stormed her house, and killed everyone inside. Only Danielle was spared - she happened to be at a convenience store - but she quickly heard the news from the neighbor. "Run, Danielle, run," her neighbor said. "It's not safe here. Even this phone call has put me in grave danger. Just run. Now."
And so she ran - across the nation, in fact. She ran from Fresno to Salt Lake City, from Denver to Chicago. It became literal when her car broke down in Cincinnati and had to run from there to New York. Sometimes, there was nobody in sight and she had to sleep in the wilderness, subsisting on whatever food she brought since she left that convenience store, never to return. When she did had the luxury of eating and sleeping under a roof, she had to assume an alias - her entire family was placed by Browder on a "Master List of Enemies," and she was the last piece of the puzzle for his men to find.
After a month's run in a nation turned hostile, she found herself on an illegal boat, carrying refugees to the British Isles. Danielle was just one of the thousands who found themselves as political refugees, threatened by a regime that opposed their views either diametrically or tangentially. It was not a fate she wanted; despite her involvement in Model UN, she remained a fairly apolitical person, focusing her energies on arts and athletics as opposed to debating with other talking heads. But when push came to shove, Browder didn't care; he wanted her out. And thus, she became one in a huddling mass, yearning for a land where they would not be persecuted. In her case, it is here, the Commonwealth of Britain, where even here I can say that I'm a Communist without persecution.
In the end, as soon as she set foot here, a great yoke was lifted off her shoulders. She will not die at the hands of faceless police. She can start anew, even though she only has the clothes that she is wearing and the food stored in her duffel bag. For the first time in more than a month, she is experiencing hope and happiness; being deprived of it for so long makes such feelings feel like ambrosia and nectar. But challenges still remain; she is a strong woman, I know that, but even as I write tears flow out of her eyes.
She is, of course, not the only victim. At the end of our conversation, she said that precisely fourty-two members of her class were killed in the oppression, on both sides of the conflict. Twelve of them were from Model UN, and five of them were members of my creative writing course, but all fourty-two names resonated inside of me. Then she went on to list the number of people in previous and subsequent classes who were killed or imprisoned. Four hundred and sixteen people in total, she proclaimed.
I would like to end this note comparing Browder and his administration with the group that perpetrated the United Nations Shooting, the Lord's Resistance Army. Never mind their proclaimed ideological differences. They are both highly authoritarian in nature, with no room for even minute differences from their established ideologies. They are willing to use mass murder and terrorism to achieve their aims. They want power, the control of peoples' lives, the supremacy of their worldview over that of others. At least the LRA were a bunch of rag-tags whose kills number ten. Browder's administration is at the helm of the most powerful entity ever seen in the history of the world. Its death count is in the tens of thousands, if not hundreds. They profess to advance the world in the sake of Communism, but in their actions, they are no better than the tyrants who came before them.
So if you are reading this, Browder, I say this - stop stamping on the face of Communism. You are not a Communist; you are a totalitarian who wants to become the world's ultimate bourgeois, killing innocent people like Danielle's family and destroying the freedoms and liberties that were expressed in both the Constitution and the Manifesto.
Editor's Note: The next day, the Browder administration revoked Guglielmo's American citizenship. Browder personally issued an edict that barred Guglielmo from stepping on American soil until further notice.
As an expatriate of America, I looked at the tumultuous events occurring there with a significant disinterest. They no longer affected me directly; an ocean away, the North American continent may as well be another planet. I knew how the American bureaucracy and the American populace groaned and shaked under the actions of Foster and Browder, but I believed that it was in a genuine attempt to establish Communism in a nation historically contemptuous of that ideology. With the most powerful, populous, and industrialized nation undergoing revolution, they figured, it would be inevitable before the rest of the world follows suit, this time for good.
I figured that they were for good. After all, Communism seeks to disestablish the capitalist mode of production and eventually replace it with a humane society, where every man can fulfill his true potential without the castigating influence of the bourgeois. Implicit in the ideology is a sense of internationalism and solidarity - all people are created equal. The now-discarded United States Constitution stated this on its preamble, but the constitution's executors were hypocritical - they owned slaves, disenfranchised the poor and women, and committed a genocide against the Native Americans. Communists, on the other hand, were genuine - they only oppressed the oppressors, and gave the formerly oppressed a voice on the world stage.
So it seemed. When I was younger, I was wondering why the United States had this tendency to declare war on the socialist states of the world. Freedom fighting against freedom? It seemed strange. So I was relieved when the United States established itself as socialist as well - the hypocrisy seemed to be discarded at last. Even the killings performed by Foster and Browder seemed, if I am to be rude, insignificant in the context of history, the context of worldwide revolution. The distance thing didn't help either - it only magnifies the "one man is always the dead - and two million is always just a statistic" feeling expressed by Erich Remarque. Even when Foster and Browder seemed more and more like dictators by the passing day, I always held onto the hope that that would change, that it would give way to a true freedom.
No I am under no such misconceptions. This can be attributed to two things. First is Browder's executive order, issued last month and nicknamed "Operation Eagle." The sheer scale of the imprisonments and executions have gotten much larger since its passage. As much as this just appears to just be an addition of a few more millions, it crosses a line for me, a line between benign and malignant dictatorship. It's not only the numbers, either. The fact that children are now expected to report on their parents, that the guy across the street may be a SESTAP agent, that your phone calls may be wiretapped or that your letters may be intercepted - they go far beyond the level of effort of simply being authoritarian. This is totalitarianism - the invasion of the state into every facet of their lives, with a malicious purpose to boot.
The second thing occurred just yesterday, here in London. I'm currently here because I'm expecting to meet the British writer Eric Blair (or George Orwell, as he now prefers to be called), who I had been corresponding with over the past few months. He has expressed similar feelings to me about both Communism in general and the Second American Revolution in particular (which he calls "yet another instance of bogus communism"). When I arrived in London and was driving to my hotel, however, a spectacular coincidence happened. A woman on a bicycle, wearing an opened brown jacket, faded jeans, soiled Converse shoes, a mess disheveled brown hair, and a tawny duffel bag on her back was riding on the opposite lane. She was strolling at a moderate speed when she apparently spotted me. "Mr. G, Mr. G!" she hollered as she sped towards me, her right arm waving high in the air and her left arm steadily maintaining control over the bicycle.
I know her; Danielle Glowinski is her name. She's an interesting character, to say the least. An alumnus of my Model United Nations program (which unfortunately has been suspended in the United States by the Operation Eagle), she was part of the group that experienced the infamous United Nations Shooting of 1921. She was unharmed physically, but she had retained psychological scars: I had seen her crying with her friends since the incident, and she has apparently seeked psychological counseling various times over the past few years. But despite these traumas, whenever she had been in public, she had maintained a sanguine appearance, going to parties and dances and being your stereotypical flapper of the 1920s.
That facade was shattered when I met Danielle on that afternoon. Her eyes were bloodshot and had rings of bruises around them. Her hair was matted and greasy. Her teeth were stained and were filled with food scraps between them. Her hands had cuts and bite marks all over them. Her bare feet were calloused; the nail on her middle toe on her right foot had completely fallen off, while two other toenails were split along their entirety. When she came into my hotel room, where she remains at the moment, and took off her jacket to reveal a blue tank top soiled with dirt and perspiration, I kindly asked her to take a bath.
The story she told me after her bath (and a hearty meal) was sobering. After graduating from Pace University in New York, she moved to her hometown of Fresno. It was witnessing the birth of a new film industry; though it was struggling against the established behemoths of Chicago and San Francisco, it was an attractive site for indie filmmakers. There, she had participated in a number of different movies, to varying sucess. Despite the inconsistency of her fortunes, Danielle was happy, chatting with her friends across the nation and spending time with her family. Life seemed to be good.
Then Earl Browder came. Her parents were fairly left-wing, as people from California tended to be, but Browder's authoritarianism was too much for them. As good citizens of the Union, on 4 July 1934 - the independence date of the United States - they traveled to San Francisco and took to the streets, where they led a peaceful protest. There, they demanded the resignation of Browder and an investigation into his obviously corrupt election. In response, Browder's men gunned both of them down, along with hundreds of other protesters. But Browder went far beyond that level of effort. In the dark of the night, Browder's nascent personal police force identified Danielle's address, stormed her house, and killed everyone inside. Only Danielle was spared - she happened to be at a convenience store - but she quickly heard the news from the neighbor. "Run, Danielle, run," her neighbor said. "It's not safe here. Even this phone call has put me in grave danger. Just run. Now."
And so she ran - across the nation, in fact. She ran from Fresno to Salt Lake City, from Denver to Chicago. It became literal when her car broke down in Cincinnati and had to run from there to New York. Sometimes, there was nobody in sight and she had to sleep in the wilderness, subsisting on whatever food she brought since she left that convenience store, never to return. When she did had the luxury of eating and sleeping under a roof, she had to assume an alias - her entire family was placed by Browder on a "Master List of Enemies," and she was the last piece of the puzzle for his men to find.
After a month's run in a nation turned hostile, she found herself on an illegal boat, carrying refugees to the British Isles. Danielle was just one of the thousands who found themselves as political refugees, threatened by a regime that opposed their views either diametrically or tangentially. It was not a fate she wanted; despite her involvement in Model UN, she remained a fairly apolitical person, focusing her energies on arts and athletics as opposed to debating with other talking heads. But when push came to shove, Browder didn't care; he wanted her out. And thus, she became one in a huddling mass, yearning for a land where they would not be persecuted. In her case, it is here, the Commonwealth of Britain, where even here I can say that I'm a Communist without persecution.
In the end, as soon as she set foot here, a great yoke was lifted off her shoulders. She will not die at the hands of faceless police. She can start anew, even though she only has the clothes that she is wearing and the food stored in her duffel bag. For the first time in more than a month, she is experiencing hope and happiness; being deprived of it for so long makes such feelings feel like ambrosia and nectar. But challenges still remain; she is a strong woman, I know that, but even as I write tears flow out of her eyes.
She is, of course, not the only victim. At the end of our conversation, she said that precisely fourty-two members of her class were killed in the oppression, on both sides of the conflict. Twelve of them were from Model UN, and five of them were members of my creative writing course, but all fourty-two names resonated inside of me. Then she went on to list the number of people in previous and subsequent classes who were killed or imprisoned. Four hundred and sixteen people in total, she proclaimed.
I would like to end this note comparing Browder and his administration with the group that perpetrated the United Nations Shooting, the Lord's Resistance Army. Never mind their proclaimed ideological differences. They are both highly authoritarian in nature, with no room for even minute differences from their established ideologies. They are willing to use mass murder and terrorism to achieve their aims. They want power, the control of peoples' lives, the supremacy of their worldview over that of others. At least the LRA were a bunch of rag-tags whose kills number ten. Browder's administration is at the helm of the most powerful entity ever seen in the history of the world. Its death count is in the tens of thousands, if not hundreds. They profess to advance the world in the sake of Communism, but in their actions, they are no better than the tyrants who came before them.
So if you are reading this, Browder, I say this - stop stamping on the face of Communism. You are not a Communist; you are a totalitarian who wants to become the world's ultimate bourgeois, killing innocent people like Danielle's family and destroying the freedoms and liberties that were expressed in both the Constitution and the Manifesto.
Editor's Note: The next day, the Browder administration revoked Guglielmo's American citizenship. Browder personally issued an edict that barred Guglielmo from stepping on American soil until further notice.
Lord Bigfoot
King
It's 1934 right now so the dates are a bit of but otherwise great story.
Lord Bigfoot
King
Quoting Nathan Hale eh? Always good to be able to quote a hero of the Revolution. I would also like to thank you for volunteering your services.
Agreed
I will also personally fly in the Red-Baron triplane replica
i may be screwed, but liberty is worth it
I must respectfully ask you to not fly Moai. You're the leader of the United Front and we can't risk loosing you.
mrrandomplayer
Hopeless Situation Warrior
I am far too old to fly in airplanes (I'm in my 60s), but I wish the best of luck to those who are flying.
-Senator T. Renzo Lancelot Trevisan
-Senator T. Renzo Lancelot Trevisan
