NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.

King Cameron sat at the Oaken table, dicussiong matters with his advisors
(Black=King Cameron, Blue= First Economic Advisor, Green= Second Economic Advisor, Red= Socio-Religious Advisor)
"Now, tell me about this "quasi-recession" state of our econonomy"
"Well sir, it seems that our African Endeavor, combined with the Asian Economic Collapse, has caused our economy to fall."
"So your saying were economically stagnant, that we are not growing at all!"
"Not exactly sire. You see, Most of the country side is stagnating, as well as Belfast, but Dublin and Cork are growing rapidly and outputting more than ever before"

"So.... were not in a recession"
"No, we are."
"Then WHY ARE OUR TOO BIGGEST CITIES GROWING."
"Honestly, i don't know."
"I do, or at least i think i do" piped in the Advisors assistant."Well, speak up."
"Well, your majesty, I call it The Industrial Militarism Theory[1]. Since you began your reign, you called for more soldiers for the colonial efforts, more ships for the navy, and therefore, more supplies to keep them going. To make these supplies and sell them to you, Capitalists built factories in major cities. These factories needed workers. So naturally, when the recession hit, workers flocked from the country side to the only place their WERE jobs, which were Cork and Dublin. And with you spending so much, that money was given back to the workers, which attracted more workers. And more workers meant that more factories could be profitable. So now, we can afford to EXPORT many goods, giving us money. And the cycle continues."
"Perfect, problem solved!"
"Not exactly, see the other half of the The Industrial Militarism Theory is Militarism. You need to engage in war, colonizing or a arms race/build up for it to work. And Cork and Dublin will soon reach their limit. Factory and living space are running out."
"So, what do you suggest we do?"
"I suggest that we do the following. First, a) We invest more in military build-up to create more jobs. This will cause a little debt, but it will be beneficial in the long run. b) We have to find a way to get some jobs for people in the country side, and to help Belfast off its feet. c)I know it sounds drastic, but for Economic reasons, we need to engage in war or colonization."
"Interesting, I shall take this all in too consideration... hmm. You are dismissed"
They leave the room, and the Socio-Religous Advisor enters
"Sire, what do you wish"
"Tell me about my popularity"
"Well, your majesty, the peoples Confidence in you is riseing, but slowly. They are responding well to your Religoius moves, but they are more and more siding with Parliment on the issues. Some how you need to change that"
"Yes, yes we do. But don't worry, I have a plan for that"
"Very well sire. On the nationalist scale, the historical evidence on our past that is being "redicovered" has aroused a large movemnet for a return to our Celtic roots, for Celtic Revival. As your advisor, I suggest you take advantage of this. But your the King"
"That I am, and you have just given me a brilliant idea. Be gone, I must think!"

[1] Precursor to and Hybrid of the Military-Industrial Complex
 
You can hardly read the green part. I had tp copy&paste it into a txt ;).
 
orders sent! Long live the Emperor :) :beer:
 
;).

Just a little note: Portugal is pretty Catholic.

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orders sent
 
Rome, Capital of the Papal States

The following events took place between the hours of 1:00 pm and 2:00 pm *ching ching...ching ching*

He was perfectly built for the job. A large, bulking man at over six foot five inches, he strode slowly towards the Vatican complex looking more like a bodyguard for a King then an important religious figure. People might be decieved by his simpleton appearance, that is until they talked to him.

Upon reaching the front gates, two guards locked spears infront of him to block him off. My name... he had thought everything through, except the front guards. No matter, he had just simply forgot the formality of providing his name...considering his name was not important to any other part of this mission, that memory lapse was acceptable. He smiled, and complied, "Mario Vasquez." The guards laid down their weapons, and he could now enter. He breathed a deep sigh, making a cross out of the air, hoping for God to forgive him for what he was about to do.

They were holding the meeting right now. He would find his target in a building about the length of the complex to the left and up a few blocks, a building he had known only to be used for extra secret conferences.

His heart pounded nearly out of his chest, his hands became a sweaty mess that he continually wiped his equally perspiring face. His distance from the building was not even 10 yards now, and he pulled out his weapon...a primitive handgun, but it would do the trick. The door was oddly unlocked.
Inside, two men were arguing. The first man, sitting at a chair behind a desk in the room, could be visibly seen...Emeril Fratello...his views against several of the Pope's policies were well known, "Aldrovandi, your ideas threaten to destroy Catholocism! We all have worked to build this nation from a middling Italian state into one of the most prosperous in the world! You will not be allowed to destroy it!" Fratello's face had reddened, and his veins could be seen bulging in his neck. He now spotted Vasquez, and gave him a sign with his eyes so subtle Vasquez almost did not catch it. "Then, Emeril, let it be known, that I would have died fighting for the best interests of this League...the best interests of Catholicism. Your narrow-mindedness will not bring this nation to anything but the ruination you fear so much. Change is not evil, change is necessary." As the Pope turned himself to leave, he faced the man assigned with killing him.

He saw the gun pointed directly towards him, but had little time to run before the trigger was pulled...and in a matter of seconds, one of the most powerful men in the world was dead. Felled by a gunshot fired by his own man. The door was closed now and Mario Vasquez dropped to his knees, sobbing slowly into his hands. Emeril Fratello stood up slowly, inspecting the body to ensure it was dead, smirked, and left the room. His death warrant had been signed the minute the Schism had occured....Pope Innocent XIV was dead....Pompeo Aldrovandi was dead....
 
From: Papal States
To: France

We will attend your expo.
 
Good Story!!:goodjob:
But does this mean any talks of Catholic Allaince will be forgotten?
 
Oh my God you killed Pope Innocent XIV

You bastard!:eek: :eek:
 
good story
 
Calling the pope one of the most powerful people in the world doesn't seem right... ;)
 
I like Wubba's two preceding posts. (OMG you killed him ***tard!.....nice story.)

:lol:

Story soon and orders accompanying it. Maybe.
 
Excerpt from the Foreword to the 1744 printing of the book The Gladdening Light, on the Battle of Aegae (July 1742) during the War of Greek Liberation

The battle of Aegae was and is the most important battle in our newly-restored nation's history. Most European nations' newspapers did not make it front-page news; most didn't realize the Turks had finally decided to turn and fight. However, I will always remember that battle as the great turning point, where we saw that we could beat one of the mightiest military machines on two continents. We were just another rebel movement, insignificant in the eyes of most. Many such movements had been crushed by the Turks already, and many more were too unimportant to make a real difference. Even though we had provided the spark to set the entire Ottoman Empire ablaze, not a single European state had really thought about the state of the Greeks in their little corner of the world.

Aegae changed that. We had gathered all of the men available to us and marched north. I went with the army, I remember. Those days up in the mountains near Thessalonika will always be burned into my brain as if branded: the burning Mediterranean sun, the blue mountains all around, the plain stretching out between the two ridges like the sites of hoplite battle of old. The final, suicidal charge of the Turks was the most beautiful and terrible thing that many a Greek patriot has ever and will ever see on this earth, God willing. Such inhuman sacrifice can only come about from devotion to God, false or not.

The four-day struggle we fought there was what helped establish us as a viable nation. We had taken Thessalonika not long after, to be sure, but we had turned aside one of the most powerful armies to march on the dust of this earth. An Empire had been reestablished, a people set free, an oppressor defeated and banished to his Asiatic realm. It was the first time in three hundred years that the Greeks had been free, and had the power to stay that way. Not since the time of my predecessor and distant cousin (several times removed) had Hellenes governed themselves.

There have been at least six books, written by Byzantine citizens, military and not, about the tactics and such of the battle, making it into a case study. To one who was there personally, it is not simply something to be studied. The sacrifices of the Greek men who served our nation there will always move me, and those who died there should be adequately remembered. They were the heroes of another Marathon, another Thermopylae. This time, though, we were not fighting to keep our freedom; we were fighting to get it.

This book tells the story of the Battle of Aegae as well as any other. It explores what the men who fought there did, spoke, thought, and how they fought and sometimes died for our nascent country. The actions of great heroes like Venizelos and Maniakes are seen in great detail. It brings me back to those terrible and glorious days, when we in our unity defeated a foe that before then had not been defeated, an Enemy who had suppressed revolt in his own ranks with the slightest effort, and whose greatest exertions could not stop those of a unified Greek people.

This is the story of four days that created a nation.

Constantine XII Palaeologus, Emperor of the Byzantines
 
Bingo.

Thanks, dis. More puzzle pieces falling into place. ;)

btw, the book is basically The Killer Angels for Byzantines. Will work on the Introduction tonight. Maybe finished tomorrow morning.
 
Official Statement from the Vatican

Pompeo Aldrovandi, or Pope Innocent XIV, died yesterday of what has been diagnosed as heart failure. He will be greatly missed, and a grand funeral procession is being scheduled for a week from today.

The Papal Enclave is already making plans to meet soon to decide upon the new Pope, and several candidates are in the running at the moment.

Oh, and China can shut up too.
 
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