A Shift in Priorities

[Monty Burns]

Originally Posted by nerdknight01

¡ Hi ! ¡ WOW !.

Yep is true, the spy´s games is not for the weak of heart. And i feel that "irish buisnessman" it going to pass of something violent situation, will see...

In anyway, if was for myself, i be doing:

1.-Contact Carlota and "open their eyes" about what sh.. ground is she.

2.-Tell her that she act usual, common, you know.

3.-Give she some true information for giving that "irish".

4.-After that creating the conditions and the how to say, ilutions, false information about that camp is operated by other power (China, Russia, England,etc.. China it be creating more damage because the new military goverment politics, and because the vital american buisness in China).

5.-For increase credibility, some deathly attack against that "irish", and the evidence of the attack is to blame "the other power".

6.-At same time some attack to that seaship, not for killing, but for increase the paranoia, mistrust, against "that other power", and because this situation, the tripulation it be knowing that information is true, and their cover up is know.

And after all this, sit and eat poocorn for see the new´s american enemy.

Peace and good night.

That are some good points. Given that Olga killed the main enemies of the Russians and the US were after her and didn't mind interning her, this might interest Okhrana. Then give some hints to the US, which should be overreacting as usual...

I still think it would be a good idea to discredit the information otained so far by compromising all US personnel in Venezuela by drugs. If the bosses of those spies find out that their people are repeatedly found drugged and drunk, that should give them an impression. Furthermore, it would strengthen the image of Latin america as a drug hell with those in charge: "anybody we send there returns as a drunkard and drug addict. And who knows whether the findings we got are any real then?" Just imagine Patton speaking about the problems of the military, then demand that the secret services should adress these problems just to find out that they have exactly the same problems...

[rast]

We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement.
(Bible – Isaiah 28.15)

Carlota’s mother had been a maidservant in a wealthy Mantuano household – until she became pregnant with Carlota and was fired. Two weeks later, she had married Jaime Rodríguez, a machineoperator in a fish cannery. Therefore, it was generally assumed that Jaime was Carlota’s father.
After getting to know this sequence, Carlota, in her adolescent phase, had sometimes fancied that she might be the bastard of a rich Mantuano, who one day would come and lead her to a life in luxury.

The reality had been poverty. Carlota had been the oldest child, three brothers and four sisters had followed – these undoubtedly fathered by Jaime. However, two brothers and one sister had died in early infancy.
Because attending school required paying fee, the Rodríguez kids never had visited a regular school. Carlota had picked up some very basic reading, writing and counting skills in Sunday school, where two Jesuit padres had taught more than Bible verses to the children of the poor.

But most of the time, Carlota had been employed with herding her siblings and helping her mother. Aged ten, she had been sent to work – as a swamper in a Mantuano restaurant.

Three years later, puberty had changed the clumsy ugly girl into a long-legged peach – and the boys had started gazing and whistling after her. Carlota had liked that very much.
Being late for work a second time – because of monkeying around with some boys – she had been fired.

Having lost her job had never bothered Carlota, because she promptly had been invited to Mantuano parties. That the Mantuano boys only considered her a cheap lower class baby hustler had never crossed her mind. For her, flamboyant attire and fine lingerie, sumptuous jewellery and fancy shoes, expensive food and exotic drinks had meant the life in luxury she so often had dreamt of while washing dishes in the restaurant.

Quickly getting accustomed to drinking alcohol and taking drugs, Carlota had enjoyed life as a party girl. Screwing around promiscuously was okay. She liked fucking – and impetuous genuine sexual releases became her hallmark.

Her family had disapproved of her way of life. But what could they do? They had to be thankful for some occasional bundles of Bolivars laid on their table, and for discarded jewellery and clothing passed on to them.

Aged fifteen, Carlota had become pregnant – but had miscarried after sixteen weeks. Since then, her menstruation had gone alarmingly irregular – but she had never again become knocked up.

Starting with the teenage Mantuano boys, Carlota had advanced to the younger men – and eventually to the senior Mantuano patriarchs, the wielders of power and money. That had meant true luxury for Carlota, a lavish and spacious apartment, servant girls, gold jewellery and diamonds.

The revolution had destroyed the world of the Mantuanos. Jaime Rodríguez had been one of the heroes of the revolution, a brave man and successful commander of shock troops. As reward for his heroic conduct, Jaime had been appointed Chief Justice at the Supreme Court in Caracas. Having no clue what a chief justice had to do, Jaime had left all work to his subordinates and concentrated on socialising. Having fun with teenage party girls became his main occupation, while his wife, spent, wrinkled and floppy breasted, had found comfort in being continuously sloshed. Carlota’s younger siblings were sent to a prestigious boarding school.

For Carlota, this development had meant that she could continue her old way of life; only that now she was in a position to choose with whom she wanted to fornicate. Thus, she often picked newcomers – like Musa G’Norebbe or Oliver O’Reilly. G’Norebbe, that bastard, had turned her down and given her a raw deal; but Oliver had turned out a considerate, tender and persevering lover.

For tonight, Carlota had invited Oliver to her apartment. He had told her that he digged sexy lingerie and high heels – and she had dressed accordingly. Sipping some champagne, she was waiting for him.

Eventually, the champagne bottle was empty and Carlota was drunk – but Oliver hadn’t turned up. – Cursing and muttering, Carlota kicked off her pumps and lurched into the hallway, where the telephone was installed.
It took some time before a switchboard girl picked up her call and connected her to Oliver’s hotel.

No, sorry, Señor O’Reilly had left the hotel two hours ago – in company of an elegant white red-haired woman. O yes, they had seemed rather intimate. “Closely intertwined, if you know what I mean, Señora.”
In drunken rage, Carlota banged the earpiece back on the hook. – That pissy bastard! Making a date with her – and then getting intimate with some dirty pale slut!

With glazed eyes she stared at her mirror image. Damn, she was a pearl of beauty! She could have men galore! Screw Oliver! – There was a parranda this night at the López estate. She would go there now – and find a guy or two to fuck her senseless!

[Reichenfaust]

Nice post rast. How is the Scandinavian alliance faring? It must be doing all right if the countries stuck together.

[Kitiem3000]

It's easy to stick together in peace time. They haven't had their trail by fire yet. But they live in such an inhospitable part of the world, it's unlikely anyone will ever give them one anyway.

[Peabody-Martini]

Carlota would probably be less angry if she knew that wherever Myers(O'Reilly) is, he's not happy.

On a happier note the last post was very revealing about what the German/MA medical corps are going to be spending a lot of time doing over the next couple of decades. Expect an earlier push for the development of antibiotic and antiviral drugs coupled with a series of public awareness campaigns on the dangers of venereal disease.......................

[rast]

If the highest aim of a captain were to preserve his ship, he would keep it in port for ever.
(Thomas Aquinas)

Steve Jackson was the captain of USS Abilene – alias Muirne from Corcaigh, Ireland. The trip to Venezuela had been a nice interruption of routine operations. But lying in port at Higuerote was dull. Sam Myers had gone to Caracas – and Jackson and his crew had to wait until he returned from his scouting mission.

The USS Abilene was equipped to intercept radio messages, especially low power emissions that usually were not detectable from far-away land-based systems. She was unarmed and usually masked as fishing trawler. For the Venezuela mission, she had been disguised as Irish tramp freighter.

There was no reason to keep the crew on board all the time. Shore leave had produced the customary incidents: A drunken brawl here; some dude trying to smuggle a whore on board; a drunken drawl there; another dude waking up in some backyard robbed to the bare skin.
Some blokes had problems with the fact that in this country Niggers were considered emancipated citizens – and that there were no separate toilets for them in bars and restaurants, if there were no separate bars and restaurants for them, which would have been the best solution…

Jackson treated all these affairs and complaints with indulgence and calmness. Nobody was forced to leave the ship; if the men decided to go on land, they had to adapt to the local situation. And if people had problems with Niggers, they were best advised not to leave ship in this shitty country. He himself was determined not to go on land.

Jackson was sitting in his cabin and reading a book about the War of 1812 and the accomplishments of his namesake, when a mighty fist seemed to rock USS Abilene, accompanied by the noise of crashing steel.
As soon as the rocking stopped, he jumped up and headed for the bridge.

Another ship had rammed USS Abilene. A Venezuelan coastal cargo boat full of drunken niggers… The sloshed back apes were shouting and gesticulating, the Nigger captain was staggering along the bulwark, drinking from a rum bottle. Jackson was disgusted; now he would have to deal with these filthy intoxicated Niggers…

Damage to USS Abilene was considerable, the hull of the starboard forecastle was lacerated and she was taking in water. The leak could certainly provisionally be sealed, but the vessel required a shipyard for thorough repair.

The boozed-up Nigger skipper had now climbed aboard USS Abilene and was approaching the bridge, brandishing the rum bottle. Jackson understood that the creature was offering him a slug from the bottle. He felt his intestines cringe at the thought. At the same time, unruly wrath was welling up in him. This abortion was responsible for the damage done to his vessel – and now had the unsavoury insolence of offering a drink from a bottle he had already besmeared with his Nigger lips…

The Nigger captain had finally climbed up the stairs leading to the bridge, and Jackson, hot with rage, welcomed him with a stroke of fist on the nose. The Nigger dropped the bottle, which shattered when hitting the deck, and went to his knees, bleeding from the nose – then his right fist shot forward and hit Jackson’s solar plexus with the force of a sledge hammer.

When Jackson awoke, he was in jail; arrested for assaulting and injuring a Venezuelan citizen. His crew who had battled with the drunken Niggers who had invaded USS Abilene seeing their captain go to his knees bleeding had been interned as well. Because nobody had been there to seal the fissure in USS Abilene’s hull and close the bulkheads, the ship had sunk to the bottom of the harbour; only the superstructures looked out of the water still.

Realising that his jailer was just another Nigger, a grinning obnoxious Nigger, Jackson felt sick unto death. What a nightmare…

[Shogo]

What.

That's all I have to say about that. (Ok, not really, but given my past comments I probably shouldn't think this update is as hilarious as I do.)

[Peabody-Martini]

This was handled perfectly. With the crew of the U.S.S. Abilene interned for brawling the Irish government will contacted and it will be discovered that its not really an Irish flagged ship. Then it will come out that it was an American ship under a false flag, major diplomatic clusterfuck.

By the time everything gets sorted out the Abilene will have been looted by the locals and the radio equipment will be in a German labratory with the U.S. government none the wiser.

[nerdknight01]

¡ Hi ! to Monthy Burns and Wietze: ¡ THANKS !

Peace.

[nerdknight01]

¡ Hi ! ¡ WELL DONE !, ¡ LOL !, ¡ FUNNY !.

About Carlota, yep, that class of broken lives sounds so real for myself, she is a complex character, for one part she lives in autentic misery and ignorance, with big dreams and hopes. She hold any oportunity that life, destiny or pure luck she have, and now she is on the top of the world, and she don´t see or don´t want to see that young and beauty are going slowly, and because this how to say, his resources and money, it be losen sooner or latter, and i suspect at the end she going to be poor again. In anyway, i suspect that somebody is playing games with she, will see.

About Jackson, ¡ LOL ! this was only perfect, well done. The people who did this operation was a genious, and this going to be a complete disaster, i can inmagine the articles in the newspapers around the world about this, and finnally, poor Jackson, he don´t know what class of hell it be going to pass, walk in that jail, you know.

Peace, good night and good luck.

[Jotun]

Nice, elegant variation to the 'kill em all" commando approach. How many of the freighter crew were actually Mittelafrikans, I wonder? Now if Myers can be pumped for infirmation and be kept alive, that would be even better. If not, too bad *shrugs*

[Josephus]

If he is that revulsed by drinking from the same bottle as a nigger, image how thrilled he will be in jail, being the bitch of one.

[Monty Burns]

Question now is: what will the US do about this? Will they follow a quiet approach bribing their men out of jail without alarming the public? Will they let their men rot in jail? Or will they make a fuss about it, using force and blackmail to get their men free - and to alienate Venezuela, and maybe additional states in south America?

Maybe we'll see soon the new marine corps fighting again the Mittelafrikans.

[wietze]

It was disguised as an Irish ship, and of course the Irish embassy will be contacted and after a while they will discover the ship doesn't exist. So you might see newpaper articles about the 'ghost' ship, and wondering where it is from. (the officials know of course).

The answer is, they will let them rot in jail, because in all this kind of operations plausible denial is a necessity. Even if they use the quiet approach it means admitting it was them, which they will not do.
I could imagine that if the truth comes out, the Irish republic will not be amused, and will fill an official protest with the americans.

Hi back nerd

[Peabody-Martini]

It seems to me that the US Navy can't afford to let the crew of the Abilene rot in a Venezuelan jail for one very simple reason. Most of the crew would be naval ratings who specialized in monitoring the movement of the HSF in the Baltic. Having these men in the custody of a less than friendly government is a major headache for the everyone from the Secretary of the Navy on down.

As for the collision itself, the "Captain" of the Venezuelan ship pressed every button to set off the worst aspects of an American bigot. It was Jackson's own fault that he took the bait. That the "crew" of the Venezuelan ship was very likely a MA rifle platoon, something no one could have foreseen, least of all the crew of the Abilene.

Every witness will testify that it was Jackson who threw the first punch. So if the US government even thinks of threatening force in this situation every newspaper outside of the US will have a field day on top of everything else. The headlines would be easy "USN ship under false flag causes riot in South American port", threats would only make it worse. The US will get a bloody nose in the process and have to negotiate the release of the Abilene's crew with the government of Venezuela.

So the U.S. eventually gets whats left of the Abilene and her crew back. The Irish will be pissed about this incident and Myers, remember him, if he's still alive he is the persona of the term "shit out of luck".

[Kitiem3000]

That really was beautifully handled.

I suppose the US will just quietly bribe the right people to get them back. It won't even cost that much. It was only a fight after all.
The only question is will the US bail them out before it is discovered they aren't Irish? And will the Venezuelans care either way?
Jackson probably won't get another ship any time soon. Losing a ship because the captain couldn't control his anger is not a path to promotion.

[Peabody-Martini]

Originally Posted by Kitiem3000

Jackson probably won't get another ship any time soon. Losing a ship because the captain couldn't control his anger is not a path to promotion.

There is an old joke about a Navy Captain screwing up and being assigned to command a battleship refueling station in North Dakota or Montana. In TTL there is a risk of being sent to Mexico, a far worse fate.

[Reichenfaust]

Haha, drunken mishap. Love that. Wonder if they were persuaded to collide with the ship for some booze or other...

[rast]

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
(Mary Ann Evans aka George Eliot – Felix Holt Chapter 5)

With winter drawing near, the parties in Germany had begun preparing for the March 1933 Reichstag elections.

The national congress of the PDS, held at Düsseldorf, offered no surprises. Imperial Chancellor Otto Wels would again run for office. His campaign team would include Rosa Luxemburg, Ruth Fischer, Julius Leber, Otto Grotewohl and Kurt Schumacher.
The party was aiming at gaining a larger share of middle class voters, enabling them to rule without the constant capitalist and papist damping applied by the Zentrum cabinet members. Therefore, they were anxious to position the PDS as a true catch-all party and adopted the programme developed and proposed by Otto Hörsing and Karl Höltermann as Düsseldorfer Programm. The PDS thus presented itself no longer as workers’ party only but one eligible for all ordinary people, regardless of religion, occupation and provenance.

The left-wing SAD met at Chemnitz. Their chairman Wilhelm Pieck would duly run for chancellorship; but everybody knew that the party could be happy to hold the three seats they had won in the 1929 elections.

The progressives of the FVP convened at Baden-Baden. They knew that chancellorship was not in reach, therefore no candidate was chosen. The party was ready to enter a coalition with the PDS – or the Zentrum – or with both as was the case currently.

Like the PDS, the Zentrum was manoeuvring to enhance their electorate. Without laying out a new programme they tried to attract Protestant voters to the – no longer – party of the Catholics.
Their national convention was held at Mainz – and became a veritable thriller, because Konrad Adenauer challenged Matthias Erzberger for chairmanship of the party and chancellor candidate.
The coup was utterly successful: Konrad Adenauer was elected – and Matthias Erzberger left the convention as a beaten man in a rage.

The GDNP held their meeting at Danzig. Paul von Lettow-Vorbeck was confirmed as chairman and chancellor candidate. It was generally hoped that the recovery of the party would continue; it least money for campaigning was not a problem. The German industrial trusts had donated generously.

The NL convened at Erfurt. Hans von Seeckt was their new chairman – but as a realist he did not propose to run for chancellor. The party could be glad if the negative trend of the last three elections was stopped. Like the GDNP, the NL had no lack of funds, the trusts had given plentifully.

The DVP rallied at Nürnberg and confirmed Julius Streicher as their chairman and candidate for chancellorship. There were great hopes that the DVP this time would become the strongest party on the right wing, beating the GDNP in seats gained. As more and more Germans seemed to worry about what Mittelafrika was about to become, Streicher’s incessant rants against Negroes and other impure races suddenly appeared more founded than previously.

Generally, the mood of the electorate was seen as relaxed. The COMECON had largely screened continental Europe from economic troubles resulting from the US stock market crash – and although many continental European banks had lost heavily in the crash, none had collapsed. Prices were stable – and people generally were able to put away savings, which was seen as a good sign.

The Spanish emergency had successfully been solved with some limited loss of life, and there was much hope for a peaceful European future.

Germany as the dominant economy was profiting enormously from the COMECON. 60 percent of German exports went to other COMECON countries; 30 percent to Mittelafrika – and 10 percent to the rest of the world.
There were no pressing social questions. The balance between the industrial trusts and the labour unions was working at large, and the representatives of the labour unions had made it unmistakeably clear that political interference into this process was neither required nor desired.

Franco-German rapprochement seemed to be on a good way, thus eliminating the most dangerous source of a future war. The French Blum government hat officially ended construction work for la Ligne Impénétrable in March of 1931, thus setting free large sums of taxpayer money for more sensible purposes.

That – apart from the COMECON, which was strictly economy oriented – there were no overarching political structures in Europe obviously did not seem to bother the German electorate.

[trekchu]

Thälmann's Party has a few people in it I'd rather see behind bars than in any position of power.