The Star-Spangled Expanded Universe of "What Madness Is This?"
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I was gonna wonder if this should be inmin-seong or something more compact, but... are they actually trying to entirely expunge Chinese loanwords from Korean?
I imagine they might. After all, can't go around taking their words from a bunch of racial inferiors can they? At the very least, I think political language would use forms that are less compact, but 100% Corean, while day to day lingo might be more relaxed.
Linguistic evolution forced by an occupying power--sounds like a fascinating topic.
Based on someone else's idea for Coreans in Carolina's colonies, look for this in the future:
Hey Y'all and Eoseo Osibsio: The Founding of Juche, Yonderland
speaking of CoCaro's colonies, what's the map for all of them? also will there be Corean Militias in the colonies?
HARK THE SOUND!Living Space for the Race of Paektu: The Chancellor's Plan for the Expansion of Greater CoreaGreeting my fellow Corean Christian Patriots! Hark the Sound and rejoice, for this is a most glorious hour for the Race of Paektu! Our democratically elected Chancellor, the Great Commander Kim Hyong-jik has proclaimed his goals for the expansion of our nation, faith, and race! This document contains his brilliant thoughts on the matter. As of now, this plan is only to be known to the upper brass of our military and party. If you are an ordinary Corean in possession of this document, please turn it in to the OPV, as well as yourself. The Chancellor's government will be most merciful if you are forthright and honest. For all CCP, military, and government officials, pay attention to this document. It contains your marching orders for the next several years, and their successful execution will bring a New Dawn for Corea! Hark the Sound!
To our north, the hideous and depraved Chinamen are destroying themselves, devolving into anarchy and madness. This is ideal for our government. The Chinese Rapist Oppressors have spent millennia violating the sacred purity and cleanliness of the Corean Race. It is time for us to ensure that these animals never again trample upon our God-given rights. The first step to securing our destiny is the annexation of Manchuria. The Chancellor, in conjunction with the military and the Presbyterian Church of Corea have concluded that the most excellent way to proceed in this Great Project is to follow the example of the Yankees when they first began taking the old Louisiana Territory from the Papists. Advance settlement unofficially sponsored by the Church and State will weaken the hold of the natives on the territory. Provocations by the Manchu rats can serve as an excuse to send in the troops, and slowly take the territory piecemeal. Given the state China is in, by the time they get their mongoloid house in anything resembling "order," we'll have Manchuria (hence referred to as North Corea) firmly under our control.
Once North Corea is under the Single-Star Banner, we must decide what to do with the natives. In this regard, we believe the example of our Great Carolinian Benefactors is instructive. The Chancellor has concluded that the colonial trusteeship system ought to be implemented in North Corea. In this way, we sidestep the Yankee and Nipponese aversion to slavery while still reaping the benefits of that ancient and storied system. Settlement by poor Coreans is to be encouraged, and we believe several hundred thousand Coreans could operate profitable farms and plantations using native labor. Other small holders and corporations can use the region's rich mineral reserves to fuel our growing economy. There are also plans to build 450 salamdeul-ui dosi (people's towns) that will be based on small Carolinian towns, and which will be 100% Corean. Each salamdeul-ui dosi will have a residential area no less than 20 miles away that will serve as a barracks for Manchurian gardeners, nannies, maids, street cleaners, etc. In this way, the wholesome all-Corean families who are allowed to settle here will be able to enjoy the benefits of Manchurian labor without having to see the damn creatures after dark.
Following our successful annexation of North Corea, the Chancellor has decreed that we should next set our sights on Mongolia and Inner Mongolia, with similar goals and a similar approach to the annexation of North Corea. The natives must be brought to heel by whatever means necessary, with the ultimate goal of bringing Presbyterian civilization and trusteeship to the region. This area, dubbed Outer Corea, will be another source for needed minerals, and can also be used for industrial scale ranching of all kinds of livestock. It will also serve as a useful barrier against the Satanic Illuminists. However, there will not be any salamdeul-ui dosi in Mongolia, as the harsh climate makes this untenable and undesirable. Better to use it as a way to enrich some of the hardier bloodlines of our stock via ranching and mining, and turn the region into a strip mine and larder for our race.
Another crucial territory the Chancellor has identified is the territory of Formosa, henceforth referred to as South Corea. Unlike the other territories identified in this plan, Formosa is to be utterly De-Sinicized, with all natives to be deported to North or Outer Corea as a labor force, or otherwise sold to the Carolinians and other interested Free Powers. This is for security reasons. Our main interest in Formosa, as articulated by the Great Commander is, and we quote, "To be a cork in the bottle of Nip expansionism." Despite the fact that we are supposed to be their blood brothers, it is an unfortunate fact that the Imperialist Yankee-Nips likely plan to take Corea as a launching pad into China, Mongolia, and Siberia. It is therefore crucial that we stifle their imperialist dreams as much as possible. Corea will not join the list of nations subordinated or immolated by the Yankee-Nipponese juggernaut of imperialism and greed. By utterly cleansing South Corea and building thousands of salamdeul-ui dosi in the region, we both gain a rich territory and have a strong position to contain any possible Nip invasion. Let the Nipponese content themselves with Indochina and Malaysia. As for us and our race, we shall follow the Lord into the hellish depths of China, and we shall win by hook or by crook. No one, not the Loomies, not the Papists, not the native devil-worshipers, not even Joe Steele and his Nip minions, will stop us from claiming our God-given living space. Hark the Sound of Corean Men's Voices, for the Hour of the Lord is upon us! Death always to those who resist Corea!
Great L E B E N S R A U M update.
Been a while since I've posted on here, trying to get my mojo back.
“Adonai, spare me,” Benny Siegel hacked out between coughs. “Can’t stand the dust.”
“If this place was perfect they’d call it Eden,” snapped Meyer Lansky. His annoyance faded as he took another bite out of his cannoli. “But it’s damn close, so they call it Zion instead.”
They carried on in the Old Hebrew. The wind and its offending sand particles whipped past them, swept up past the awnings on the cafes of Chevaliers Avenue, and swirled around the spire of the Josephus Hotel. At the foot of the hotel, a young woman with a little girl sleeping on her shoulder shook a tin can. The can rattled weakly; it was not nearly full enough.
“Damn close? Buddy, Reb Chaim is two oceans away. You can speak your mind.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all doom and all gloom and to top it off you can’t even go two steps without the Saracen scuffing your shoes, huh? Poor old Benny, Kissimmee oughta write a script about him.”
“It’s not about some monkey stepping on my toe, Meyer. It’s about the principle. That little Arab shouldn’t be here. Not him, not his seven brothers, not his thirteen inbred uncles, and not the Dago fucks the whole family pay their taxes to.”
“I hear you. Also heard you yell at that kid in English.”
“I said three damn words, and you’d have said ‘em too. And what does he understand of the New Hebrew anyway? Can probably barely wrap his mind around ‘oui oui’ and ‘ne me touche pas, Frère’.”
“Hilarious.”
They sat there a while, drinking the last of their coffees. Three tables away, a man ruffled his newspaper as he sat up. With a satisfied smack of his lips, Benny broke the silence first.
“So, how’s outreach?”
“Getting better. There’s more of our people around here now, ever since those... changes in Austria. No point helping Germans, huh? Not when their Catholics are more fiery than their Protestants. Anyway, Jews don’t even feel safe in Paris anymore, not with all those lone-wolf attacks. They’ve been filling up the ghettoes here, taking whatever work they can. I bet you a Metro’ Mash that woman over there is one of us too.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll raise you one Philly Dog. What’re you saying to ‘em?”
“The usual. Europe doesn’t love you, you schmucks, how many pogroms will it take to realize it? There’s a country that does though, two oceans away. You might have heard about it, even if the authorities keep you from talking about its unbeatable military and unequaled living standards. And someday it’s gonna come and reach its hands out here, and then you’ll be safe forever— but you gotta help it along.”
“And that unsubtle approach is actually working now, because...?”
“‘Cause even the most servile, domesticated, quasi-Illumnist fucks know that they’re not safe here either. Paris is shaky, Damascus shakier. Some say— well, I say— the Germans are breaking bread with the Saracens! Some Crusaders they are, right? I ask these poor Jews of ours, if some Amir with a Sturmgewehr and a footlong erection comes screaming out of Araby, what exactly do you plan to do about it? Some say pray, and I leave those ones alone. But others ask if there’s a better way, and ain’t that what we’re offering?”
“Good, good. But I got another question for you. What does it mean when a guy has been covering his face with a newspaper without flipping a single page for ten whole minutes?”
“Could be his reading comprehension isn’t too good.”
“Not worth the risk. Down the alley it is, then.”
Siegel and Lansky paid and left the scene, making sure to pass the man holding the newspaper. His clothing gave nothing away, and his skin was as tan as any other Levantine’s. Darting left into a thin street lined with nondescript blocks, they entered one of the three pre-planned escape routes to the Givat, a smaller ghetto that the police hasn't visited recently. Four minutes passed, then five. Their pace slowed, their minds relaxed, the pressure lessened.
And suddenly Meyer was walking alone.
Covering his ears, he stumbled to the side, and when he opened his eyes again Benny was splayed out on the cement. His final breaths made bubbles in the blood coating the lower half of his face. Meyer turned, and faced the boy who had stepped on Benny’s shoe not two hours ago. Benny had cursed that boy’s mother in the President’s own English.
Ah. Was he at the cafe too? The newspaper guy must have signaled him. No, maybe that guy was a decoy, meant to get Benny’s attention. Or maybe Benny was thinking too hard like he always does, and the newspaper guy was just… some guy? But he was acting real shifty… then again… no… wait…
As Meyer mused helplessly, the boy raised his gun again.
***
“God is good,” Mu’izz al-Nablusi reported, “and He smiles on a task well done.”
“Did you really have to use the kid?” Police Undersecretary Raoul Salan groaned.
“Yasser is actually seventeen. Short for his age, you know? Malnourished as a kid, tragic. He needed an opportunity to prove himself, so the Boss gave him one. That, and a gun of Turkish make. Exists nowhere else, it might as well be untraceable.”
“Why, because the rounds are ball bearings with a gunpowder cake glued on? I’d be surprised if a chair of Turkish make had three functioning legs.”
“Their art had quite a bit of craftsmanship to it, until you razed their capital.”
“Until the Russians razed it. And you give me any more lip, I’ll report you to the Knights.”
Mu’izz barked out a short laugh. “Like hell you will. Anyways, you really ought to consider a more… final solution to your Jew problem—”
Raoul slammed his fist on a nearby crate, and Mu’izz jumped. As the militant’s eyes flitted to the cellar’s ceiling, trying to ascertain whether anyone in the restaurant above them had heard anything, the policeman hissed out a warning. “Just because I can’t actually report you doesn’t mean I’ll let you say what you like. You’re not going to be massacring Imperial citizens with my approval, you barbarian.”
Mu’izz made eye contact with Salan again. No one upstairs seemed to be on the way down. He shrugged. “You’re a bastard anyways, right? That’s why you fool around with Shuravis like me. It’s why we give you a cut from our protection business and you give us our money right back when you need something done.”
“Touche. But think about it, Mu’izz—would you still bribe me if my badge didn’t mean anything at all?”
Mu’izz made a show of scratching at his chin. “Well, now, if you were just a regular guy we would stop paying you, yes. And silence you, so you don't you try selling your knowledge of us.”
“Right, right. So from this we can deduce that I, a bastard, exist within the framework of law and order. Every termite needs his woodwork. But these Americans, see, they want to burn my woodwork to ash. Turn my world upside down—and they want to rape my wife and kill my son, too, can’t forget that bit. I’ll be damned if I let the Knights deal with the issue. Crusaders aren’t too good with intelligence, in either sense. They fought off the Persians just fine, but they didn’t see the signs of Qadir’s rebellion in Egypt until it was too late.”
“They’d prefer one enemy they can see approaching, not several enemies that flit around in the twilight.”
“They also hate an enemy within. How many of these superb Catholics have Supercatholic sympathies? That’s the way things are in the Levant. She’s a German snitch, his work buddy’s a Neo-Pagan, and their boss whacks off to photos of Joe Steele’s rallies. Organizations are disintegrating along fault lines they never knew they had.”
“So it takes an individual to solve this?”
Raoul extended his hand. “Maybe two.”
Mu’izz declined, but his smile was thoughtful. “Maybe more, a lot more. I can bring them, but they’d want a better deal than just money. We’re not just criminals, you know— we only do that to raise funds for our political goals.”
“I might have a little more influence after my investigation on ‘gang violence’ uncovers an American plot and gets me promoted. I’ll see what I can do.”
“You’d better, before the Germans offer us a sweeter deal.”
“Adonai, spare me,” Benny Siegel hacked out between coughs. “Can’t stand the dust.”
“If this place was perfect they’d call it Eden,” snapped Meyer Lansky. His annoyance faded as he took another bite out of his cannoli. “But it’s damn close, so they call it Zion instead.”
They carried on in the Old Hebrew. The wind and its offending sand particles whipped past them, swept up past the awnings on the cafes of Chevaliers Avenue, and swirled around the spire of the Josephus Hotel. At the foot of the hotel, a young woman with a little girl sleeping on her shoulder shook a tin can. The can rattled weakly; it was not nearly full enough.
“Damn close? Buddy, Reb Chaim is two oceans away. You can speak your mind.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s all doom and all gloom and to top it off you can’t even go two steps without the Saracen scuffing your shoes, huh? Poor old Benny, Kissimmee oughta write a script about him.”
“It’s not about some monkey stepping on my toe, Meyer. It’s about the principle. That little Arab shouldn’t be here. Not him, not his seven brothers, not his thirteen inbred uncles, and not the Dago fucks the whole family pay their taxes to.”
“I hear you. Also heard you yell at that kid in English.”
“I said three damn words, and you’d have said ‘em too. And what does he understand of the New Hebrew anyway? Can probably barely wrap his mind around ‘oui oui’ and ‘ne me touche pas, Frère’.”
“Hilarious.”
They sat there a while, drinking the last of their coffees. Three tables away, a man ruffled his newspaper as he sat up. With a satisfied smack of his lips, Benny broke the silence first.
“So, how’s outreach?”
“Getting better. There’s more of our people around here now, ever since those... changes in Austria. No point helping Germans, huh? Not when their Catholics are more fiery than their Protestants. Anyway, Jews don’t even feel safe in Paris anymore, not with all those lone-wolf attacks. They’ve been filling up the ghettoes here, taking whatever work they can. I bet you a Metro’ Mash that woman over there is one of us too.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll raise you one Philly Dog. What’re you saying to ‘em?”
“The usual. Europe doesn’t love you, you schmucks, how many pogroms will it take to realize it? There’s a country that does though, two oceans away. You might have heard about it, even if the authorities keep you from talking about its unbeatable military and unequaled living standards. And someday it’s gonna come and reach its hands out here, and then you’ll be safe forever— but you gotta help it along.”
“And that unsubtle approach is actually working now, because...?”
“‘Cause even the most servile, domesticated, quasi-Illumnist fucks know that they’re not safe here either. Paris is shaky, Damascus shakier. Some say— well, I say— the Germans are breaking bread with the Saracens! Some Crusaders they are, right? I ask these poor Jews of ours, if some Amir with a Sturmgewehr and a footlong erection comes screaming out of Araby, what exactly do you plan to do about it? Some say pray, and I leave those ones alone. But others ask if there’s a better way, and ain’t that what we’re offering?”
“Good, good. But I got another question for you. What does it mean when a guy has been covering his face with a newspaper without flipping a single page for ten whole minutes?”
“Could be his reading comprehension isn’t too good.”
“Not worth the risk. Down the alley it is, then.”
Siegel and Lansky paid and left the scene, making sure to pass the man holding the newspaper. His clothing gave nothing away, and his skin was as tan as any other Levantine’s. Darting left into a thin street lined with nondescript blocks, they entered one of the three pre-planned escape routes to the Givat, a smaller ghetto that the police hasn't visited recently. Four minutes passed, then five. Their pace slowed, their minds relaxed, the pressure lessened.
And suddenly Meyer was walking alone.
Covering his ears, he stumbled to the side, and when he opened his eyes again Benny was splayed out on the cement. His final breaths made bubbles in the blood coating the lower half of his face. Meyer turned, and faced the boy who had stepped on Benny’s shoe not two hours ago. Benny had cursed that boy’s mother in the President’s own English.
Ah. Was he at the cafe too? The newspaper guy must have signaled him. No, maybe that guy was a decoy, meant to get Benny’s attention. Or maybe Benny was thinking too hard like he always does, and the newspaper guy was just… some guy? But he was acting real shifty… then again… no… wait…
As Meyer mused helplessly, the boy raised his gun again.
***
“God is good,” Mu’izz al-Nablusi reported, “and He smiles on a task well done.”
“Did you really have to use the kid?” Police Undersecretary Raoul Salan groaned.
“Yasser is actually seventeen. Short for his age, you know? Malnourished as a kid, tragic. He needed an opportunity to prove himself, so the Boss gave him one. That, and a gun of Turkish make. Exists nowhere else, it might as well be untraceable.”
“Why, because the rounds are ball bearings with a gunpowder cake glued on? I’d be surprised if a chair of Turkish make had three functioning legs.”
“Their art had quite a bit of craftsmanship to it, until you razed their capital.”
“Until the Russians razed it. And you give me any more lip, I’ll report you to the Knights.”
Mu’izz barked out a short laugh. “Like hell you will. Anyways, you really ought to consider a more… final solution to your Jew problem—”
Raoul slammed his fist on a nearby crate, and Mu’izz jumped. As the militant’s eyes flitted to the cellar’s ceiling, trying to ascertain whether anyone in the restaurant above them had heard anything, the policeman hissed out a warning. “Just because I can’t actually report you doesn’t mean I’ll let you say what you like. You’re not going to be massacring Imperial citizens with my approval, you barbarian.”
Mu’izz made eye contact with Salan again. No one upstairs seemed to be on the way down. He shrugged. “You’re a bastard anyways, right? That’s why you fool around with Shuravis like me. It’s why we give you a cut from our protection business and you give us our money right back when you need something done.”
“Touche. But think about it, Mu’izz—would you still bribe me if my badge didn’t mean anything at all?”
Mu’izz made a show of scratching at his chin. “Well, now, if you were just a regular guy we would stop paying you, yes. And silence you, so you don't you try selling your knowledge of us.”
“Right, right. So from this we can deduce that I, a bastard, exist within the framework of law and order. Every termite needs his woodwork. But these Americans, see, they want to burn my woodwork to ash. Turn my world upside down—and they want to rape my wife and kill my son, too, can’t forget that bit. I’ll be damned if I let the Knights deal with the issue. Crusaders aren’t too good with intelligence, in either sense. They fought off the Persians just fine, but they didn’t see the signs of Qadir’s rebellion in Egypt until it was too late.”
“They’d prefer one enemy they can see approaching, not several enemies that flit around in the twilight.”
“They also hate an enemy within. How many of these superb Catholics have Supercatholic sympathies? That’s the way things are in the Levant. She’s a German snitch, his work buddy’s a Neo-Pagan, and their boss whacks off to photos of Joe Steele’s rallies. Organizations are disintegrating along fault lines they never knew they had.”
“So it takes an individual to solve this?”
Raoul extended his hand. “Maybe two.”
Mu’izz declined, but his smile was thoughtful. “Maybe more, a lot more. I can bring them, but they’d want a better deal than just money. We’re not just criminals, you know— we only do that to raise funds for our political goals.”
“I might have a little more influence after my investigation on ‘gang violence’ uncovers an American plot and gets me promoted. I’ll see what I can do.”
“You’d better, before the Germans offer us a sweeter deal.”
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An attempt at an Illuminist theory of history.
Introduction of Bronislav Kaminski’s “Sennacherib’s Promise: A Short Consideration of Past and Future” (1935)
“It was once fashionable to claim that history followed a narrative of ever-mounting progress. Let the centuries of man’s submission to imagined spirits dispel this notion. For all that trinkets and toys have advanced, the most significant advance in man himself only occurred less than twenty years ago. The Geminate Revolution is indeed the most important event in history, because it obliterated Historic Man and created the Man of the Future. However, we must remember that this event was not the product of any special characteristic of Germania and Russia, or of the 1st century PR. The Geminate Revolution is the fruit of the innate human abilities of self-recognition and free will. The task of the historian today is to discuss examples in the past of peoples who achieved a sufficiently heightened consciousness of these abilities, however transient. In this he may bring glory to his otherwise obsolete profession.
Let me relate just such a story. In the age when man first hammered iron into swords, an empire came into being which dominated civilization. This was Assyria, with its uncountable chariots and magnificent cities. It is told of in the Hebraic fables, and the arts of the archaeologist shine more light upon its forgotten history. This remarkable people bent the Orient to their will, bringing the proud Babylonians and Egyptians to heel and scattering the greater part of the Israelite nation to the wind.
‘Though for all that, they are still rock-slinging savages, no?’
Thus spoke a dear colleague. And they might well be, if not for a most curious fact unearthed by the archaeologists in Iraq: the god of the Assyrians was Assur, Assyria itself. I hope it is understood why this is a most remarkable thing. However brutish and uncouth these people may have been, they waged war in their own name, and for their own sake. They relied on no protection but what they could offer themselves. Prophets bow to gifted generals, miracles bow to sophisticated strategies, prayers give way to logistical ledgers. The Romans had plenty of all three, one might say, but they also trusted in the auguries obtained by mutilating the corpses of pigs! The Assyrians truly trusted in nothing but the strength of their society. Be sure not to call them unimaginative or drab— to insult their mindset is to insult our own Revolution! What have we fought and won for, if not for ourselves? What divinity do we recognize but our own? In the Assyrians’ early articulation of the First Revolutionary Proverb, we must recognize a kindred quality, like the visage of a long lost brother, or perhaps an estranged father.
This enlightened people nearly brought humanity to it greatest triumph, but alas— their most justifiable atrocity was left incomplete. Had the Assyrians obliterated Hezekiah’s kingdom as they did Hoshea’s, the world may have been spared much misery. Instead, a certain dread city lived on to inflict a threefold curse, a most powerful hex, upon mankind. It has been suggested (though always by way of euphemism) by high thinkers of our Republic that our destiny lies in the correction of Europe, and that the Orient is worth nothing more than its oil, its gold, and its laboring hands. I politely disagree, and not just because this soft Racialism is contrary to Revolutionary morality. Though we cannot reverse the past, it is only correct that we prepare for the most glorious of futures. Possession of the Dread City has granted legitimacy and power in turn to the Jew, the Mohammedan, and the Catholic Christian. Let it be taken away from all of them. Let it, and the “Holy” Land upon which it has visited nothing but the misery of the Crusade and the Djihad, be made anew by the Illumined hand, leaving behind a grand monument to Illumination. It will be a catastrophe for the Superstitious, but catastrophe was the precursor to the world's most important historic event. Who is to say that in time, the absence of the Dread City will not feel as natural, and rather more liberating, than its presence?
Let us not shy from the path pointed out by our fathers. Onward— For the Glory of Man!”
Introduction of Bronislav Kaminski’s “Sennacherib’s Promise: A Short Consideration of Past and Future” (1935)
“It was once fashionable to claim that history followed a narrative of ever-mounting progress. Let the centuries of man’s submission to imagined spirits dispel this notion. For all that trinkets and toys have advanced, the most significant advance in man himself only occurred less than twenty years ago. The Geminate Revolution is indeed the most important event in history, because it obliterated Historic Man and created the Man of the Future. However, we must remember that this event was not the product of any special characteristic of Germania and Russia, or of the 1st century PR. The Geminate Revolution is the fruit of the innate human abilities of self-recognition and free will. The task of the historian today is to discuss examples in the past of peoples who achieved a sufficiently heightened consciousness of these abilities, however transient. In this he may bring glory to his otherwise obsolete profession.
Let me relate just such a story. In the age when man first hammered iron into swords, an empire came into being which dominated civilization. This was Assyria, with its uncountable chariots and magnificent cities. It is told of in the Hebraic fables, and the arts of the archaeologist shine more light upon its forgotten history. This remarkable people bent the Orient to their will, bringing the proud Babylonians and Egyptians to heel and scattering the greater part of the Israelite nation to the wind.
‘Though for all that, they are still rock-slinging savages, no?’
Thus spoke a dear colleague. And they might well be, if not for a most curious fact unearthed by the archaeologists in Iraq: the god of the Assyrians was Assur, Assyria itself. I hope it is understood why this is a most remarkable thing. However brutish and uncouth these people may have been, they waged war in their own name, and for their own sake. They relied on no protection but what they could offer themselves. Prophets bow to gifted generals, miracles bow to sophisticated strategies, prayers give way to logistical ledgers. The Romans had plenty of all three, one might say, but they also trusted in the auguries obtained by mutilating the corpses of pigs! The Assyrians truly trusted in nothing but the strength of their society. Be sure not to call them unimaginative or drab— to insult their mindset is to insult our own Revolution! What have we fought and won for, if not for ourselves? What divinity do we recognize but our own? In the Assyrians’ early articulation of the First Revolutionary Proverb, we must recognize a kindred quality, like the visage of a long lost brother, or perhaps an estranged father.
This enlightened people nearly brought humanity to it greatest triumph, but alas— their most justifiable atrocity was left incomplete. Had the Assyrians obliterated Hezekiah’s kingdom as they did Hoshea’s, the world may have been spared much misery. Instead, a certain dread city lived on to inflict a threefold curse, a most powerful hex, upon mankind. It has been suggested (though always by way of euphemism) by high thinkers of our Republic that our destiny lies in the correction of Europe, and that the Orient is worth nothing more than its oil, its gold, and its laboring hands. I politely disagree, and not just because this soft Racialism is contrary to Revolutionary morality. Though we cannot reverse the past, it is only correct that we prepare for the most glorious of futures. Possession of the Dread City has granted legitimacy and power in turn to the Jew, the Mohammedan, and the Catholic Christian. Let it be taken away from all of them. Let it, and the “Holy” Land upon which it has visited nothing but the misery of the Crusade and the Djihad, be made anew by the Illumined hand, leaving behind a grand monument to Illumination. It will be a catastrophe for the Superstitious, but catastrophe was the precursor to the world's most important historic event. Who is to say that in time, the absence of the Dread City will not feel as natural, and rather more liberating, than its presence?
Let us not shy from the path pointed out by our fathers. Onward— For the Glory of Man!”
[The picture is an Assyrian statue of an eagle headed protective spirit, but two headed because Russia.]
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Could we be seeing an influx of food from "Corea" into the Confederation of the Carolinas? Or have we already seen that? Distribution of food due to settlement/imperialism? Food from the "margins" (Colonized area) going to the "center" (colonizing power)?
Aside from what @MuricanTauri1776 said, I'm actually thinking of whipping up a CFC menu post so we can see how other Corean food is getting popular.
Hark the Sound at Billy Park's Corean Fried Chicken Y'all!
Billy Park's Famous CFC Family Meal Deal: 75¢
30 pc bucket of CFC, the Full Banchan Smorgasbord (Kimchee, Cucumber Kimchee, White Rice, Mashed Potatoes, Creamed Corn) and 2 gallons of sweet tea
Billy Park's Miniature CFC Family Meal Deal: 55¢
20 pc bucket of CFC, the Half Banchan Smorgasbord (Kimchee, White Rice, Mashed Potatoes) and 1 gallon of sweet tea
The Andy Jackson Meal Deal: 35¢
15 pc bucket of CFC, the Half Banchan Smorgasbord (Kimchee, White Rice, Mashed Potatoes) and 1/2 gallon of sweet tea
The Jimmy Polk Meal Deal: 30¢
10 pc bucket of CFC, Kimchee, Mashed Potatoes, 1/2 gallon of sweet tea
THE JOHNNY GAMBLE SPECIAL: 60¢
Eat the same lunch as our beloved Chancellor! 10 pc bucket of CFC, a special Full Banchan Smorgasbord (Kimchee, Extra Cucumber Kimchee, White Rice, Mashed Potatoes, extra Creamed Corn) and a gallon and a half of sweet tea!
5 Piece CFC Bucket: 8¢
10 Piece CFC Bucket: 16¢
Full Banchan Spread: 14¢
Half Banchan Spread: 7¢
Glass of Sweet Tea: 2¢
Half Gallon of Sweet Tea: 5¢
Gallon of Sweet tea: 10¢
Glass of Lemonade: 3¢
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(Following up on my previous post about Gran Colombia. Enjoy)
Gran Colombia went through many periods of social strife and unrest, but today remains one of the greatest pillars of republicanism in the face of fascist regimes and monarchist rule. The founding of Gran Colombia came due to the collapse of the Spanish Empire as Caesar Napoleon I invaded Spain in 1827. King Ferdinand VII would kill himself and left the holdings of the Spanish crown to Napoleon II. Many in the Spanish colonies saw this as an opportunity to break away from Europe and lead their own nations. One such man was General Simon Bolivar. Bolivar was a member of the creole (ethnic Spanish born in the colonies) nobility who would declare independence on May 4, 1827. Though the upper class and the intellectuals welcomed the end of Spanish rule, most in the former colony of New Granada did not throw their support behind the revolutionaries. However, one news of French possession over them was guaranteed, many flocked to Bolivar.
Success was not assured. Spain still had a strong foothold in the Americas, and the revolutionaries still needed to set up a working government. France had exerted itself in quelling a colonial uprising in Saint Domingue, and so now the French navy guarded the coast of South American ready to engage in a blockade if things became too radical. The Battle of Caracas was a stunning victory for the Colombians at set waves of unrest across the rest of the Spanish Empire. By 1828, Bogota was ceased, and rebel forces from Mexico met with their South American counterparts in Panama. The Yaviza Conference was a meeting between Bolivar and Agustín de Iturbide to discuss the future of former Spanish America. Panama was under the Viceroyalty of New Granada, and Mexico had established a puppet government in that territory. There had already been fighting between the two groups in the First Panamanian War as it was called. Some expected Bolivar to demand that it be added to Gran Colombia. No records of their meeting were made, and no one is sure what happened. The two parties would part ways, and Panama would remain under Mexican influence while additional supplies and soldiers were sent to aid the war in South America. Bolivar would be greatly criticized for his failure to bring in Panama to Gran Colombia as they lost a valuable region. However, Gran Colombia could not afford to wage war against both Spain and Mexico. It also appeared to many that the Mexican Republic of Panama was beginning to fill with radicals and opponents of Iturbide, something that would hurt any party that held control of the region. It was better to let the other side drain themselves, trying to contain it for now.
Simon Bolivar and the Mad Emperor Agustín
The accepted date for the end of the Colombian War of Independence is March 3, 1829, as France officially recognized the quasi republican military junta as a free nation. Gran Colombia had participated in international events since 1827 unopposed. However, the last effort for Spain to somewhat retain control of Colombia occurred on April 9 at the Battle of San Lorenzo. The Spanish loyalist suffered a crushing defeat putting an end to the rule of Spain. Bolivar was celebrated as a hero of the revolution, similar to how George Washington was in the North American republics. However, now that the war had been won, many wished to reform and create in place an actual government instead of continuing a near military dictatorship. Bolivar, for his part, resigned his commission in the military to the surprise of most. Feeling there was no fear of a military takeover, representatives across Colombia meet in Bogota to discuss forming a new government
The Bogota Convention was greatly influenced by the failure of the United States. "We are the new Rome in place of the United States," Teobaldo Martín Pavia told the convention. Pavia was a lawyer and representative from Quito and the leader of the Federalist faction in the government. The Federalists wanted a strong central government and unity. Many opponents made connections between him and Alexander Hamilton, the man who ruined the United States. The Regionalists were those who sought strong provincial governments or even independence from one another. The Federalist pointed to the decentralized mess that the United States was and how its collapsed became so easy as the people thought themselves as Virginians or Georgians before Americans. The Regionalists saw the Federalist attempts to undermine the system to increase power as the fall of the United States. In the end, the Constitution of 1830, set up a rather weak government similar to the Articles of Confederation. The Federalists refused to participate, and the Regionalists refused to govern, leaving the government in the hands of military officers and strong men. Bolivar was elected as a neutral candidate and won in a landslide.
Bolivar was a dedicated republican and believed in the dream of a united Colombian and made great strides to ensure his nation's advancement. However, only a few months into his presidency he would catch the flu and die. Panic struck Colombia and the Regionalists began to push for secession. Meinrad Beutel had also taken up residency in Gran Colombia and began to publish his anarchist material only fueling flames for revolutions in the lower classes. Martin Rascon, a moderate Federalist, had been sworn as President following Bolivar's death. He attempted to compromise with both sides, but in 1832 he was nearly assassinated by a Venezuelan nationalist. Following that, martial law was declared. A group of Venezuelan monarchist declared their separation from Gran Colombia and the installation of José Antonio Páez as king. President Rascon had been unable to contain the conflict, and as Beutel occupied Quito and declared his revolutionary republic, Rascon had a mental breakdown.
Seeing his nation collapse around him, on September 13, 1833, Pavia ousted Rascon and his supporters in a coup and installed himself as the Emergency Leader. He declared martial law and made Bogota into a fortress to prepare for any major attacks by the Beutalist. Pavia ordered General Francisco de Paula Santander to crush the monarchist revolt and bring Venezuela back into the nation. His task would be difficult, but relatively easy compared to bringing an end to the Beulatlist rebellion. It had spread not just in Ecuador, but into Cundinamarca. News soon spread of the cruelty of the Beautalist forces and massacres of upper-class members and slave owners. No one knew it was Beutal's subordinate, Leonhard Troki, who was conducting these atrocities, but it did not matter. Bogota was terrified, and so was the rest of Latin America. Peru, Brazil, and Rio de Plata sent volunteers to cut off the rebels.
Teobaldo Martín Pavia
Pavia would then order the Decree of Emancipation, giving freedom to all slaves on Gran Colombia soil, including those in rebellion. Many of the more conservative were outraged by this act. "The slaves at the gates with guns and swords in hand. Either you let them and treat them as men and brothers or wait for them to storm in. You pick gentlemen." Pavia had cut off some support from the Beutal, but still many rallied from his cause. In the Spring of 1834, soldiers from all over South American gathered at Florencia and declared themselves the El Ejército de Naciones Libres or the Army of Free Nations. There were Colombians, Venezuelans, Ecuadorians, Peruvians, Chilians, Brazilians, and even some Spanish. Pavia had hoped that Mexico would put aside their differences and send help, but the Mad Emperor refused. They were led by Jose de la Mar, a Gran Colombian from Ecuador, who had close relations with Peru, who sent the most volunteers. There was hope that this army could quickly bring about the Beutalist. However, there were major delays and mistrust in the ranks, especially between Spanish and Portuguese speakers. Despite the setbacks, the Beutalist could only engage in small skirmishes before retreating further into Ecuador.
By 1835, the Venezuelan rebellion had been crushed, and Santander was headed south to surround the Beutalist completely. Troki had other plans. He would abandon Beutal and escape to Panama and set up a new revolutionary republic. With Troki fleeing, Quito became the main target. After a brutal siege, Quito fell, but Beutal escaped to Mexico. The army of free nations was unsure if they should cross over into Mexico, but as Iturbide had refused to send aid, they refused to help him. Some believed this would be a new area of Latin unity in South America, but after the French puppet state of California was created, it was clear that there could be no league between those who were independent and not.
The Army of Free Nations meets
Ecuador was in shambles, Venezuela was vengeful, and Cundinamarca was divided. Pavia argued for a new constitution to be written. "I burnt the constitution to save this nation because we had no other way to save it." He gave up his powers once a new Constitutional Convention was called. The Regionalists were greatly reduced in power and size following the Venezuelan insurrection, and Federalists were able to create a more centralized government. Gran Colombia was to be divided into three states, Ecuador, Venezuela, and Cundinamarca, which were subdivided into 11 departments. Each department would have three representatives in the upper house, State Council or Consejo de Estado. Below the departments were 35 provinces that would have proportional representatives in the lower house, House of Representatives or Cámara de Los Representantes.
A national court system was set up along with an executive. The executive was composed of the Chancellor and President of Gran Colombia. The President was elected every five years by the people while the Chancellor was nominated by the lower house and approved by the upper. The chancellorship was rather weak and had to gain popular support in both legislatures to get anything done. Real power was in the presidency that was also head of the military and had emergency powers in case something like a separatist movement or Beutalist uprising.
"The Citizens of the Republic of Gran Colombia, do declare this Constitution, as supreme in all affairs within the borders of this nation as to better protect the citizenry, to provide stability and to continue our status as a free and independent nation."
To appease the fears of the Regionalist, the Federalists agreed to ratify seven amendments to the Constitution if they supported it. The Seven Liberties were passed:
Following this new Constitution, Pavia was elected legitimately in 1835 as President. His task was grave as to rebuild half the nation and keep it together. "We sit on a land of gold, yet we can not afford the ships to send it to those who yearn for it." Gran Colombia would need to industrialize if it was going to compete with the RU or the Southron Republics, but they needed help. Pavia would send Rogerio Peraza, the Colombian Goodyear, to Paris for the World Congress in 1838 to find investors. Peraza was a witness of Kaiser Franz Karl's assassination during a military concert and saw his Beutalist assassin killed by royal guards. The people of the audience began to panic but were placed under guard to be protected and searched. Seeing the confusion and sorrow in people's faces, Peraza took to the stage and told them, "Kings, monarchs and noble birth lend me your ears, for I am a man of pain. The same pain you feel now. The same pain, hundreds of my people felt as the anarchist pillaged and raped my nation. We thought we would lose our land, our liberty and our lives. But they did not win there and they will not win here. Pain is what they want. Fear is what they need. But if we do not give them fear then they have nothing. This man wanted for you to panic and fear what could happen, but if you refuse to if you stand strong as we did, then not even the heavens can move you."
He was almost shot by the guards before he started his speech, but he walked off the stage with applause from all in the audience. Peraza would be greeted by Napoleon II, who had a small mental breakdown following his near assassination but had heard Peraza's speech and felt better. Pereza admitted to Napoleon II that France would survive anything that the Beutalist could throw at them but Gran Colombia was struggling to recover. Some believe Napoleon II felt sympathetic to the cause of the Colombians and others believe he saw him as an assist for stability in the New World. Georgian felt insulted by France's negotiations in the Louisiana Purchase and believed Gran Colombia would make a perfect ally.
Rogerio Peraza
Capital soon fell right into Peraza's lap along with swarms of republican minded immigrants across Catholic Europe looking for a new home. Though most believed it was a harder life in the RU, they thought it was exaggerated, but the story of the Gilroy Brothers changed that. Thomas and Jonathan were two Irish brothers who left home. Thomas went to Gran Colombia was able to purchase a coffee farm and soon became wealthy. However, Jonathan moved to the RU and was forced to work in a Goodyear factory before losing a hand in an accident. His medical debt soon forced him to work in an Ohio farm for grueling pay and long hours. He eventually got word to his brother who orchestrated his escape. He was placed in a cargo box destined for Virginia and for little over a day he hid in the cramped box until he was freed in Richmond. From there he was given passage to Gran Colombia. He wrote his tale of horror and bravery down with his brother and it became a hit. Though the book was a rival, or complement, to Dragomir's Cabin in the Spanish speaking world. Jonathan" s Travels was in English as well but was more popular in Spanish and other Latin languages leading to a decrease in immigration to the RU.
Pavia would stay in power as President until 1845 as he retired from politics. By then, the Federalist and Regionalist had morphed into several different political parties. The Homeland Party were traditionalists isolationist, pro-small government, and supported agriculture over industrialization. Their major opponent was the Liberators. They were capitalists, urban-dwelling, and wanted to place Gran Colombia at the world stage. The Citizens League was a minor party that supported greater suffrage for the middle class and opposed immigration mostly aimed at the educated and elite coming from Europe.
The Liberators' aim for the election of 1845 was to expand Gran Colombia. South America was either controlled by its allies, Peru, or greater powers. The Caribbean, too, was not something they could touch without setting off the Southron Republics, but in Central America, they saw an opportunity. Mexico had been crippled since their war with the RU, and Georgia and Panama was still an unstable region. To many Colombians, Panama was rightfully theirs. The trade possibilities for the land were also desirable. Peraza, who had been Chancellor of Gran Colombia, since 1840 as a Liberator, promised to reclaim their heritage and avenge the mistake of Yaviza. The Liberators swept the election, and Gran Colombia prepared for war. "I saw a dream for Colombia, but I would create a nightmare," Peraza would later claim.
Gran Colombia went through many periods of social strife and unrest, but today remains one of the greatest pillars of republicanism in the face of fascist regimes and monarchist rule. The founding of Gran Colombia came due to the collapse of the Spanish Empire as Caesar Napoleon I invaded Spain in 1827. King Ferdinand VII would kill himself and left the holdings of the Spanish crown to Napoleon II. Many in the Spanish colonies saw this as an opportunity to break away from Europe and lead their own nations. One such man was General Simon Bolivar. Bolivar was a member of the creole (ethnic Spanish born in the colonies) nobility who would declare independence on May 4, 1827. Though the upper class and the intellectuals welcomed the end of Spanish rule, most in the former colony of New Granada did not throw their support behind the revolutionaries. However, one news of French possession over them was guaranteed, many flocked to Bolivar.
Success was not assured. Spain still had a strong foothold in the Americas, and the revolutionaries still needed to set up a working government. France had exerted itself in quelling a colonial uprising in Saint Domingue, and so now the French navy guarded the coast of South American ready to engage in a blockade if things became too radical. The Battle of Caracas was a stunning victory for the Colombians at set waves of unrest across the rest of the Spanish Empire. By 1828, Bogota was ceased, and rebel forces from Mexico met with their South American counterparts in Panama. The Yaviza Conference was a meeting between Bolivar and Agustín de Iturbide to discuss the future of former Spanish America. Panama was under the Viceroyalty of New Granada, and Mexico had established a puppet government in that territory. There had already been fighting between the two groups in the First Panamanian War as it was called. Some expected Bolivar to demand that it be added to Gran Colombia. No records of their meeting were made, and no one is sure what happened. The two parties would part ways, and Panama would remain under Mexican influence while additional supplies and soldiers were sent to aid the war in South America. Bolivar would be greatly criticized for his failure to bring in Panama to Gran Colombia as they lost a valuable region. However, Gran Colombia could not afford to wage war against both Spain and Mexico. It also appeared to many that the Mexican Republic of Panama was beginning to fill with radicals and opponents of Iturbide, something that would hurt any party that held control of the region. It was better to let the other side drain themselves, trying to contain it for now.
Simon Bolivar and the Mad Emperor Agustín
The Bogota Convention was greatly influenced by the failure of the United States. "We are the new Rome in place of the United States," Teobaldo Martín Pavia told the convention. Pavia was a lawyer and representative from Quito and the leader of the Federalist faction in the government. The Federalists wanted a strong central government and unity. Many opponents made connections between him and Alexander Hamilton, the man who ruined the United States. The Regionalists were those who sought strong provincial governments or even independence from one another. The Federalist pointed to the decentralized mess that the United States was and how its collapsed became so easy as the people thought themselves as Virginians or Georgians before Americans. The Regionalists saw the Federalist attempts to undermine the system to increase power as the fall of the United States. In the end, the Constitution of 1830, set up a rather weak government similar to the Articles of Confederation. The Federalists refused to participate, and the Regionalists refused to govern, leaving the government in the hands of military officers and strong men. Bolivar was elected as a neutral candidate and won in a landslide.
Bolivar was a dedicated republican and believed in the dream of a united Colombian and made great strides to ensure his nation's advancement. However, only a few months into his presidency he would catch the flu and die. Panic struck Colombia and the Regionalists began to push for secession. Meinrad Beutel had also taken up residency in Gran Colombia and began to publish his anarchist material only fueling flames for revolutions in the lower classes. Martin Rascon, a moderate Federalist, had been sworn as President following Bolivar's death. He attempted to compromise with both sides, but in 1832 he was nearly assassinated by a Venezuelan nationalist. Following that, martial law was declared. A group of Venezuelan monarchist declared their separation from Gran Colombia and the installation of José Antonio Páez as king. President Rascon had been unable to contain the conflict, and as Beutel occupied Quito and declared his revolutionary republic, Rascon had a mental breakdown.
Seeing his nation collapse around him, on September 13, 1833, Pavia ousted Rascon and his supporters in a coup and installed himself as the Emergency Leader. He declared martial law and made Bogota into a fortress to prepare for any major attacks by the Beutalist. Pavia ordered General Francisco de Paula Santander to crush the monarchist revolt and bring Venezuela back into the nation. His task would be difficult, but relatively easy compared to bringing an end to the Beulatlist rebellion. It had spread not just in Ecuador, but into Cundinamarca. News soon spread of the cruelty of the Beautalist forces and massacres of upper-class members and slave owners. No one knew it was Beutal's subordinate, Leonhard Troki, who was conducting these atrocities, but it did not matter. Bogota was terrified, and so was the rest of Latin America. Peru, Brazil, and Rio de Plata sent volunteers to cut off the rebels.
Teobaldo Martín Pavia
By 1835, the Venezuelan rebellion had been crushed, and Santander was headed south to surround the Beutalist completely. Troki had other plans. He would abandon Beutal and escape to Panama and set up a new revolutionary republic. With Troki fleeing, Quito became the main target. After a brutal siege, Quito fell, but Beutal escaped to Mexico. The army of free nations was unsure if they should cross over into Mexico, but as Iturbide had refused to send aid, they refused to help him. Some believed this would be a new area of Latin unity in South America, but after the French puppet state of California was created, it was clear that there could be no league between those who were independent and not.
The Army of Free Nations meets
A national court system was set up along with an executive. The executive was composed of the Chancellor and President of Gran Colombia. The President was elected every five years by the people while the Chancellor was nominated by the lower house and approved by the upper. The chancellorship was rather weak and had to gain popular support in both legislatures to get anything done. Real power was in the presidency that was also head of the military and had emergency powers in case something like a separatist movement or Beutalist uprising.
"The Citizens of the Republic of Gran Colombia, do declare this Constitution, as supreme in all affairs within the borders of this nation as to better protect the citizenry, to provide stability and to continue our status as a free and independent nation."
To appease the fears of the Regionalist, the Federalists agreed to ratify seven amendments to the Constitution if they supported it. The Seven Liberties were passed:
- The right to protest and expression gave people the ability to protest the government.
- The right to vote for any public office
- The freedom from unreasonable seizures, taxes, and punishment
- The right to a jury and public trial
- The right to pursue compensation from public and private individuals
- The right for a state to maintain a militia for protection
- The allocation of powers not given to the national government to the lower ones
Following this new Constitution, Pavia was elected legitimately in 1835 as President. His task was grave as to rebuild half the nation and keep it together. "We sit on a land of gold, yet we can not afford the ships to send it to those who yearn for it." Gran Colombia would need to industrialize if it was going to compete with the RU or the Southron Republics, but they needed help. Pavia would send Rogerio Peraza, the Colombian Goodyear, to Paris for the World Congress in 1838 to find investors. Peraza was a witness of Kaiser Franz Karl's assassination during a military concert and saw his Beutalist assassin killed by royal guards. The people of the audience began to panic but were placed under guard to be protected and searched. Seeing the confusion and sorrow in people's faces, Peraza took to the stage and told them, "Kings, monarchs and noble birth lend me your ears, for I am a man of pain. The same pain you feel now. The same pain, hundreds of my people felt as the anarchist pillaged and raped my nation. We thought we would lose our land, our liberty and our lives. But they did not win there and they will not win here. Pain is what they want. Fear is what they need. But if we do not give them fear then they have nothing. This man wanted for you to panic and fear what could happen, but if you refuse to if you stand strong as we did, then not even the heavens can move you."
He was almost shot by the guards before he started his speech, but he walked off the stage with applause from all in the audience. Peraza would be greeted by Napoleon II, who had a small mental breakdown following his near assassination but had heard Peraza's speech and felt better. Pereza admitted to Napoleon II that France would survive anything that the Beutalist could throw at them but Gran Colombia was struggling to recover. Some believe Napoleon II felt sympathetic to the cause of the Colombians and others believe he saw him as an assist for stability in the New World. Georgian felt insulted by France's negotiations in the Louisiana Purchase and believed Gran Colombia would make a perfect ally.
Rogerio Peraza
Pavia would stay in power as President until 1845 as he retired from politics. By then, the Federalist and Regionalist had morphed into several different political parties. The Homeland Party were traditionalists isolationist, pro-small government, and supported agriculture over industrialization. Their major opponent was the Liberators. They were capitalists, urban-dwelling, and wanted to place Gran Colombia at the world stage. The Citizens League was a minor party that supported greater suffrage for the middle class and opposed immigration mostly aimed at the educated and elite coming from Europe.
The Liberators' aim for the election of 1845 was to expand Gran Colombia. South America was either controlled by its allies, Peru, or greater powers. The Caribbean, too, was not something they could touch without setting off the Southron Republics, but in Central America, they saw an opportunity. Mexico had been crippled since their war with the RU, and Georgia and Panama was still an unstable region. To many Colombians, Panama was rightfully theirs. The trade possibilities for the land were also desirable. Peraza, who had been Chancellor of Gran Colombia, since 1840 as a Liberator, promised to reclaim their heritage and avenge the mistake of Yaviza. The Liberators swept the election, and Gran Colombia prepared for war. "I saw a dream for Colombia, but I would create a nightmare," Peraza would later claim.
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Could it be possible that Zionism was a way to off-load Jews in Israel, so "It's someone else's problem now?" This is the Madnessverse after all...
The thing is, Jews in the RU are seen as Betters and Pinnacle Blooded people. They’re an important, accepted, and supported aspect of RU society, so “off-loading” them doesn’t quite fit. That said, there’s a strong element within the religious fundamentalist community of OTL who are blindingly Zionist not out of any real love for the Jews, but because they believe that restoring Israel to its biblical aspects, that it will help bring about the Second Coming Of Christ. This being Madness, it’s not hard to imagine that movement being dialed all the way up to 12 and made explicit foreign policy.
I don't think that'll be the Union's view. However, a big part of the chapter is going to be covering why each power is a fan of this idea, and it isn't just AFC doctrine.
There will definitely be some of that as well.
Finally! If you need, I know some Zionist figures from the 20s-30s you can use.
I wander how the AFC-esque Judaism would be like. I think it would be strange because jews shouldn't say Jehovah out loud and the RU use this word a lot.
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