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16 + 1 advice for men that you will not find in Maxim​

This article is wholly dedicated to the gentlemen reading "Butt Chronicles". Here are 16 plus 1 advice that will hopefully make your coexistence with the fairer, betterer, beautifuler and charmerer gender much more smooth. Men advice then! Dudes, I want you to be straight and firm. MAN POWER! You KNOW you do all of the following, so don't act like you're innocent! Stop turning everything into competition. Yeah, sure - you need to expand your territory and superiority over all other males in order to be able to mate first, hence your ass-pimped car, snooker, football, etc etc, but do not overdo it. I triple-assure you that you won't get any "pussy" for topping sports such as... KITE FIGHTING You must be registered for see images COUNTER-STRIKE TOURNAMENTS You must be registered for see images LAWN MOWER RACING You must be registered for see images HUNTING ROUND CHEESE DOWNHILL You must be registered for see images (I swear they do it in Wendmark, like.)​ Stop beating up things when they cease working. You are neither a mother-fucking orc nor does behaving like a god-damn ape fix anything. Your Playstation is a sensitive electronic device. It is neither a Kievan car, nor a petrol-running chainsaw, nor the wood stoves they use in the Alps to bake potatoes and figs. Stop taking a piss just about anywhere. The fact you can does not mean you devil-be-damned have to! And what's wrong with old people, honestly?!? Is there some age limit, after which you can milk your fucking cock in the middle of the street? I was passing outside an elementary school not long ago, in the corner between Isabella I. Ave. and Oldenburg Str. He was walking peacefully, pauses, turns his back against the street, and FSHHH! Here comes Willy, the black boiler operator from Dagomba! No, he didn't even bother going to a corner. He was, like, "So what if I am standing with the Frankfurter out, in front of the schoolyard where children are playing? Now we piss!" Fshhh! Nobody took that stupid piece of shit of a thing you're looking for half an hour now. You just cannot remember where you abandoned it. Admit it: you'll be losing your personal items once in a while, and nobody would have the motive of stealing your "hexagonal screwdriver no. 17" anytime soon. Stop hitting on everything that moves like there's no tomorrow. To get one fuck after a thousand rejections is not a success. We all know men are eager to eat a bucker full of shit if it meant fucking when the night falls, but you're actually doing it WRONG. It is harmful. If anything, you encourage those ugly skanks that are not worth it. A bitch who is fucking ugly is easier to get laid with, but think of the next poor guy to hit on her. On top of that, have some bloody god damn quality and decency! Besides it being rude and annoying, it makes you look desperate! Oh wait, men ARE desperate. Stop kissing everyone you know on the cheek when you meet. What kind of gay bullshit is that, and why is it that only those "I am only 19 years old but I am trying to look older" wannabe-foreign-communist dick-suckers do it? The same suckers who will go to "ethnic places" for their "musical entertainment" just for the sake of dancing posing-classical-break-dance with the cigarette hanging from their mouths as if it means "I am sorrowful, rawr". Badass my cunt! What kind of sorrow do you expect to have aged 19 to 20, idiot? Did your bitch-whore forget to give you an unanswered call before she went to sleep? Do you not find Carentanian-looking clothes anymore? Did your hard drive break down? Stop being nice to women just because we're "dat ass" or something. It is really ridiculous. It is fun to subject you guys to, but it is too painful to watch really. I have known you for three days. I WON'T FUCK YOU. Even if I want to fuck you, the micro-tasks you torment yourself with and offer to do for me do not help you get towards the fuck direction. Before you go and burn that compilation CD with all the music of the Kievan Army Choir or whatever bat shit I listen to, before you offer to give me a taxi ride to my place that happens to be two duchies and a Wendmark away, before you offer to help with my computer problems, think. Would you do the same if I had a cock? Nuh-huh-ha, I don't think so! What do you expect us to think? "For a week now, this moron leaves me coldly indifferent, but today he brought me notes from the print place. OK, tell the cleaner to put a 'wet floor' sign, since my pussy is now DRIPPING WENT FOR HIM." Not everyone is gay. They just happen to be working out more, more stylish, and they are more famous than you. We know you'd like most of them to be gay to have less competition, but tough luck! It is like those girls who are trying to find extra fat on all "dat pussy" you guys like. It is pathetic! So, stop being so sure when someone more handsome and better than you is on TV. No, they're not fags. Okay, HE is. You must be registered for see images Prince Ludwig of Eiffelland​ Learn giving head to women right. It isn't about the tricks or the size of your dick. It is about the attitude. And you need to do it not just for the girl, but for you. When you've started liking it, you'll see you're on the right path. The tricks will be following suit; you'll know when your girl is trying to strangle you with her legs as if she is attempting a technical knock-out on MMA. And if we come once or twice when you give us head, we can even get the tendency you have a dick. We get surprised, like! "What, you brought a dick as well!? Let me do a quick phonecall... Mom, this one brought a dick as well!" Football and hockey are just games, and so is goat-chasing on the Alps if you're Saxon or Wendmarker. Scientific evidence from a hundred years of study point to the fact that when your favourite team wins, you win nothing. Only those doped hill-billies win something, and most of them would cross the road to avoid you if they saw you on the road. You cannot refer to them as "your" team. You're like those brainless wenches who get obsessed over Twilight and those guys who would never turn to look at them but they still refer to that idiot as "MY Robert!" You, by comparison, have your life revolve around 11 corks who happen to wear different colours from another 11 corks. NEVER, EVER say "I have stopped wanking". You're either a liar, or without hands. But what am I saying? Men would wank even without hands, somehow. Probably by rubbing their crotch on their bed, or having their grandma do it for them, or... Well, they'd find some way. So you're a fucking liar who thinks that abstaining from masturbation heightens his manliness in the eyes of the women you hit on in the flat paintings of fantasy artists. NIGH UNLIKELY! You must be registered for see images Wanking has nothing to do with sex. I might get a stallion of a guy, have him fuck the shit out of my cunt, and still masturbate after he leaves. And I bet he'd do the same. And if the woman you hit on does not appreciate the magic of masturbation she's an old-fashioned bitch and not worth your time. So, cut the nonsense! Men are a species who will wank at the DVD boxset of "The Golden Girls" if needed. You are ALL like that, so leave it there. You can fool nobody. Stop honking at bitches from your car. When you see some pussy at the traffic lights, your strategy is: "I will honk on the move, she will toss away her heels, grab the car, hold onto it, climb to the rear and write her phone number on the glass. FLAWLESS!" Flawless indeed! Stop acting as if you know politics in front of bitches. Yes, you wank, you know it all! This is why we're governed by the same coalition for the past... what, fifty years? Sixty? It certainly cannot be seventy? And we still get nothing. Because Hans and Klaus and Johann and all the men in history are ACES in politics and fucking geniuses. SHOVE A ROTTEN CARROT UP YOUR ANUS, MORON. The perfect woman is not your female clone. It is my clone. The two genders are different and it is about time you accepted that. Stop looking for the ideal girlfriend who listens to the same music, watches the same films, has the same opinions and likes the same kind of sex as you do. First: you'll never find her. Second: If you find her and make a relationship with her, how long is it until you realise you made up with yourself and bore yourself to death? One week? Two? Take it from me. It's better if you find some cunt outside your cycle. It will be adventurous, you'll never get bored, and all the nerves you cause each other will materialise as hard fornicating! YOU ARE FAT. The fact you are with your girlfriend for quite a while because you feed her or fuck her well or are good to her or all of the above does not explain the 8 kgr. you got on your back since you stopped being a hit-anything-that-moves manwhore. We do not like it, and we do not find it cute: WE JUST STAND IT. At the same time, your girlfriend is subconsciously understanding this as indifference towards her, on your part. If, after three years of relationship, she spends time to make her hair or shave her legs and pussy, it is your duty to do a little working out as well. Admit it, you're never satisfied. You call women "whores" or "skanks" or "sluts" or "wenches". Women do "strategic" whoring such as "I will fuck your best friend as a form of revenge" but if you keep us happy, we've got you like the Kaiser. When you become a woman's "my man" it does not matter if you are fat, ugly, hillbilly, yuck, or from the Wendmarker Alps, and they won't get their mind on other men (unless they're whores). But men are animals. Your girlfriend can be a divinely sent beauty and have you be her own personal Kaiser but it doesn't matter. You'll always look for a new hole to stuff your dick in, and there's a 99% chance it's worse. Look at what that Lorraine actor had to fuck: You must be registered for see images And he chose to have sex with that: You must be registered for see links Imagine what YOU are capable of! Always hold your promises. It shows you care for the people who support you and love you. It is true for both genders, even. To prove it, I will post the winner of the contest for the brightest comment from my previous article, as promised: And the winner i

elit_1779's Information​ Name: Anna Sex: Yes please! Location: Augsburg, Swabia Age: Immature adult Description: My name is Anna (oooooo~...) I might hate blogs with a passion (that fucking name sounds like the noise one makes when he has vomited his stomach, and now keeps puking his innards) but given I wanted someplace to post my opinions without worrying about copyright or whoring my cunt to pay for a proper website, so... here I am!

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Posted 1-11-12
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Of Sex and Cinema

A Potenzan favorite for the 2012 Vesper International Film festival is the Capriolo Pictures film L'Amore di Cinema ("The Love of Film"). It is advertised as part satire, part dark comedy, and part romance, if any of those can truly fit the billing. The film, made by first-time director Daria Pisu, tells the story of a sexually frustrated woman who begins to study film after she finds she can become aroused by movie making. One of the most famous scenes of the film (now a meme on YouTube) is near the beginning, where the woman, played by Carla Milo, presses herself against a screen playing a film in widescreen, and strokes her hands along the length of the presentation. Another scene has the woman being coached by a haughty film critic, and soon enters self-pleasure as she listens to him rattle on and on about the history of cinema - the more picayune in detail he gets, the more aroused she becomes, until she finally reaches orgasm.

Those who may be turned away by the plot summary (or, on the other hand, titillated), may be surprised to discover that the film has very little nudity, and all sexuality is either implied or off-camera. Daria said that in the past films which attempted to talk about the mechanics of sex ended up merely being eye candy, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. She first got the idea for the film after hearing a friend complain about her failing sex drive, a conversation which happened shortly before her graduation from the Turin School of Arts. She was also inspired by both the oversexualized content of most mainstream films, as well as what she called "rampant self-importance" among most circles within the filmmaking world.

"We had a real studio producer come by to assist us in making pitches," Daria said in an interview, "I had a synopsis for a film, and had gone into great detail about this woman's personality and background. I thought I'd done a fairly decent job. The producer skimmed it and then said to me, 'Yes, yes, but you forgot something. What does she look like? Is she sexy?'" In an email interview for a woman's magazine, she wrote: "I found that I had to change my personality to fit into this 'film world.' I had to speak a certain way, behave a certain way, think a certain way. Everyone I knew seemed to think they were more important than they really were. It almost made me quit my studies on a number of occasions. I wasn't sure if these people loved movies or just themselves."

If sex sells movies, then in L'Amore the line between the entities of sex and movie is itself blurred, and the two become one. At the film's climax, Carla Milo's character is so engrossed in filmmaking that, as she's editing the final cut of her movie, she finds that she can only be aroused by the degree of edits she makes, and by the time she reaches orgasm her film has literally thousands upon thousands of edits. Her peers and professors call her insane, but - quite fittingly - her movie is declared a masterpiece by critics at the college's film festival. Thus in one fell swoop, Daria pokes fun at both sexuality and cinematic culture.

The Portrait of a Woman

Upon premiering at select art houses in Potenza, L'Amore received mixed reviews from critics. Some said Daria Pisu was overdoing her moral lesson, while others said it was a fitting jab at modern-day films. The Archdiocese of San Salvo's Media Synod lambasted the film and declared it "spiritually unsuitable," saying that it portrayed "improper conduct for a young woman."

Audiences, however, seemed to love it. I personally attended a showing here in San Salvo, and most of the scenes played for laughs were met with laughs (even if at times it was for the awkwardness). I had a chance to speak with some of the women who attended the showing, including a group of bachelorettes. Most said they felt great sympathy for Carla Milo's character (some even saying, if the solution is that easy, they might pick up film), and that she resonated well with a female audience.

It does seem to me that an overlooked is the character element of Daria's film. It is a comedy first and foremost, but life is only a comedy when we learn to stop crying at tragedy. Daria's script portrays the lead character as a woman like any other, who has just left a sad relationship and can't seem to bring herself together or find identity. Her excursion into film soon becomes an obsession, but one that has completely enveloped her character by the third act. Carla Milo plays her exceptionally well, so that even at the film's sadder moments we forget the more comical scenes and stop to wish her the best. This humanity, I would argue, helps the film's overall moral rather than harm it (as some critics have claimed). Yes, the situational comedy is that the main character cannot be aroused except when she's involved in filmmaking, but if she were merely a joke and nothing more, then the humor would wear thin ten minutes in. Instead, Carla Milo's character is like any of us - a normal person with a quirk she can't shake off or escape from. All the same, a comedy can lose something if it attempts to get too serious, but Daria's script avoids this dilemma with a great deal of skill.

Potenzan Cinema Internationale

Daria was excited at the prospect of submitting the film to the Vesper International Film Festival, where it was pledged that the judges would not "censor, edit, or otherwise alter official entries." The film does, however, have a rather peculiar place among the other entries, one of which is simply a lighthearted satire of modern media, and the other of which is an animated feature about a boy living in war. One can only imagine what the audiences in Vesper think when, after these entries, a film about a woman's sex drive appears.

It is, however, a good entry that might bring international interest to Potenzan films in general. Potenzan cinema had waned during the 1980's and 1990's. Big budget epics such as Heaven and Earth were a rarity (and often relied upon co-funding with foreign studios). Only recently is Potenzan cinema beginning to rediscover itself, with a fresh face of filmmakers bringing in a new wave that can demonstrate what the small nation is capable of. If one Potenzan film can show the world that Potenzans can laugh at their institutions, another that Potenzans can find art in the midst of armed conflict...then L'Amore can show the world that, yes, even Potenzan women can learn to laugh at themselves.

 

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Who really bombed Augsburg anyway!?
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I must admit it is not much like me to post articles about politics, international events, and what not. I am usually the light-hearted girl of your blog neighbourhood, who spends her time knitting an arsenal of insults as though she were a drunken truck driver puking endlessly after a hangover. However, after a discussion with some IRL friends, I felt the urge to make a post with some things that ought to be considered before any conclusion is drawn. So, who the fuck bombed Augsburg anyway!? ​ Based on available information, the fucker who wrecked a city's worth of museums, churches and houses remains unknown. The government have yet to start yelling at any foreign cunt about it, but have allowed the gun-erections undertaking the investigations over the bombing to make certain factual releases. I will be presenting them in a civilised, immature, but nevertheless factual manner. Here is what we know of the Augsburg bombing. The bombing consisted of 288 submarine-launched cruise missiles made in Breotonia. These cruise missile launches were detected by EDF and other foreign forces in the Gulf of Lorraine, travelled over Danmark and the Alps, and eventually struck Augsburg. The attack cost some $6 billion in damages, and some 600 lives as well. The government fucks maintain that the quick response of the military prevented the worst. How do we know they were made in Breotonia anyway? Because whoever fucker decided to shoot over nine thousand of his huge metallic dicks at the City of Emperors forgot the fact that these things sometimes FUCKING MISFIRE. And several did, and were recovered by the Reichswehr. The missile is actually the "Archer", manufactured by Reyes-McLees Aerospace, a subsidiary of Shaw-Fujikawa. In addition, sources from the responsible military commission state that those Breotonian fucks admitted the missiles were from Breotonia, but maintain they had been sold to some third party. A party with cruise missile submarines! Firing Archer missiles! Put on your party hats and consider some things. Now, I am not a military buff but here's a quick math: how many countries have cruise missile submarines? How many of them can fire the Archer missile or another similar missile such as the Greif? How many countries had naval forces in the area at that time? And could a submarine have slipped away so easily? The missiles had apparently been sold to Solaren or something, according to intel provided by the Breotonian government and released by ours. But who believes this shit anyway? Throughout the Solaren war, these cuntfaces have not fired ONE Archer missile, let alone from a SUBMARINE. A FUCKING GUIDED MISSILE SUBMARINE. The submarine escaped undetected. It utilised its magical girl alien tentacle technology and escaped from the combined fleets of the EDF, Carentania, Breotonia, Solaren, and a gajillion bazookabrontosaurillion commercial ships around the area. The situation seems pretty clear, and we begin answering the questions the answers create. Which countries have cruise missile subs matching the profile? This submarine could carry 288 "Archers", hence it was one big fuck. A quick visit on Wikipedia would allow us to see that the countries possessing such military ability include.... ANGLYN, FRANKEN, MONTELIMAR (does it still exist?) and BREOTONIA. KIEV no doubt has subs but I doubt any of them carries 288 cruise missiles. As of the communists they are simply busy accusing each other of being unorthodox revisionists and fight in Solaren. Who had the motives? Not the pinko commies. They already fight against Solaren and conflict with the EDF is imminent. The EDF might have a motive, in order to drag Wiese to the war in Solaren, but there are three problems there: first, the EDF does not use the Archer. Second, the EDF has not bought Archers. Third, they could ask - Wiese is an observer in Nuremberg. And third-plus-one, they might be cunts but they are smart enough to not attack a country with half a million troops next to their headquarters. This predictably leaves us with Breotonia, but no motive at all - and no alibi either. Unless, of course, they saw it as profitable? Has Breotonia denied the claims? Solaren sure hasn't and I doubt they care in their sorry current state. The EDF cunts have actively assisted the search with intel and forces. Breotonia helped too... but these greedy fucks have yet to make a rebuttal against the claims as far as I have seen. How the fuck do you lose a whale-sized submarine anyway? Either everyone is lying here, or they are so inept, blind and moronic that they cannot find a massive submardick surrounded by a massive number of peen-inflated fleets. Except, of course, if the submarine belonged to one of the fleets, and they knew it was there, but could not confirm the firings. Related: Why does the government not make any accusations, so many months later? Who are they protecting? What are they hiding? Thus far, clues hint to a conspiracy. I will not judge here, but if you can answer my questions, perhaps YOU can discover who bombed Augsburg. And then, bring him to us so we can shove an icky icky cuttlefish up their ass SO far that they will be shitting cephalopods for the next year and a half. And then wax their anus. With duct tape. Sources (click for links): The media Wikipedia Military sites Reyes-McLees Aerospace Shaw-Fujikawa Ministry of War Your mother

elit_1779's Information​ Name: Anna Sex: Yes please! Location: Augsburg, Swabia Age: Immature adult Description: My name is Anna (oooooo~...) I might hate blogs with a passion (that fucking name sounds like the noise one makes when he has vomited his stomach, and now keeps puking his innards) but given I wanted someplace to post my opinions without worrying about copyright or whoring my cunt to pay for a proper website, so... here I am!

 

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The Princess Diaries​

The OfficialTM Blog of Rebecca de Mortimer-Garland, sponsored by the Mayfair Trust.

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Eleven Myths about Me and Princesses in General​

Hello again, Dear Readers. As we greet a New Year with hope, I find myself increasingly paying attention to what's going on. I know I promised, a little over a year ago, to keep this blog refreshingly politics free, and focus instead on the poetry and literature that I feel connects and unites Europe as a cultural whole. As I said, whilst still in my Hot Topic phase(ugh!), It doesn't matter wether you speak German, French or English- the meaning behind those words connect us all as Humans.

Since then, however, I have spent a year on the internet, and become something of a minor celebrity thanks to my poetry readings. And, also, my status. Which is the subject of today's Blog: Princesses. I've recieved a lot of questions and comments about this, and to be fair it is something that I haven't attempted to hide. This Blog would not be possible without the kind help of the Mayfair Trust. (They're not evil! Honestly! Check their website)

So, without further ado, a general list of the sort of comments I get, followed by my responses.

1. Princesses wear Fancy Dresses and Crowns
2. Princesses are waiting for Prince Charming. I'm a Lonely Guy. Want Cyber?
3. Princesses are Filthy Rich/Your Money is not earned.
4. Princesses are Cute and Pink.
5. Princesses don't do anything.
6. You don't have a Throne, Why are you a Princess?
7. Princesses go to Balls and ride around in Carriages.
8. Comrade Garland, Why do you persist in living the Princess Lie?
9. You Parents are Dead, so Why aren't you a Queen/Batman?
10. Is what I read in Tabloid Title Here true about you/Your Uncle?
11. Can you Stop the War in Montelimar?

As you can see, these questions aren't, for the most part, exactly taxing. However, I can tell that, underneath, there are genuine issues which I should probably address and think about, especially if i'm going to pretend i'm a rational adult and post my nonsense on the internet.

I was born March 1st, 1996. My father was Crown Prince Henry Garland, and my mother was Crown-Consort Princess Sophia Babelfisch-Garland. The key here are the names "Babelfisch" and "Garland". Several centuries ago,(History is actually one of my passions, but I'll keep it simple here) some powerful people with those surnames were chosen by other powerful people to be in charge of everything, and that those names should have power. This, I won't pretend, is in anyway democratic or fair. Yet nonetheless, for better or worse, these names were held by people who were, from birth, expected to wield power. Every one of them was faced with the challenge of ruling a country, wether they wanted to or not.

This power came with certain privileges. Some of them abused those privileges. Some did not. For my sake, about sixty or seventy years before I was born, a group of people in my linguistic and ethnic homeland, Havenshire, decided that they'd be better off without Kings and Nobles, and decided to throw people with the surname "Garland" out of the country. My Great-Grandfather then, several years later, returned with an army, and attempted to regain his lost power. I won't go into the whys and wherefores here. I'm 14. I never knew my Great-Grandfather, who died long before I was born. I wasn't there. However, what he did hurt alot of people in the process, and ever since the name "Garland" has been regarded with some contempt in Havenshire.

In the decades since, my family- and this i feel I ought to emphasise- have used their name, which is all they had after the War, to get people to help them invest in businesses. It is true we own certain things from Havenshire. But we have no secret Gold vaults. The crown jewels have never been sold. They are family heirlooms, and over half of them are in a Museum in Westhaven. A museum we can't go visit.

In August 1996, most of my family were on board a Plane that left Valmy Airport in a clear sky. Their destination was Augsburg, Wiese. Somewhere just outside the Wiesan border, things went wrong, and the Plane crashed violently, killing everyone on board. I was just about to say my first word. My parents never got to hear me speak. They never saw me write. Ever since, I have considered words terribly important.

So, here I am. I wear the title Princess proudly, because its what my family would want. I lay claim to a Throne in Havenshire, because thats what my Uncle wants. But I don't want the power. I'm not a Neo-Reactionist. I don't think its fair that I should decide whats best for everybody. But I also don't think its fair that everybody should decide whats best for me, based on where I was born, who I was born to, and wether what I have should belong to them or not. It does not. The title Princess is mine. Me not wanting it won't change that. I'm happy to have that title. Someday, its possible I'll take the title Queen. That's not just an age thing. Its political. What that will mean, I don't know. The Future is, as Shakespeare once said, an Undiscovered Country.

The only things I have taken from my Undiscovered Country are what I was born with. I may not have personally earned the money that funds my education, keeps me safe, or provides me with food. But that is true of all people of my age. My Uncle Samuel, who also was born with a title, earns every penny, every day, by working as a CEO for the Mayfair Trust, and a half dozen other companies. In Communist countries, this makes him evil. Yet something my Uncle once told me, and which i very much believe is true- how hard do the Comrade Chairmen work for the resources and wealth they control? How many of you, Comrades, drive the finest luxury Breotonian cars, as Chairman Barry Knott does? All your labour goes to a collective pool, which is managed by them. I control nobody's labour but my own. I own no fancy cars, or dresses. I despise the colour pink. I have never worn a Crown. The Housekeeper, the butler, the people who keep our estate in order, are paid. Are you paid, Comrade?

Whatever the Media says, the only Power I have are my words. This year, I hope to use my words to help people, and to spread understanding and a sense of friendship between many different nations. I have that privilege, because of what i was born with. Princess.

I can't stop the War in my birthland, Montelimar. I can't stop my distant Cousins in Engellex, who do have power, from doing whatever it is they feel they should. I have seen Queen Charlotte only once, when I was eight years old. I do not think an eight year old could have foreseen this war, nor swayed its outcome.

But I can, perhaps, use what I was given, to explore that Undiscovered Country, and make it a better place for us all. That is my burden. It is also my gift.

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Name: Rebecca de Mortimer-Garland
Sex: Female
Location: Eastern Montelimar
Age: 14
Description: I'm a young person of independent means who loves poetry, art, literature, history. I am of Anglic extraction, I go to a private school, and I live with my Uncle and friends in a large private estate. I happen to be First in line for the vanished throne of Havenshire. My parents are dead but I'm not emo about it, either. Yes, if you troll me, I can sue you. I don't have a Private Army, though. (yet)

 

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Oil politics in Germania of 2012
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In the aftermath of the August Catastrophe of 2011, global trade and finance finds itself shattered by uncertainty, war, and the collapse of important regional economies such as Suionia and Montelimar. At the same time, the countries of the Germanian League, a wide free trade area replacing the earlier Central Germanian Free Trade Area between Wiese and Wendmark, have found themselves at particular crossroads: major petroleum producers have taken aggressive or outright imperial stances, seaborne trade of oil has become less certain, and conflict in all portions of Gallia have posed a significant threat to the stability of Germania's economies. Oil politics in Germania have traditionally depended on Franken, Eiffelland and Denmark as transit countries, with Wendmark and Wiese as the destination countries. The very same routes have also been used in slight reverse for the export of natural gas to the same countries and abroad, as well as making Wiese a relative transit country for oil from the Sarmatian steppe nations heading westwards. Since the late 18th and early 19th Century in particular, the oil routes of today had been in use for all of the landlocked Wiese's and Wendmark's trade. The same routes are applicable today. The recent public proposal for a petroleum pipeline by Talemantros are on the same routes that the Germanic League countries use for their north-south commerce, and not coincidentally. Apart from errors stemming from the problems with geography, the Eiffelland-Denmark routes are essentially identical to those used for river-borne and pipeline-based trade between not just the two countries, but also their northern League companions. The warm response by Franken implies that there is strong Germanian League interest in the pipeline projects, but there are two troubling points to consider. First: why has Wiese, the traditional trade hub of central Germania been completely circumvented? Second: Why do all northern pipeline routes extend from the longest or most troublesome routes possible? It is expected that the Germanian League might be currently discussing counter-proposals, perhaps involving the traditional Rhine route linking the major ports of Eiffelland with Wiese through Denmark; and from there to Wendmark and Franken, both indirectly and directly. In addition, one must consider the oil suppliers of the Germanian League - which presently include Arendaal, Hajr, Jurzan, Altai, Greater Sarmatia, Kiev, Talemantros (KEF alone exports all 2.4 million bbl/day it produces in Talemantros to the League) and other countries. It is an opportunity for Talemantros (and perhaps Kiev) to increase their market share in the Germanian countries that should not be missed. And at the same time, the Germanic League should use its strategic position to benefit from the commerce ensuing.

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Interview with Bad Men creator Angelo Santino

The only Potenzan film to come away with awards at the Vesper International Film Festival was the animated movie The Bad Men from the Sky. It was well received at its premiere, and won the award for Best Animated Film. Due to the personal nature of the film, animator Angelo Santino often refuses to do in person interviews, but often agrees to do online or written interviews. I sent him an email a few days ago asking if he would be willing to do an interview for a blog that centers around Potenzan cinema, and he happily agreed.

Me: You've often said that much of Bad Men was inspired by your own childhood. How much of it is autobiographical?

AS: Some of it is. My father, like the father of the main character, Paco, was a fireman. Also like Paco, my mother did pass away while giving birth to me, and my father never remarried. However, I wasn't quite as alone as Paco was. My father's sisters would take turns taking care of me when my father. Because I was often scared that my father would never come back, he'd sometimes play jazz music in the hall to let me know, before I fell asleep, that he was all right. I used that in the movie too, as a way of Paco's father letting him know that everything was all right. Also I did have a little stuffed monkey like Paco has, although it never came to life!

Me: The film takes place in a war never identified and a country never identified, although it bears, culturally, a lot of resemblance to 1930's/1940's Potenza. Did you intend it to represent anything specific?

AS: I didn't really want it to be set in any specific war, because people might get distracted, and others would nitpick or claim I was only representing one side. It's essentially a fictional war, where one nation is getting bombed nightly by another nation, so viewers aren't distracted by location or motives, and can instead focus on the characters. If any of it bears resemblance to Potenza "culturally," that's just because I'm Potenzan and intended it to be made for Potenzan audiences. Hopefully non-Potenzan viewers won't be put off by that.

Me: The title The Bad Men from the Sky is kind of a mouthful. What made you come up with it?

AS: One time, when I was young, my father let me come over and hang out at the fire station. I overheard another fireman talking about arson, and I didn't know what it was at the time. So I asked my dad what this arson thing was, and he said, "Arson is when bad men go somewhere and start a fire, and it's your father's job to go and put that fire out." So I went through most of my childhood with the idea that arson was started by "bad men." In regards to the film, I wanted to first and foremost have it be war from a child's perspective, and one question in regards to his relationship to his father was: How do you explain war to a child? You can't go into details on politics because he won't understand - you have to dumb it down. So that's where you get Paco's father telling him that "bad men from the sky" are dropping bombs on the capitol. That kind of guides the tone of the rest of the picture.

Me: At what point is it strictly from Paco's imagination, and which part is reality?

AS: I can't really answer that, because really all of it is from Paco's point of view. Obviously, at some point it becomes entirely his point of view. The part where the planes descend and attack him, and the bombers take on the mannerisms of gorillas while the fighters are like hawks - obviously that's fantasy. But at no point in the film does Paco get knocked out and go into a dream, nor do we get weird special effects to tell the audience "OK! Fantasy realm time!" Everything flows together in and out.

Me: What did you think of winning the award at the Vesper International Film Festival?

AS: It was a surprise! But a good one. When I make a film, I just sort of make it the way I assume it's supposed to be made, and then wait on how it's received. I really didn't think it would win anything, and almost didn't submit it at all. I'm glad I did, as it's garnered some attention to the film at home and abroad.

Me: Thank you for answering these questions - do you have any future film projects you'd like to discuss?

AS: I do have a project I'm currently working on, but some of my marketing agents have asked me not to divulge too much information on it.

 

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Montelimar;My Home; Why I'm Going Political​

Hello again, Dear Readers. I fear I must now discard my earlier promise to try and keep this blog a politics-free zone. I know that, even now, I'd rather discuss Poetry, the Classics, and important things like who really won the Biggest Loser and wether Suionian fashion is in this spring.(It's not, fyi)

My talk to kids my own age at the Franken Young People's Party made me realise once and for all that I do, in fact, have a Power others don't. As much as I strive to not get caught up in the dreadful boredom of the Germanian-Gallian Aristocratic circuit, I can't deny any longer that that world is as much a part of me as the internet world of literature nerds like myself.

So, after a long talk with my Uncle, the guy who actually handles all the politics stuff, we've decided to sponsor the Front for the Total Liberation of Montelimar.

I know alot of Engellexic readers, amongst others, might be dismayed at this, and spamflood me with comments about how theyre terrorists or some such.

I'm aware that picking a side like this, so blatantly, will make me enemies. I know that the idea of being hated by a powerful country is scary. I know that this is probably reckless. But my Uncle and I agree- for decades Montelimar has provided a home for us, and countless other Havenite expats. After the Civil War, Breotonia didn't want to know, and the other states seemed too fragile, too small to stop the Rising Tide of Communism and Fascism which at that time seemed poised to destroy Europe.

Now, seventy years on, we're in a position to help- in however small a fashion- those same people fight to get their home back. Engellex may not be the same enemy as that which tore Havenshire from my family, right or wrong. The battles of the past cannot be refought. But the Battle for the Liberty of a country which has given me everything, home, friends, security- is one I will even now do what I can to help fight.

In a probably sickening display of unnecessary and somewhat confusing patriotism, I have recorded a video of myself on MyTube singing Le Marseiallaise. No doubt this puts me in the ranks of other armchair Vloggers now. But unlike them, I have a weapon- my birthright- and it is a weapon I will use, not to shed blood, but to make people Listen. Montelimar is a free nation. They are a free people.

Now, I think, I know how my great grandfather felt, at least a little. I am scared that this support might instead incite more bloodshed- that's not what I want. I just want some more people to LISTEN.

I'll make this doubly clear- I'm NOT condoning any potential acts of "terrorism" that the FPTLM may or may not engage in. I support only the cause of Montelimar Liberation. I do not dictate how they fight it, though I have made it clear through my uncle that our support is conditional on the fight being directed agaisnt Engellexic millitary occupational forces only- I only provide a voice, one that is sorely lacking these days.

I apologise unreservedly to those who feel this political stand on my part "ruins" my previous work, or makes me unplatable in your eyes. But with Engellexic troops bare kilometres from my home for the last 15 years of my life, and with me now wondering if i'll ever see my friends again, I hope you can forgive this young woman for wanting to finally do SOMETHING about all this warring and bloodshedding.

Thank you, and, next time, I promise, some poetry.

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Description: I'm a young person of independent means who loves poetry, art, literature, history. I am of Anglic extraction, I go to a private school, and I live with my Uncle and friends in a large private estate. I happen to be First in line for the vanished throne of Havenshire. My parents are dead but I'm not emo about it, either. Yes, if you troll me, I can sue you. I don't have a Private Army, though. (yet)

 

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Posted 2-5-12
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An Epic is Born

This Friday, the film Orange Cliffs opened up in Potenzan theaters across the country. It stars many popular Potenzan actors, and had received a decent amount of advertising, and so most people expected it to do well. If initial numbers mean anything, it's opened up with 150-million lira, the audience turnout going well into the weekend mornings which caught many movie theaters off guard (which is rare for the vast majority Potenzan films). I managed to catch it opening day, just barely before the 8:00PM showing sold out. Walking out, I could tell why it does so well - it is precisely what Potenzan audiences have been wanting for so long. It's an epic (which has been rare, given the financial trouble Potenzan studios have been in for so long) full of battles, action scenes, romance, brotherly comradeship, but most of all it's within a Potenzan context. Epics from other countries often do well in Potenza, but it's rare to see actors speaking Tiburan who you can point to the screen and say, "Yeah, yeah, that's who I am! He's one of us!" I'm not sure how well it will perform in other theaters, but there's no doubt the financiers will get more than their 100% return.

For those who read my blog and haven't grown up in Potenza, the name Orange Cliffs probably means nothing, and so I'll have to give the backstory (and this is a lot of information, so bear with me!). The name refers to a battle that took place during the Great Potenzan War, which lasted from 1623 and 1627. During this time, the Aren Empire of the North was seeking to expand south and swallow up the various duchies that made up Potenza. The Emperor, Sven IV, already had the political and military backing of the Duchy of Treviso, and overran the Duchy of Cremona within a few months. This made over half of modern-day Potenza under imperial rule. Enter the person of Gomberto di Mercurio, a national hero in Potenza. He was not a noble, and his raising was partially in the military, partially in the monastery. He was an officer in the Duchy of Turin when the Aren and Treviso troops poured across the border, and it was up to him to lead the Turinese troops - along with Morosini loyalists from Cremona - against the empire. Gomberto and Sven fought against each other several times, finally ending their feud 1627 at the famous Fourth Battle of Garigliano (which is the climax of the 1992 film Heaven and Earth).

During a brief period in 1625, however, Sven had halted his forces and decided to wait until the Treviso navy had secured the eastern sea. The Turinese fleet had engaged the Treviso admiral Alfonso Garibaldi at Taranto Harbor, which resulted in near disaster. By the end of the battle, The Turinese had barely 30 ships to fight against Garibaldi's 100. Gomberto left his army with a small detachment of Cremonan troops under Duke Marco I di Morosini, and met the remainder of the Turinese fleet at Orange Cliffs, a small fishing community. Garibaldi anchored his fleet across from the Turinese, resting comfortably in the local fishing village's harbor. During the first night, a big storm hit the inlet. Garibaldi had his fleet tied together to prevent the ships from straying towards the cliffs, while ten of Gomberto's own ships were damaged, bringing serviceable ships down to 20.

Feeling more confident, Garibaldi sent a message over to Gomberto's camp addressed to Carlo Bergamini. Bergamini was a Treviso turncoat who had joined the Turinese side in protest against the corrupt Treviso royalty. Garibaldi offered Bergamini forgiveness if the turncoat joined forces with the Treviso duke again. Bergamini went to Gomberto with the message, and Gomberto ordered Bergamini to send a message back saying he would accept it. In actuality, Gomberto would convert the ten damaged ships into fire ships and have them crash into Garibaldi's constrained fleet. The strong gust of wind that hit the harbor every night would carry the fire backwards, burning the ships behind. Gomberto would lead the rest of the navy afterward to destroy what remained, while Duke Marco would lead his land force into the village. The plan went off that night, and by the end of it, the Treviso fleet was destroyed, and Emperor Sven was forced to continue his campaign on land.

Whew, got all that? Perhaps I should have simply linked to the wiki particle. Either way, one can tell from this account that it's a story perfect for an epic film. The battle had already been portrayed in the 1970's Potenzan television series The Three Duchies, and was the climax of the second season. The television series, however, didn't have quite the budget that Orange Cliffs had, nor was it able to focus squarely on the battle itself in so much detail. The film, on the other hand, is an epic from the opening scene, which takes place at the Battle of Taranto Harbor. The final battle scene is almost 45-minutes long, with non-stop action. Unlike previous depictions which used scaled-down model ships (which today look laughable), the filmmakers used a combination of CG with full model ships, and with plenty of extras for the battles.

History at the Movies

One thing a moviegoer might wonder: how does the film handle the subject matter?

The film essentially centers around the camaraderie of the three main Potenzan commanders: Gomberto, Marco, and Bergamini. The story is centered around their personal struggles and conflicts: Gomberto has the weight of saving his homeland; Marco is trying to keep the troops together during a time when it seems like all is lost; Bergamini is trying to find himself at a time when it feels like he went with his heart only to side with a lost cause. If we have to go with basic traits meant to embody an army, then Gomberto is the brains, Marco is the loyalty, and Bergamini is the courage.

Perhaps the first thing one notices about the film's treatment of these three men is its transformation of three Potenzan historical figures into eye candy. Gomberto was not an ugly person, but he was far from the dashing, dark-haired handsome man's man that we see in actor Gianni Agus. Veteran actor Sergio Ammirata, who plays Duke Marco, looks more the part, as Marco was in his mid-40's at the time, but Sergio's depiction puts him more as a kind of "confident father figure" that I'm sure presents eye candy for the older women in the audience (if not some of the younger). Finally, those who have Googled Bergamini probably know that he looks nothing like new comer Carlo Cecchi. Cecchi is in his mid-20's and is perfectly fit, whereas Bergamini was short, portly, bearded, and in his 50's at the time of the battle.

It wouldn't surprise anyone then that this change from history doesn't stop with looks. The "bad guys" of the film, rather than being morally confused characters like they were in The Three Duchies series or Heaven and Earth, fit the bill. Garibaldi's cruelness is exaggerated, and one of the first times we see him is when he's giving the order to hang Turinese prisoners (which never happened). Emperor Sven and Duke Ciro II (the Duke of Treviso) are portrayed as power hungry and eagerly awaiting the word that the Turinese fleet has been finished off. The Treviso sailors and soldiers are dressed in black armor, and the land forces wear masks that hide any sense of humanity. The good guys, on the contrary, are shown to be human and what one might call "common citizenry." Marco's troops are professional soldiers, while Gomberto's Turinese troops seem more like peasant levy (when in reality, they were likewise professional soldiers). Bergamini wears the uniform of his fellow Treviso officers, albeit without the jacket (although this was probably to permit a peek at his toned pecs).

The battle itself does not go quite the way that history writes it. Bergamini does command the fire ships as he did in real life, and he does personally guide his ship into an enemy vessel until the last minute as he did in real life...but it wasn't him that blew up Garibaldi's own flagship, the White Stag. They do show Duke Marco's forces attacking the town on land, but they add to it a marine landing by Gomberto, whose ships push through the burning remains of the Treviso fleet and push on into the town. If non-Potenzans want to learn Potenzan history from her media, and they want historical accuracy over entertainment, they had better look to The Three Duchies series for a more accurate presentation of the Battle of Orange Cliffs.

This isn't to say the film, as a film, is bad - it's definitely a crowd pleaser. I counted at least three times when the audience broke out in applause at something that had occurred on screen. It was clearly made for entertainment, and it doesn't fail there.

Of Love and War

One of the biggest historical changes they make in the story is the inclusion of Lady Noemi. This individual is known by Potenzans as the unofficial love interest for Gomberto, who had taken a vow of chastity but clearly showed signs of attraction to her throughout his life. Nowhere does anyone ever record Lady Noemi (played by actress Maria Carmi) showing up with her female courtiers to meet Gomberto at Orange Cliffs, as she does here. Not even The Three Duchies, which is a dramatization of the war, has such a thing happen.

Noemi's presence is obviously to present a love story, but it's different than most love stories. At no point do Noemi and Gomberto ever say "I love you" to one another, and they never kiss or have sex. Instead, the focus is on two people who desire to be together but, because of circumstances, can't be, and yet desire to show their affection to one another as if to love from a distance. It adds a nice level of character to the film that few other films seem to have.

This comes out the most in a dance scene in the middle of the film. Some soldiers begin to play on instruments, and everyone begins to dance together, Noemi's ladies with Gomberto's officers. From the start, Gomberto and Noemi have their eye on each other, and then both are swept into the dance by their own people. Slowly and gradually they approach each until, until finally the audience gets exactly what they want, and the two are locked arm in arm, dancing together. The two share a happy laugh as they spin around, starting to dance with more energy than those around them.

The next romantic part comes just before the battle - and is another moment of the film toying with history. Gomberto discovers from Bergamini that Garibaldi intends to attack his fleet that night (rather than the next morning), and at a time before the wind shifts in the Turinese's favor. Gomberto is at a lost about what to do, and Noemi - overhearing his distress - leaves by herself to Garibaldi's headquarters, where the admiral - apparently a womanizer (something history is silent about) - enjoys her company for tea before the assault. She delays him just enough for the winds to shift and Bergamini to make his attack. Though this is an invention of the filmmakers, it has a purpose in Noemi's character: she knows that the only thing Gomberto loves more than her is his country and liege, and she desires to enter favor in his eyes by assisting him in the rescue of both.

Audiences, of course, are secretly hoping that after the two unite after the battle, we will be treated to a passionate kiss or sweet words, but as I said nothing like this occurs in the movie. What we do get, however, is a final moment of silent tenderness between the two. The last scene in the film is Gomberto marching out of Orange Cliffs with his army, while Noemi leaves in her private vessel with her courtiers. Gomberto turns towards the docks, then suddenly turns and breaks from the army at full charge. He rides along the edges of the cliff, moving every time the ship (and thus Noemi) goes out of view. At last, he stands atop the apex of the highest cliff, watching the ship ride away. Noemi, on the ship, looks at him in return, and the two continue to look at one another until finally both are out of the other's sight.

That might not sound romantic, but the delivery is far better in the theater than in writing. I actually heard a girl sitting behind me say to her boyfriend: "He waited on the edge of a cliff - I can't get you to wait outside a store!"

More than a Movie

Perhaps a deeper element to the film (and one that might interest foreigners more than its lack of historical accuracy) is what it says about modern Potenza. Films set in their home country's past - be it close or long distant - often give a reflection of what the country is going through at that moment. Potenza is herself going through a stage of transition, and only in the past few decades has the country begun to come to grips about what it is. Unlike many nations in the world who became united hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, Potenza only became united at the beginning of the 1800's, and has had a confusing course over how a united country acts and thinks. Most political analysts think that things are finally coming to a hilt, and Potenza is beginning to function as a nation should, both externally and internally.

If Orange Cliffs says anything, it is an identification of what being a Potenzan means, and that is being a Potenzan by your loyalty to her cause and not your stature. The three main men of Orange Cliffs are representative of this: you have Gomberto, a career soldier, Marco, a nobleman, and Bergamini, a lowly man with nothing left but his courage and duty. This is captured perfectly during the aforementioned dance scene. There are no "sides" or "sections" for people to dance in. Noemi's courtiers dance in among Marco's soldiers, and even Marco himself joins in on the festivities. Everyone is the same. Everyone is a Potenzan.

Facing against these men is division. The Duchy of Treviso, siding with the Aren Empire of the North, are opposed to their Potenzan brothers, and have no qualms about siding with foreign enemies if it means further power. This message is painstakingly clear: if we don't unite with one another, we will simply invite trouble, and if we do turn against each other, that trouble will be our downfall.

Perhaps one of the most heartfelt moments of the film takes place shortly before Bergamini and his men (most of them Treviso turncoats) make their assuredly suicidal attacks in the fire ships. Marco approaches Bergamini and asks, "When you sail tonight, how will it feel to have your countrymen before you?" Bergamini replies, "I sail tonight because my countrymen are behind me." As the fire ships sail out from the rest of the fleet, Marco suddenly gives a cry to his men, and they begin to raise their arms and shout, "Ave! Ave!", a Potenzan sign of respect usually reserved for monarchs but here given to those about to give their lives willingly so the battle may be won. Soon Gomberto's sailors join in, and it is made clear that, as the Treviso turncoats go out, they are not being treated as traitors but fellow soldiers. Although this is also an invention of the film (for all his humility, Duke Marco probably would never have permitted his men to say ave for anyone other than him), it is a strong presentation of the overall message: Potenzans are Potenzans regardless of where they're from or what part of society they are in, and in darker times we must not forget that.

The last line of the film, a narration by Maria Carmi, also gives a hint at the film's motives: "When this war comes to an end, as all wars do, the question we must ask ourselves is not what we have lost...but what have we preserved?" The question the filmmakers obviously want Potenzans to ask themselves is, after all is said and done in the nation's darker times, what are we left over with?

 

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Posted 2-22-12
by cinemabuff84

Beyond the Shores

I thought for a change of pace I'd cover a non-Potenzan film. One that's been hitting the art houses of San Salvo is actually sourced to one from generations past - 1957 to be exact - and from the nation of Havenshire, is A Wooden Horse. It's playing all week long, in its original English with Tiburan subtitles (although many Potenzans know English just as well, thanks to historic ties to Engellex). It's considered a hallmark for its filmmaker, Evan Cohen, a director known for sweeping battle scenes and his populist sensitivities. There’s been a remake of it recently, but it has yet to hit Potenzan theaters, and no doubt local art houses have been releasing the original to prep our populace for its arrival.

The film tells a popular motif, with two brothers torn in the Havenshire civil war that raged during the 1930's, and some romance thrown it. The brothers grow up on a farm, living a quiet life until the 1927 revolution when, through a series of circumstances, they are separated and believe one another to be dead. One brother joins with the revolutionary sentiment, while another swears vengeance against the revolutionaries. In 1934, when the civil war breaks out, both brothers are now on opposite sides of the battlefield. The two brothers meet on the battlefield and are separated again, though now pledging to kill one another. They come to close calls in fulfilling this quite a few times, until finally at the climax they are walking down the street, shooting at one another, trying to finish the job. Julia, a Red Cross nurse, comes between them, and is killed by the older brother in the crossfire. The brothers bury her and are united once again.

The film is a mixed bag for Potenzan critics. Some think it's plodding moments, especially near the end, almost kill it, while others think the more artistic moments make the ride all the more worth it. Many more think the battle scenes (which are certainly plentiful) give a person their money's worth. One of the more artistic moments of the film is the massacre of communist forces at the hand of Royalist machine guns. The director cuts between the shots of the charging men, then close shots of the rapid-fire machine gun - slowed down to violin music. There's no carnage seen, but the intent is to get a reaction from the audience through means other than graphic violence. In Havenshire it's considered one of the greatest moments in film, and certainly in non-Havenshire circles it is equally admired. It is certainly a unique way to handle a battle, and the director cannot be faulted for attempting to tread new grounds in what could have been merely a cookie cutter fight.

Then again, I have to be perfectly honest...some of the film does tend to be slow. The worst offender is before the Battle of Stanchester, where the older brother's fighting against fascist elements is intercut with romance scenes between Julia and the younger brother. It feels like the film's storyline has come to a standstill, and after so much progression to what we know is the climax, it feels like we've suddenly been pulled aside and asked to take a break from it. The romantic element in particular feels like even more of a let down when we reach the film's sad ending, and perhaps the more harsher critics of the film may be forgiven for questioning if it was worth the trouble.

Granted, no film is perfect, and even the best films have their weaker moments. When the main plotline begins anew, the film again proves itself to be a wonderful show of filmmaking.

Personified Conflict

Civil wars tend to divide families along with nations, as people take sides and thus fathers are turned against sons, and brothers against each other. Wooden Horse portrays this literally with the conflict of the two brothers, who seem to personify various sentiments of the Havenshire population at that time. One scene, shortly after the two brothers see that one another are still alive, seems to show two extremes: one brother contemplates suicide by pistol, as if Havenshire is ready to give up in the midst of civil war, desiring no longer to continue the bloodshed; the other brother, in a parallel scene, is filling his pistol with bullets, ready to kill, displaying a sentiment of continuing the war despite all costs.

The climax of war's futility is personified best by the older brother who, at the climactic Battle of Stanchester, and especially before he tries to kill his younger brother, becomes scorched and red in the eyes - barely recognizable. He is no longer human. He is, in fact, completely dehumanized. It is no wonder, then, that in this same scene Julia becomes the victim of his rage for kinslaying. Two men fighting may lead to both being killed or only one, but in a civil war, with a population divided, many innocent victims will no doubt be caught in the crossfire.

Potenzans have not experienced anything close to a civil war in the past 200 years - certainly not since the War of Unification in the early 19th century - and so few would probably have any understanding of what it's like to be in such a situation. Wooden Horse does a good job of capturing this for the audience, so that even non-Havenshire viewers would not be lost in the drama and chaos.

Political Eye Candy

One of the major critiques of the film is that the sensibilities are less than subtle, and I suppose that's a certainly valid criticism. I'm not very keen on the sentiments of Havenshire everymen, but the subject of communism and fascism are often hot topics in Potenza. After the Turin Insurrection in the 1940's, when the communist and fascist parties rose up in arms and fought inside the city of Turin before uniting against government troops, communism and fascism were banned, and still are to this day. Socialism and certain right-wing philosophies are still allowed, and it's popular for people on the right to call those on the left "pseudo-communists," just as much as it is those on the left to call those on the right "pseudo-fascists." Thankfully, our government permits the reading and viewing of communist and fascist materials, so long as it is not for "instruction" or "motivation." When viewing A Wooden Horse, one at times wonders how this passed Potenzan censors, and perhaps one might say this says something of their open-mindedness. The virtues of "council-communism" is certainly on display, mixed in with the more familiar themes of comradery and fellowship.

The recent Turin protests were criticized by some for seeming to promote, in its various circles, the tenants of communism, and I'm certain this film might be popular with that particular crowd. In this respect, the film is a bit of "eye candy" for people in Potenza who see what goes on in Havenshire, Europaland, or other places, and desire to see similar doctrines implimented within the Grand Duchy. Some thought this was going to happen until the 2011 elections, with the rise of Potenza's more conservative parties back into power. Potenzan elections merely show the people's boredom with one ideology and their renewed in another, before their boredom switches sides and the cycle begins anew.

Wooden Horse (for Potenzan audiences any way) may prove to represent the nation's general attitude towards such politics. An adventure for some, a dream to many, a nightmare for others, but in the end nothing more than something you are concerned about for a brief moment. When all is said and done, some are entertained, some saddened, some perplexed. It will fade, and only return when such a topic is popular again.

 

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Neo-reactionism: Some thoughts for all alarmed loyalists
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It has not been very long since the term 'neo-reactionism' was formally adopted by the ideology's proponents, and the royalty of several countries (including, among others, the Prince-Regent of Franken) began founding private societies to promote and support the ideology. At the same time, Augsburg formally responded by announcing that the ideology will be 'unofficial' in the Reich, and that it should enjoy no formal support - even at a moment it had never even been asked about that. It is no error on Babelfisch's part that this was 'leaked'. In the words of the very same officials who gave this direct green light to neo-reactionism, the ideology is rather close to Wieserreich's traditions and even existing schools of thought to various degrees. Neo-reactionism supports a strong monarchy, after all, and Imperial law still has an extraordinarily powerful monarch at the head of the Empire even as other countries passed more power to their parliaments. At the same time however the official response implies caution. I do not blame them - Augsburg never liked "isms", and this is yet another ism even if it enjoys official support from close friends and allies like the Franconians. This could be a bubble, plus officially endorsing such ideologies could bring massive collateral for a country with as rich and important, prestigious traditions such as ours. Nations like Potenza and Franken have comparatively nothing to worry about, with their revisionist and neo-modernist thoughts and actions. That all being said, even failed colonial empires like Franken are by no means unimportant or necessarily wrong. And I believe that neo-reactionism is not particularly wrong. Although it was tailored with the standards of Comte di Grimaldi, it is a rather interesting point of view as modern monarchs understand the need to get as involved in politics as their rivals who wish them dethroned. Reactionist and republican countries such as Kiev, Carentania and Touzen have long advocated an export of their ideologies even through the force of arms; and it seems at last that the 'democratic West' (as it had sometimes been called) finally understands that it needs to take action. Where neo-reactionism undoubtedly fails is at the official adoption of this ism name. A genuine supporter of monarchy and its benefits would never embrace a name such as 'neo-reactionist' or even 'monarchist' as many opponents of the institution call us. It is not about monarchism but monarchy, and not 'loyalism' but loyalty: loyalty to the country and the people irrespective of divisive political ideologies like fascism, communism, reactionism, post-delegationism, and all those other -isms. There will be no doubt a severe penalty in this ideology's popularity here and there. All these brotherhoods being founded, however, could always take a step forward and drop ridiculous names and show a genuine face; or keep wearing their masks and show their ill intentions. In perhaps related news, the website of the Supreme Court (where all legal organisation registrations are recorded) has recently seen a very interesting entry being added: namely, a 'Fraternitas illuminati' (or 'Brotherhood of the Illuminated') has been founded as a legal secret society, always according to the Court. Whether this is some sort of joke, coincidence or sinister plot, it remains to be seen... Of course, I would not worry about any neo-reactionists and illuminati. It is already an established fact that the three most dangerous secret societies in the Reich is the Wendmarker republicans infiltrating us, the Prince-Electors ruling us, and the KPW.

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How will Crown Prince Jakob's accession affect Germania?
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I have been receiving a lot of questions about the succession in Franken as of late, where King Alfred will step down in favour of his son and current regent Jakob. The Franconian succession has been coming for a while now, but as time passes more and more concerned people have been wondering as to how can the new situation influence the area, and indeed Wieserreich. It is a good question. We do not know too much about Jakob as of yet, but from what we do know we can make an analysis and try to form a personal profile for the upcoming leader of the Protestant Franconians (sorry fellows, Gustav IV is the leader of the Catholic ones!) as well as see how will that influence Nuremberg's ties with Augsburg in particular (without meaning to exempt the other Lands of the Reich). Who is Crown Prince Jakob? To begin with, Crown Prince Jakob was born in 1967 to King Alfred and Queen Margarithe. Notably, his mother is the sister of Franziska of Eiffelland, consort of Emperor-elect Karl, which makes Jakob the first cousin of Karl's children Franz, Joseph and Anna. To further complicate matters, Archduke Joseph married Jakob's sister and his own first cousin Andrea, whereas Jakob himself married Franziska, sister of Franz IV of Mecklenburg, who in turn is married to Archduchess Anna. In other words, Crown Prince Jakob is very well networked with the Imperial bloodline. His wife's brother is married to an Archduchess (Anna), his sister is married to one Archduke (Joseph), and to add something interesting, he was born at the same year and studied at the same university as the other Archduke, Franz - who is hailed as a future King of Swabia and Archduke of Saxony, and perhaps Emperor. I am going to focus on this connection in particular. Franz and Jakob studied together at the Royal University, where they both met their present wives (Lena of Arendaal and Franziska of Mecklenburg, respectively). The two belong to the same age group and are also first cousins, they were friends in university, and still maintain contact. As of Joseph and his wife, they cannot be underestimated either - though Joseph is younger, he is an active link between Nuremberg and Augsburg. In another interesting... coincidence, Jakob married Franziska in 1989; whereas Franz married Lena in 1990. Intriguing, no? A proponent of cooperation Jakob happens to be fluent in several languages including Hajri, and this implies an opening of Franken to the world as the new monarch will have both the education and the leaning to associate with more than just Germania. At the same time, however, Prince Jakob's thesis shows an introvert face as well. The said thesis, which has been hailed as an excellent piece of work by Royal University professors, proceeded to explain the unavoidable secession of Franken from the Holy Germanic Empire, characterising it an 'inalienable fact' due to the old Reich's massive size and decentralisation. At the same time, however, the bulk of the text concerns the prosperity Germania enjoyed when Franken and first Swabia, then Wieserreich finally cooperated. The most modern fruits of this cooperation is the Germanian League and the native Germanian arms industries; fruits of a tree first planted in the late 18th Century, which started bearing fruit in the early 19th. Conclusions At this stage it is safe to assume that the future of Germania does not include more reactionists and unilateral sundering of ties by xenophobes, but rather cooperation and friendship the levels of which are still undetermined but definitely broad. Crown Prince Jakob's firm ties with Wieserreich imply decades of stability, even as Friedrich Wilhelm II is succeeded by Karl IV and Karl IV by Franz (presumably as Franz I Ferdinand after the Saxon tradition).

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	Pravadir Drops By the Vatican - What the FUCK?​ by jsbach
	You must be registered for see images The Pravadir and his trusty gas mask​ It's one pile of shit to say "oh boohoo, the Pope is dead. Long live the Pope. Hope this next one doesn't mess up as badly." It's an entirely different and more complicated pile of shit to take a break from spouting Unitarian propaganda to the Zalonarus for two whole days while you pack up and have a private jet fly you all the way to Syracuse to tell those pappy cardinals how sorry you are for their loss, while bringing two people along for the ride. One of them is the most relevant person in the whole country (if you could call Zalonarus that) and, if anybody in that "government" had the slightest bit of common sense, should've been the ONLY person to go. The other is the most IRrelevant person in the whole country (again, I highly doubt that Zalonarus counts as one), who probably shares my sentiments on the matter of being forced to go. I mean, he's got more important things to do than look at a dead guy and shed fake tears (assuming he even bothers). Like, I dunno, maybe RUNNING THE "GOVERNMENT" (I use quotation marks for obvious reasons)? Of course I'm talking about none other than the "most humble" Pravadir of Zalonarus, Vladimir Kovalev, and his little entourage to the Vatican. There's him, there's the Primate (hehe, "primate") Grigori (let's call him "Greg") Mirnyavitch, who, unless your head is thicker than brick, is the relevant one, and then there's Premier Fyodor Stukov. Not giving out free tootsie rolls for figuring out which one he is. Checking the UniNet tells me a lot of things about how the Unity thinks about this situation. Like I said before, I've done enough research to figure out who a couple of them are. In fact, they have blogs, and I regularly keep track of them. Oh, and just in case YOU are reading this (you know who you are), there's nothing you can do about it. I'm out of reach. Hah. Anyway, the Unity tries to make itself look nice and respectful, even though it's fucking obvious as a lightbulb that they're just doing it to make themselves look good. I mean, seriously. Read some Unity doctrine (the category on this blog is a good start). If you're not a Slav, you're a caveman who needs to be shown the right way. The Slavic way. And yet they go around importing all this tech from abroad just so they can tweak it, improve on it a little, then sell it right back to you and call it their own. How's that for hypocrisy? Yeah, you heard that? You're a bunch of fucking hypocrites. The Antonenko brothers who pioneered and blazed the trail of electronics and computers in Sarmatia? They studied in Engellex during the Great War to get a head start in their field. It's even written on their company's own history page. And yet Unity propaganda touts them as an example of "Slavic superiority". That's just one of a ton of examples of the Unity's dishonest plots. The way they're doing things, it's just ugly and marks Slavs as thieves. I mean yeah, to be fair, they innovate what they get their hands on. They argue that to be the point, right? But standing on the shoulders of giants isn't gonna make you superior just because you innovated on their success. It doesn't work that way. Sorry, where was I? Oh, right. Anyway, this hypocrisy shows itself again here. The Unity teaches one way, the Unitarian way, to get salvation and all that. But here they are, the three big shots of Zalonarus, flying all the way the Vatican to send some kind of message to the pappy cardinals. "Hey, look at us, we give two fucks about your Pope! Aren't we nice and ecumenical?" Yeah, like the Catholic Church is stupid enough to buy shit like that. Oh wait, that's right. They buy shit like this every single fucking day. It's called lip service. Maybe they should open their eyes for once and figure out that it's not all about these rites and rituals or whatever. They should read their Bibles better. It's how you live everyday or something like that. Kinda puts them on the same level as the Unity, huh? Anyway, there's maybe one good thing that'll come out of this. One, maybe other countries will be able to see how fake the Unity is with this ridiculous visit. Two, the Zalonarus get two days off from their usual fiery speech about building towards the future and other such and such rehashed recycled shit. Of course knowing the Unity, they probably had the Pravadir record two days' worth of speeches already before he left, so they could just broadcast the videos online, put it up on ZaloVid and all that. Sucks to be in Zalonarus. Good thing I'm not in it anymore. Anyway, that's it for today. I think I can hear somebody sneaking outside my flat. Better grab my cricket bat while I still can. 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Colonel (ret.) Alex Nordenstedt - Instead of the CRPA, focus on the street gangs
Alex Nordenstedt holds the degrees of a Master of War Sciences (major: History, minor: Military strategy) and Bachelor of Administrative Sciences (major:foreign relations). A retired Colonel, Nordenstedt has served in various Confederate combat units and before his retirement in the Combined Internal Operations Command's counter-insurgency task force. Nordenstedt is ISECWATCH's resident specialist in internal security and counter-insurgency warfare.

Last week, the tumultous Red insurgency in Cagaya made headlines again with President Steinhauser's kill order against insurgent commander Ambeth Diokno, rumored to be in hiding somewhere deep in the Cagaya Mountains. Indeed, articles of Diokno and the other insurgent chiefs together with activities of the group as a whole have been a regular staple of news media ever since the CRPA commenced its insurgency in 1995. And Cagaya must have the largest number of Confederate uniforms per resident in any constituent, with its 15000 state and local policemen and 8000 State Guards propped up by 3000 members of the Protective Police and 8000 regular Army troops facing down a number of roughly 3000 Cagaya Revolutionary People's Army insurgents.

But let us have a look at the "mainland". Meanwhile in the rest of the Eastern States, the Justice Ministry last year estimated a membership of 176 000 total for an estimated number of two thousand criminal street gangs operating in our country. 40 000 of those gang members are in Metropolitan Schräderhafen, often called Implaria's Gang Capital. The same report estimated a total number of gang-related homicides in our country to be in excess of 2750 annually. Further 30 000 are estimated to be involved in various organized crime groups considered entities separate from the gang phenomenon for their lack of public visibility, higher average age of members and possessing far more organized and hierarchic structures as well as the capability to engage in new forms of crime such as white-collar and computer crime.

Street gangs are often a vent for disenfranchised young men, as such drawing their membership primarily from working-class communities, especially in case of immigrant gangs. Yujiner, Seoran and Vangalan street gangs have become nationally notorious as have the "domestic" gangs also usually divided according to ethnic lines. The same applies in case of higher organized crime in form of Yujiner triads, Potenzan mafia and the like. There are some notable exceptions in form of home-grown groups such as Newhaven's infamous Three Cities mob which does not divide according to ethnic lines, nor does Schräderhafen's largest drug gang called the Western Brigade - or just The Brigade - estimated to comprise seven thousand members in total.

So, why place so much emphasis on the Cagayan insurgents instead of the urban gangs which are exactly as bloody and as ruthless? The answer is simple. Organized crime applies to people's vices, whether those are cheap cigarettes and alcohol, drugs, prostitutes or even unlicensed high-stakes gambling. It is also within our communities, as opposed to the gun-toting guerilla deep in the Cagayan forests. Ethnic separatists are essentially a "good enemy", a separate and unknown factor, while confronting organized crime also requires us to confront ourselves. The aforementioned vices are what fuels our criminal gangs, and what leads to the vices is the decadence of our middle classes.

The rich cocaine-snorting students in their dormitories and the frustrated middle-aged husbands are the true motors of organized crime, and instead of looking in the mirror to recognize both their own decadence as well as the broader social failure of allowing such an underclass of desperate gun-thugs to be born, they'd just prefer the problem being swept under the rug. Hence, the gang problem, which the general public tends to ignore as long as the bloodshed stays in those suburbs which have given the rise to the problem to begin with. When it rears its head elsewhere, you can be sure that everyone will be calling for the lawmen to react, even if just for the effect of curing the symptoms instead of the problem in itself.

 

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Whatever happened to the RDTO?

You don't have to be an avid politics-watcher or even someone with a great deal of class consciousness to have noticed that the news is full of reaction lately. Whilst at the beginning of the year it seemed as if the Clynesian dialectic was finally surging to international prominence, the Revolutionary Defence Treaty Organisation quickly fell back into its torpor, and the surge of the Reactionaries went from strength to strength, whilst intellectuals and academics howled their defiance into the uncaring void.

With the August Catastrophe now receeding into the blood-soaked annals of history, we find that the world is very little different for all of that. The great Reaction surged up, and the monarchs, autocrats and quasi-Mezhists surged back into the limelight, a fantastic reassertion of privilege and ultrafeudalism which showed that even for societies grounded in capitalist and bourgeoise values, the violent and savage assertion of power by the most elite classes always, always trumps even what would seem to be progressive self-interest. In reality, the fetish of absolute power is such that the parasitic need for total control will always override even the slightest regard for the host nation, and no matter how ruinous the cost, it will be paid.

This is of course, no suprise to those of us who understand Clynesian dialectics. But what is most shocking, and what continues to baffle otherwise seemingly intelligent Council-Communists, is why the International Proletariat have not yet produced a significant champion to fight back against the parasites. Surely, after nearly a century or more of boom-bust violent power dynamics, even the most poorly educated and unaware of workers will have wised up to the need for cross-cultural collaboration?

Yet we find increasingly this is not so. Even the nation-states which so proudly trumpet their Vanguardist or Council-Communist merits have faded into the background, their once bold globalist rhetoric proven once again to be another tissue-shield of lies for a demagogic elite, willing to sell whatever snake-oil appeals to the proletariat the best. Whilst I do not share the opinions of some of my more hardline Walkerist brothers that the RDTO was a catspaw for Vanguardist or even reactionary global interests, it is blindingly apparent that, at the very least, the capacity for one, two or even three second-world powers to challenge the monodominant influence of the Imperialist Hegemony was never as great as it might be hoped, and is rapidly diminishing.

We Clynesians are used to such disappointment from our side. It was always known, at least after 1927, that a Revolution in one country would never translate into global awakening. That in the eighty years since, the Revolutionary-empowered few have failed time and again to seize ample opportunities and translate their transitional success into total human and global mobilisation is not so much an indictment of Clynesianism as it is of the human condition.

The simple fact remains that, even with the dawn of the Information age, third-generation tactics of violent and bloody repression and oppression continue to be the most effective in cowing a largely contented populace. Though the number of public left-wing discourse sites and activists has exploded since the early 90s, the overwhelming majority still think in entirely capitalist or feudalist terms, and the brokers of power scheme using the same methods and tactics as those who plunged our world into not one, but two Great Wars.

The State as affector of global change is an idea that should long ago have died, to be killed deader than Mezhism and Rikerism. But it seems that that fatal bullet will never be delivered, untill an effective, alternative non-state solution to the Problem of class unconsciousness is not only found, but implemented.

And untill the people take responsibility for the dynamics of power themselves, elites of all stripes, be they Vanguardist or Ultramonarchist, will continue to play their bloody games of Risk with the world.

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