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[b]Convist Union, Mochnost, the Convist Union Senate Personal Offices Complex, 6:19 PM[/b]

“Comrade, I have word of something for you,” the Convist Secretary bellowed, whilst knocking powerfully on the door. Down a hallway ran well made offices which were built for the government whom were controlled well by the people, and each marked with a noticeable number and a clear labeling for who's office it was and what it was for. The walls were painted in blue and lined with an almost golden yellow, as to represent Convism through the decorations to the best it can, along with the various paintings of propaganda for the state, although the style is repetitive and gets fairly dull such as the Convist Union wanted to keep the power more to the people; and try to keep it that way without spending too much on themselves but also trying to represent Convism the best as possible. Moreover, at the end of the hallway were two large wooden doors holding various important documents to the Union; surrounding them were two guards from the Convist People's Army, a force controlled by the Convist Union directly, and is taken with much pride in the Union. Then, the doors finally open.

“Yes; there isn't much to fear, correct?” he responded, although actually afraid. The Convist Insurrections have put a lot of stress on people within the Convist Union, but the populace is still supporting them and it is for the liberation of the proletariat. He shaked a little, but eventually took control of himself when he saw the calm face; automatically identifying as something that isn't a problem.

The two comrades had been talking vigorously on the topic whilst jolting down the hall. The other man had taken the letter in which described what was soon to come.

“We must get prepared” the secretary asked, he watched the man race his eyes down the paper "I guess we must be getting prepared for the pan left Summit, comrade. If this is what the United Left wants, this is what they must get,” said the other man with interest.

They both walked down a little more, as preparing to reach the doors at the end. The winds of fall flushing throughout the wood and the windows, glistening in purity and love, and thus they begin to talk again, "We must send a very trained diplomatic team. This will be quite important to say the least, these people already have reportedly gotten bias against us for reasons which we do not know of yet, and false contact with information. Hopefully they will be able to widen their view with the proper evidence put to the table. So I must get going to be organizing the team and telling the General Secretary."

“Fair enough; I wish you the best, as do the people. Our approach to these people must be strong, they have suffered a long time of isolation and despair, and must rise to greatness once again, at least on our side or not. They will be liberating the Proletariat.”

“Not so, the main worry is Viktoria, which has shown it's disdain with Socialists, Convists, Communists, and other groups that the WI supports; but are being let off the hook due to no diplomatic talks yet. They are the main cause to the issues between us and the Workers International right now, and hopefully this talk will fix a lot of injustice."

“Well, nonetheless. It was a pleasure discussing this with you,” the secretary said, caressing the door handles  and pulling them down and yanking back in a single, powerful motion as they swung open to reveal the city of Mochnost. The two were smacked with the winds of winter; the road around the government bloc was crowded and well lit, and the parking lots for the government officals was also in the same condition, and thus the man had finally led to his car, labeled "L. H. Vanburski Space" on the stopping concrete. He sided into his car and turned everything on, while backing up to drive to the other side of the Complex; the Blue Guards and the Proletariat's Palace, renamed from the Mochnost Palace which is one of the oldest government buildings within the United Motherland. Soon, the traffic almost swallowed the car into the streets, and he quickly made it to the other side of the complex with avoiding the tourists the best as possible.

The area itself was quite magnificent, the marble columns jutting out of the ground and the soft grass in the surroundings, it's long banners of Convism hanging from various walls and the immense level of decoration and expenses gone into it was truly remarkable to say this was built such a long time ago. Thus, he began the climb up the few steps leading to it's doors, and head inside peacefully due to the guards noticing the badge flashing before them.

He quickly took his position, welcoming him self to the men around him and eventually making it to the General Secretaries personal quarters. He knocked on the door with a passion with the slightly crumpled note in his thin, sweaty hands.

“Good evening, Comrade Squge,” Vanburski began while the General Secretary answers. He looks amused and cheerful until he reads the United Left seal and the address of the letter to himself in bold letters.

“We are faced with an inevitable decision, that being the United Left has invited diplomats to one of the largest summits we've ever seen. Take a look." Vanburski passes the note to so he could read it in full. His eyes racing across the paper at the speed of sound, his pupils practically teleporting as reading the details of the notion and mumbles at the note of the more important places, while he finally finishes the note with the signature of the entire United Left Executive Delegation. He pops a pen out of his pocket and salutes the man, "Thank you, comrade. This is quite an urgent deal. I recommend you send copies of this to the diplomatic bloc, if you so could," and Vanburski takes the note quietly and leaves to jump to the diplomats.

He stumbles back out of the house with a new copied note in hand due to a very pompous secretary, and dashes off to the external affairs complex, which was reasonably smaller in comparison to the senate office complex in which he had originated from. He pulls back out of the driveway, and slips into the traffic once more, to only end up at the parking space for the external affairs complex. He leaves his car and begins to walk into this complex, a little more slowly and relaxed in comparison to the visit of the General Secretary.

The stairs he quickly runs up to, and finds the building marked the [i][b]External Diplomatic Chambers[/b][/i], which was one of the medium sized areas in the local block. He pushed open the door to find a relatively empty main hall, with multiple areas, such as meal halls, executive offices, training areas for new diplomats, and preparation rooms & offices for the registered diplomats to be sent to areas whenever possible.

He had found the office labeled [b][i]Coordinator of the External Diplomatic Chambers[/i][/b], and quickly flew over to the door and began knocking it too. Thus, another man opened the door to let him in, which seemed to be a secretary of some kind. He entered the room, and handed the man the letter without speech. He quickly grabbed it, and his body was flushed over with calmness and thoughts of the next move; hence his relaxed gaze and writings in notebooks of some kind.

"My appreciations, comrade. I thank you for the personal notification, but you realize we do have emails by now, correct? Urgency or not, I do not require a personal notification. Thank you," bellowed the man with a thick Versalian accent, as Vanbruski was subject to leaving.

The man behind him started to talk to his assistant as he left, and wrote up some documents. "This shall be called:"

[i]Brodov Sebeni Telegram — or without the name's reputation, The Diplomatic People's Telegram.[/i]”

They secretary and the coordinator had quickly came to labor. Drafting areas and starting for the various supplies and equipment to be sent to the Pan-Left Summit. Eqipment was being filed by the swipe of a pen and the scratch on the paper, it was soon to be decided who will be sent and what they will respond with. The Ink had

Bousaid chuckled; he hardly cared if the representatives opposed his policy, as he could remove them from the party at any time he desired. “‘Genocide’ typically implies that those who are victims of the prosecution taking place are innocent; in this scenario, that is simply not the case. Have we abandoned the ideals set forth by our nation's founders, in that those who oppose the Party and the nation itself musn't be treated like sapient individuals? Is this too much for you to comprehend, Representative? I surely hope not.”

The dissenting Representative was worried; dissent in the Party was not tolerated by its leaders, and furthermore opposing the President's proposed policies would most likely get him persecuted like many prior to him had. Every representative in the room had turned their head to face him; faced with overwhelming pressure and anxiety, the scared Representative sat down, his face oozing with sweat, and fine suit stained.

“I see we have no opposition, then,” Bousaid exclaimed, smiling in his evil-but-not-obvious way. Stacking up his papers, he raised his right hand into a fist and held it high above his head — the symbol of Ba'athism in the Caraq Union — before lowering it and waving the representatives out of the chamber. The Guards at every door graciously opened the door they were protecting, nodding their heads in respect as the representatives filed out. The dissenting Representative from earlier was stopped on his way out by two guards;

[i]Thus, they began to write.[/i][hr][/hr]

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[b]To:[/b] The Galëian External Affairs Office
[b]From:[/b] The Convist Union External Affairs Office
[b]Matter:[/b] Nationalist Revolution
[b]Read as:[/b] Harshly Agressive
[b]Urgency:[/b] [color=#FF0000]High[/color]
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Greeting comrades,

The Convist Union has received your messages of distraught and the heroic call against the capitalist menace, and with bravery and love for mankind seen throughout the movement with strong hopes of liberation, the Convist Union will be obedient to these cries; and we will assist you on your glorious revolution to fight the enemy. The Union will be organizing some forces from all across the world with pleasure to fight alongside the revolution. Requests will be taken if you so please; let a Convist Essida be ours!

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[floatright][b][i]Signed,[/i]
Squge Dakia
[i]Comrade of the Convist Revolution & General Secretary of the Convist Union[/i][/floatright][/box][/b][hr][/hr]

[b]In Proletariat's Square[/b]

"Alexei, comrade." said Griken as he had ran up the steps to reach the Bojikamian Ambassador, Alexei Dorbunov. "Comrade," he repeated, while patting him on the shoulder and passing him a note.

"Comrade, the Bojikamian and the Moschoviti governments have a request for the United Left."

The Bojikamian ambassador looks at the paper, and looks over at Griken one more time, "Let's move to a private place." he said, using hand motions to figure them into the leftist palace. They both dashed into their seats accordingly, as they whispered to each other about the plan as the early morning ambassadors from the many UL countries came in.

"Alex, we don't have many choices. These are-"

"Yes, we do have a choice Griken. We are the United Left, not them. Yet who we represent does not mean our alliances have to follow through."

"I am just saying, an absolute ceasefire from Squge, and and retracting from all future conflicts is a bit much-" blurts Griken, as Alexei shushes him back to a whisper.

"Listen. I know it seems like a lot, and we can't exactly stop now. The United Left is a powerful organization, simply stopping the great revolution does not mean we have no say in this."

"But the government-"

"Griken. You're half way through your life. You've been serving for the UL for more than almost 20 years now. You were appointed as my second in command, and I am proud to say that had happened, but when you listen to orders, you place mine over others."

*sigh* "Then, what do you exactly suggest we do. Stand up to the government?"

"Hmph..." says the Bojikamian Ambassadors, flipping through his papers. "Don't quote me on this, but I have a nice idea."

The Bojikamian Ambassador had flipped through many papers, and stood up. He peered into the eyes of the masses, each and every ambassador, all 300+ of them. The area was certainly crowded, and constantly going under renovations. The temperature was getting colder near his heart, and his stomach felt weak. The many millions watching the telivised broadcast of the 36th United Left Chamber Meeting were yet exited and on their feet of what would happen, or perpetually screaming at the disbelief that their nation is still in the UL. He had his mind set on the goal, the revolution, for the only way to make things right is not to yet stay calm, yet to raise hell, and fix the wrongdoings of the world!

"[b]Comrades![/b]

The United Left has lived in a short time span, a fraction of the earths life - barely a second in comparison to the rich, green grass and the deep blue oceans to be made over millennium. And yet the past years somehow seem longer than the span of many universes. A very important historical event is contained within them: the rebirth of a nation formerly threatened by extinction. It is an incredibly eventful time, and seems barely comprehensive sometimes to us, who have not just had the opportunity to witness but also to actually create a small part of it.

Democratic ideals are a big topic of discussion right now; not in Germany, but other parts of the world talk about them. We in Germany have learned our lesson with democratic ideals; if the rest of the world praises these ideals, we can only answer that the German people had the chance to live within the purest form of this ideal, and we ourselves are now reaping the legacy left by this democracy. We then get a lecture on the wonderful goals of war, especially from the British side. Great Britain has much experience in proclaiming goals of war, considering they have waged more wars than anyone else. The goals they proclaim today are fantastic: the creation of a new Europe. This Europe will be a just place, and the general equality will make arms unnecessary, so we can all disarm. This disarmament is supposed to kick start a period of economic blossoming, trade and movement should commence, especially trade, much trade, free trade! And from this trade, culture is supposed to bloom, and not just culture, but religion, too. In one phrase: the golden age is supposed to dawn. Unfortunately, this golden age has been described in a very similar fashion on several occasions, and not even by prior generations, but by the same people that are describing it yet again today. It's like a very worn-out groove on an old LP. We should pity these gentlemen, who haven't found a new, big idea to hook the people on, because they promised the same things in 1918: the goal of war then was also a "new Europe" and a "new equality", this new equality whose main element is abolishing a nation's right to self-determination. At that time, an equality that would make arms unnecessary in the future was promised. Thence issued the program of disarmament of everyone. And to make this disarmament especially manifest, it was supposed to be crowned by a union of all disarmed states, which had decided that, in the future, all differences (at least no one doubted there would still be differences) between them should be, well, as it is the custom among democracies, be talked to pieces in open discussions. Under no circumstances should there be any more shooting. And at that time it was already said that the consequences of this disarmament and this worldwide parliament would be an incredible blossoming, a blooming of industry and especially (and much emphasis is always put on this) of trade, of free trade. Culture, as well, should not be disregarded in this process, and while one spoke a little bit less about religion at the end of the war than at the beginning, we at least were told, in the year 1918, that it would be a blessed era that God would smile upon.

We are experiencing now what happened then: the old states were dissolved without even asking their peoples' opinion. Not in one single case was the nation asked if it agreed with the measures that others would put into place in them. Old, almost historical bodies were dissolved - not just states, but also economic bodies. One could not imagine something better in their stead, since what is created over a period of several centuries is probably better than anything else; it was definitely impossible for those people that view all of European history with the greatest arrogance to create something better. So it passed that, without taking into account a nation's  right to self-determination, Europe was hacked up, Europe was torn open, large states were dissolved, nations had their rights taken away. This was done by first making them helpless, then categorizing them in a manner that predetermined who the winners and the losers would be. There was no more talk of disarmament then, on the contrary, the arms race continued. For no one started solving their conflicts in a peaceful manner, on the contrary, those states with arms waged war just like before. Only the disarmed were not able to forbid the menacing actions of the armed, or even to keep them away from themselves. Paralleling this, of course, came not a period of economic health, but on the contrary an incredible system of reparations led to the economic downfall of not only the losers, but also of the winners themselves. No people felt the effects of this economic depression more than the Germans. The general economic disorganization led, particularly in Germany, to a widespread joblessness that almost ruined our German people. Culture, as well, was not enhanced, but rather ridiculed and warped. Religion took a back seat; in these 15 years no one British spoke of religion; no British person remembered Christian mercifulness or altruism. At that time the gentlemen did not take their Bibles with them on walks, instead, their Bible was the Treaty of Versailles! 448 paragraphs, all of which a burden, an obligation, a condemnation, a blackmail of Germany or towards Germany. And this Versailles was guaranteed by the new League of Nations - not a union of free nations, of similar nations, not a union of nations at all (the actual, founded nations stayed away) - a League of Nations whose sole task was to guarantee this most base of all agreements, this agreement which was not negotiated but instead purely forced upon us, and to force us to fulfill it.

So that was the time of a democratic Germany! Today, when foreign statesmen pretend not to be able to trust the modern Germany, it does not apply to the previous Germany: for was not that previous Germany birthed by and created by them, so they could trust it.

And how badly they treated that Germany! Who still has complete memories of the history of that time: the horrible collapse of 1918, the tragic occurrences of 1919, and then all the years of domestic economic deterioration, the ongoing enslavement and impoverishment of our people, and most of all the complete hopelessness! Today, still, it is unsettling to think of that time, when a great nation slowly lost trust not just in itself, but in any sort of worldly justice. During this whole time, democratic Germany hoped, begged, and protested in vain. The international financial sector stayed brutally inconsiderate and squeezed as much as it could out of our people; the statesmen of the Allied nations remained hardhearted. It was mercilessly said, on the contrary, that 20 million Germans were too many. No one listened to the wretchedness of our unemployed, no one cared about the ruin of our agriculture or industry, not even of our trade. We remember this silencing of traffic that occurred at this time in the German Reich. At this time, when all hope was gone, when begging was proved to be futile, when protesting did not lead to victory: it was at this time that the National Socialist movement was created from one basic insight: the insight, that one is not allowed to hope in this world, nor beg, nor lower oneself by protesting. Instead, one needs to help oneself!

For 15 years, in this democratic Germany, hope was preached, hope for a new world, for new institutions. Every side had its international patron. Some hoped for the international solidarity of the proletariat, others placed their hope in democratic international institutions, on the League of Nations in Geneva. Still others hoped for a global conscience, for a cultural conscience, etc.

All this hope was in vain. We have put a different type of hope in the place of that previous hope: the hope of the only help that exists in this world, help through one's own power. The place that hope occupied is now filled with faith in our German people, in the mobilization of its eternal inner values. Back then , we had very little real tools to help us. What we saw as the building blocks of the new Reich, besides our own will, was firstly our people's manpower, secondly the intelligence of our people, and third that which our Lebensraum has to offer, namely, our earth and soil. Thus we began our work and subsequently witnessed this internal German ascent. This internal German ascent, which did not threaten the rest of the world in any way, which was purely internal German reforms, still instantaneously managed to produce hate in others. Possibly the most tragic moment of this happening was when we proclaimed our Four-Year-Plan, an idea which should have enthused the other world: a people wanted to help itself; it did not appeal to others for aid, it did not appeal for presents, for charity, it appealed to its own creative facilities, its own diligence, its own energy, its own intelligence. And still this other world started shouting, British statesmen cried out: what do you think you're doing, this Four-Year-Plan, it does not fit into our global economy! - as if they had let us have part in this global economy. No, they scented the recovery of the German people - and because of this, because we foresaw this and because we noticed this, we immediately began, parallel to this recovery, to remobilize German power.

You know these years. 1933, so the same year, in which we took over power, I saw myself forced to withdraw from the League of Nations and to leave the ridiculous conference on disarmament. We could not receive any rights from these two forums, despite years of begging and protesting.

1934: German rearmament began on the grandest scale.

In 1935, I instituted the general draft.

In 1936 I corrected the situation of the Rhineland.

1937 was the start of the Four-Year-Plan.

In 1938, the Ostmark and the Sudetenland were annexed to the Reich.

In 1939 we began to shield the Reich against those enemies that in the meantime had removed their masks. The measured introduced in 1939 were to protect the Reich.

All this could have been different, if this other world had, even for an hour, showed understanding for the German claims, for the necessities of life of the German people. So often it is said: we should have negotiated this. You remember, my comrades, did I not on more than one occasion raise the issue of German colonial claims before the world? Did we ever receive an answer to this, except for a no, except for repudiation, indeed almost new hostility? No, in Britain and France the ruling classes were determined to renew their fight against us the moment the Reich recovered. They wanted it so. For 300 years, Britain has followed its goal of preventing Europe to fully consolidate itself, just like France has for many centuries tried to prevent Germany from full consolidation.

THE HISTORY OF BRITISH CRIMES AND WARMONGERING

Today, when a Mr. Chamberlain stands forth as a preacher and announces to the rest of the world the pious goals of this war, I can only say: your own history speaks against you, Mr. Chamberlain. For 300 years your statesmen have always spoken thus, like you, Mr. Chamberlain, when war broke out. You have generally only fought for God or your religion. You have never had a material goal. But because the British never fought for material goals, God has rewarded you with so many material goods. God has not forgotten that Britain was always the warrior for truth, for justice, the champion of all virtues. They were richly rewarded for this. Over a period of 300 years, they have subjugated about 40 million km of earth; of course not because of egoism, not because they love to have power or gain riches or self-indulgence, no, quite on the contrary this all happened as part of God's mandate and in the name of religion. Indeed, Britain did not want to be the sole champion of God, so it always invited others to come join this noble fight. It did not even try to carry the main burden alone; if you are doing work mandated by God like this, allies can always be sought.

This is the same thing they do today. And it has, as just said, been richly rewarding for Britain. 40 million km, and British history is a ceaseless row of rapes, of extortions, of tyrannical abuse, of subjugation, of pillage. There are many things that would be unthinkable in any other state and in any other people. War was declared for everything. War was waged to increase trade. War was waged to get other peoples addicted to opium. War was also waged, when necessary, to win goldmines, to attain power over diamond mines. There were always material goals, although of course they were noble embellished with ideals. The last war was also waged solely for ideal goals. That the side effects included winning the German colonies was God-willed. That our fleet was taken, that our German foreign assets were cashed, those are just side effects of this noble struggle for the holy religion. When Mr. Chamberlain walks around with carrying his Bible and preaches his goals of war, it seems to me as if the devil with a prayer book is closing in on some poor soul. And this is not even original anymore! This is old, no one believes him anymore. I think, he mistrusts himself.

Furthermore: a nation only burns itself once. Children only followed the rat catcher of Hameln once, just as the German people followed the apostle of the international brotherhood of nations just once.

So I praise Mr. Churchill. He speaks openly what the old Mr. Chamberlain only silently thought and hoped. He says it: our goal is the dissolution of Germany. Our goal is the destruction of Germany. Our goal is the extinction, if possible, of the German people. We want to beat Germany.

Believe me, I appreciate this. And French generals, too, they speak openly on what this is all about. I think this facilitates communication. Why fight with such lying phrases? Why not speak openly? We prefer it that way. We know exactly which goals they have, if Mr. Chamberlain arrives, in Bible in hand or not, if he acts pious or not, if he tells the truth or lies. We know the goal; it is the Germany of 1648 that they want, that Germany - dissolved and torn apart.

GERMANY'S "RIGHT TO LIFE": THE REICH IS OVERPOPULATED

You know, here in middle Europe we have over 80 million Germans. These people, too, have a right to life. A piece of life pertains to them. For 300 years they have been cheated of this. They could only be cheated because they were so spread out that the weight of their numbers could not be felt. Today, 140 people live on one square kilometer. If these people build an entity, they are a power. If they are rent apart, they are helpless and bound. In their unity the also have a moral right. What does it mean, when 30, 50 or 200 small states protest or try to attain their rights of life? Who notices? When 80 million appear, it is worse. This is cause of the animosity towards the nation-building of Italy, towards the nation-building of Germany. They would love to dissolve these states into their original elements.

Several days ago, a British person wrote: This is it, the overly hasty creation of the old Kaiser Reich, that was not right. - Indeed, that was not right. It was not right, that these 80 million people joined to represent their rights to life together? He would rather have these Germans split under two, three, maybe four hundred little flags, if possible, under two, three, four hundred dynasties, behind every dynasty several hundred thousand people, the other completely muzzled vis a vis the rest of the world. Then we, of course, can continue to live as a people of poets and philosophers, as good as we might. Besides, the poet and the philosopher do not need as much food as a heavy worker.

This is the problem that we are discussing today. Here are great nations that over a period of several centuries were cheated out of their slice of life in this world because of their disunion. These nations have now, however, overcome their discord. Today, they enter the others' circle as young nations, and extol their claims. On the other side there are the nations that possess everything. And these 'Have' nations, that block large areas of the world for no reason whatsoever, yes, that a few decades ago even robbed Germany, these possessing nations now align themselves with the so-called possessing classes within each people. The occurrences of domestic society are mirrored in the world as a whole. Here, too, there were economic perceptions and political opinions that said, he who has, has, and he who has not, has not, and that is the God-given order of things, that one person has everything and the other nothing, and that it should stay that way. Opposing these, a new force stood up. The one force that cries out: now we want to destruct; if we do not possess anything, let us destruct everything. This nihilistic power raged through Germany for a decade and a half. It was overcome by constructive National Socialism. This National Socialism, that does not honor the state of things as they were, but rather modified the change or the method of the change of this status by saying: we want to change this status by slowly letting the 'Have-not' classes take part, by teaching them how to take part in the ownership. In no way can someone that now possesses turn to the point of view that he possesses all rights and someone else none. It is similar in the world. It just does not work, to have 46 million British people block 40 million km² of earth and simply declare: God gave it to us, and 20 years ago we got some from you too; this is ours now, and will not give it back. And France, And France with  its not very fertile earth, almost 80 people on a square kilometer, yet they have over 9 million km of trees. Germany with its over 80 million people does not have more than 600,000 km.

This is the problem that must be solved and that will be solved just as all social problems are solved. And today we are experiencing on a large scale the play that we once watched unfold domestically on a smaller scale. At the time when National Socialism started its struggle for the masses of our people, in the interests of constructing a truly workable arrangement and a true community of the people, at that time the former liberal and democratic parties (i.e. the possessing classes and their coalitions) tried to annihilate National Socialism, tried to dissolve the Party. It was their eternal cry: They have to be forbidden, they must be disbanded. They saw, in the dissolution, in the banishment of the Movement, they saw the destruction of the power that maybe could have led to a change in the status quo. National Socialism dealt with this wish. It stayed, and it led the reorganization of Germany. Today, this other world cries again: Germany must be dissolved, these 80 million people need to vanish into thin air, we must not leave them in a closed, state-like institution; because then we take their strength to assert their claims. That is the goal, that Britain and France have today.

THE NATIONAL SOCIALIST STRUGGLE:
GREAT BRITAIN AND FRANCE HATE GERMANY

Our answer is still the same one we gave our internal enemies of yore. You know, my old Party comrades, that our victory in 1933 was not an easy one. It was an incredible struggle that was waged for almost 15 years; an almost futile struggle. Because you must imagine, my Party comrades, that we did suddenly receive a large following from fate. A handful of people started this. And these people painfully first secured their positions and then enlarge them. A handful of people turned into 100, then 1,000, and then 10,000 and 100,000 and finally the first million was reached. And then this evolved to two million, then three and four. We grew during an ongoing war against a thousand enemies and attacks and rapes and breaches of the law, and this struggle made us strong, internally strong. And so, these 15 years after we took power, we know that this is not a gift from heaven for someone that has not earned it, but the reward for a unique struggle, a brave perseverance in the struggle for power.

And when I, in the year 1933, was given this power and took responsibility, along with the National Socialist movement, for the German future, it became clear to me that freedom would not be given lightly to our people. It also became clear that the struggle was not finished; instead, it was being waged on a larger scale. Because our goal was not the triumph of the National Socialist movement, but the liberation of our German people. That was the goal.

Everything I have created since then is geared to this goal. The Party, the Arbeitsfront, SA, SS, all other organizations, the Wehrmacht, the army, the air force, the navy, they exist not just to exist but to help fulfill our goal. Securing the freedom of our German people looms above everything else. Of course I tried, just as I did domestically, through persuasion, through negotiating, by calling on their reason, to achieve our necessary, indispensable claims. Several times in several different areas, it worked. Already in 1938 one had to notice, that the old war hawks were gaining the upper hand again in those states opposing us. I started warning then. What is one supposed to think, if first a treaty is signed by both parties in Munich, and then one party returns back to London and starts badmouthing this treaty and saying it is a shame, yes, when he vows that this will not occur a second time; in other words: that voluntary communication is not thinkable any more for the future.

At that time, the outsiders stood up in those so-called democracies. I immediately issued warnings about this, because it is obvious. The German people did not feel any kind of hate against the French or the British. The French people, the British people - the German people wanted only to live in friendship and peace with them. Germany has claims, which do not hurt these other peoples at all, which do not take anything away from them.

The German people has never learned to carry on hate. Then in Britain, certain circles began their impertinent, intolerable assaults. And then came the moment when I had to say to myself: I cannot watch this anymore, I have to answer to this agitation. For we do not educate the German people to hate the British. We do not educate it to hate the French, while in France and Britain the agitators day after day bait the British and French peoples, through the press and at rallies, to hate against the Germans. One day the agitators will be the government. Then they will realize their plans, and the German people will not know where this is coming from. So I gave the order to educate the German people about this agitation. From that moment on I was convinced, if necessary, to ensure the defense of the Reich.

Now, in 1939 these Western powers decided to drop the mask behind which they ere hiding, they declared war on Germany against all of our endeavors, even though we tried to accommodate and oblige them. Today, they are unembarrassed to admit: Yes, Poland would have probably acquiesced, but we did not want that. They admit today that it would have easily been possible to effect an understanding. But they did not want that. They wanted war. Okay! My internal enemies often told me the same thing. Often, I reached out a hand towards them. They slapped it back. They also cried: No, not reconciliation, not communication, we want a fight! So they got their fight! And the only thing I can tell France and Britain is: They will get the fight as well!

The first phase of the fight was political action. It ensured our back was clear, politically. For years, Germany and Italy pursued mutual politics. These politics have not changed up till now. The two states are close friends. Their common interests can be brought to a common denominator.

During the last year I tried to foil Britain's chance of degenerating their war (which was already planned in advance) into a general world war. For at that time, the pious, Bible-studying and -reading and preaching Mr. Chamberlain tried for months to come to an understanding, a union with the atheist Stalin. It did not work back then. I understand everyone in Britain being wildly angry at me for now succeeding at what Mr. Chamberlain tried in vain. And I understand that this action, which God would have smiled upon if Mr. Chamberlain had succeeded at it, is a sin when I succeed. But still, I think the Almighty will be pleased to have avoided senseless battles in such a large area. For over centuries Germany and Russia lived next to one another in friendship and peace. Why should this not be possible again in the future? I think it is possible because both people wish it so. And every attempt, undertaken by British or French plutocrats, to bring us to new opposition will fail simply due to our rational interpretation of the goals of these powers, the realization of these goals. This is how Germany is able to keep its back clear.

The second task of 1939 was to clear our back in the military aspect, as well. The hopes of British war specialists that the fight against Poland would under no circumstance be decided before 6 months or a year had passed were dashed by the might of our Wehrmacht. The state which received a guarantee from England was obliterated from the map within 18 days. This ended the first phase of our struggle.

And the second begins. Mr. Churchill cannot wait for it to begin. He lets his middlemen - and he says it himself  too - express the hope that the war with bombs may start soon. And they have already written, that this fight will naturally not respect women and children. Well! When has Britain ever respected women and children? The whole blockade war is deliberately against women and children. The war against the Boers was solely against women and children. That was when the concentration camp was invented; this idea was born of a British brain. We only researched it in the encyclopedia and later copied it, only with one difference: Britain locked women and children in these camps, and over 20,000 of the Boers' women died pitiably. Thus, why should Britain fight differently this time?

We foresaw this and prepared for it. Mr. Churchill can be convinced: we know what Britain has done in the past five months. We know what France has done, also. But he seemingly does not know what Germany has been doing in the past five months. These gentlemen seem to think that we have spent the last five months sleeping. Ever since I entered the political arena, I have not slept through one single day of importance, let alone for five months! I can only ensure the German people: great things have been done in these past five months. Everything that was created in Germany in seven prior years cannot compare to what has been achieved in the past five months.

Our rearmament is running according to plan. Our plans have proven themselves worthy. Our foresight begins to reap fruits now, fruits in all areas, fruits that are so large that our Sir Enemies are slowly starting to copy them. However, their copies remain meager. Naturally, the British radio knows better. If we believed the British radio, not one single ray of sunlight would be able to pierce through the thick layer of military airplanes darkening the sky, the world would just be a single large weapons cache, all armed by Britain, producing for Britain and provisioning the massive British armies. Germany, on the other hand, is close to total collapse. U-boats - and I heard this today - we only have three. This is horrible, not for us, but for British propaganda. Because when these three have been sunk, and that will definitely happen either tonight or tomorrow, what else will they have left to sink? What is there left to destroy? The British will have no other option but to sink the U-boats we will build in the future. And then they will have to develop a U-boat-reincarnation theory. Since British ships will surely continue to be sunk, and we do not own any more U-boats, these can only be U-boats that have already been destroyed by the British. I further read that I am deeply sad and grieved because I had been expecting us to build two or three U-boats a day, but we only build two a week. I can only say: It is not good when one must hold one's radio speeches and war reports before the relatives of a people that has not fought for several thousand years. The last provable struggle of the Maccabees seems to have slowly lost its military-educational worth.

When I see this foreign propaganda, I gain incredible trust in our victory. For I have witnessed this propaganda once before. For almost 15 years this propaganda was incited against us. My old Party comrades will remember this propaganda. These are the same words, the same phrases, and, when we look closer, even the same heads, the same dialect. I dealt with these people as a solitary, unknown man that pulled a handful of people to himself. In 15 years I dealt with these people. Today Germany is the largest world power!

It is not actually so that aging itself makes one wiser. Aging does not make blind people see. Who once was blind is blind now too. The Gods ruin those who are blinded. Today, these powers oppose the German Wehrmacht, the first in the world! However, it is not just the Wehrmacht, it is the German people who stand opposed, the German people with its insights and its discipline, formed and educated by seven years of National Socialist leadership in all areas. You can see today that this is not just a phantom. This education surmounted class and caste. It abolished parties, corrected world views and in their place created a confraternity. This confraternity is now filled with glowing trust and a fanatical will. This confraternity will not repeat the mistakes made in the year 1918.

Today, when Mr. Daladier doubts this confraternity, or when he believes that parts of this confraternity complain, or when he quotes and pities my homeland - oh, Monsieur Daladier, maybe you will meet my people from the Ostmark. Of course you personally will enlighten them. You will meet these divisions and regiments just as you will meet the other Germans. And you will then be cured of madness, of this madness of believing that these are German tribes standing opposite you. Mr. Daladier, the German people stand facing you! The nationalist-socialist German people! This people that once fought for National Socialism and that, through hard work gained the education and formation it has today, it is cured of all internationalist delusions. And it will remain cured. The National Socialist Party guarantees this. And your hopes of separating people and Party, or Party and state, or Party and Wehrmacht, or Wehrmacht, Party and me, are childish, naive. This is the hope that once nourished my enemies for 15 years.

I as a National Socialist have only know work, struggle, worries, hardships. I think destiny had nothing else for our generation. We should not be ungrateful toward destiny for this; on the contrary, we have here a warning. 25 years ago the German people marched toward a struggle that others forced it into. There was inadequate armament. France used the power of its people completely differently than the Germany of yore. Russia was the big enemy at that time. A completely different world could slowly be mobilized against this Germany. It went to war and performed heroic miracles. And fate held onto our people. In the year 1914 it liberated the German homeland from the danger of foreign attack. In the year 1915 the positions of the Kaiser Reich were fortified. 1916, 1917, year for year, battle for battle, sometimes everything seemed ready to collapse, and as if by a miracle the Reich was saved again and again. Germany gave incredible proofs of its strength. It was obviously saved by fate. Then the German people became ungrateful. Instead of trusting in its own future and therefore its own strength, it began to trust the promises of others. And finally in its ungratefulness it struggled against its own Reich, its own leadership. And so fate turned its back on Germany.

At that time, I did not see this catastrophe as something undeserved. I never complained that fate had done us wrong. On the contrary, I always supported the opinion that we received what we made ourselves deserve from fate. The German nation became ungrateful, and therefore did not receive everything it was due.

This will not be repeated a second time in our history. The National Socialist movement has already undergone its probation. The fifteen years of its struggle definitely did not only contain glorious days, fabulous victories; often, times were full of worries, often our enemies rejoiced at our imminent destruction. But then the movement showed what it was worth; gathering itself together with a faithful and strong heart, trusting in the necessity of our struggle, and stood up to our enemy and finally vanquished this enemy.

Today, this is the task of the German nation. 80 million people now rise to stand aligned. Opposing them stand as many enemies. Today, these 80 million people have excellent internal organization, the best that can exist. They have strong faith, and they do not have the worst leadership; instead, as I am convinced, one of the best. Today, the leaders and the people have one insight: that there is no communication without a clear implementation of our rights and that we do not want this struggle for our rights to commence again in maybe two or three or five years; that these rights that we are discussing belong to 80 million people, not to a party or a movement. Because, at the end of the day, what am I? I am nothing, my German people, but your spokesperson. Therefore I am the representative of your rights. This is not about me as a person, but I do not belong to those people that ever lower their flag. This I have never learned to do. The people have placed their trust in me. I will prove myself worthy of this trust and, in doing this, will not lose sight of myself or my surroundings; instead, I will watch the past and the future. I want to be perceived as honorific by the past and he future, and with me the German people should stand with honor. Today's generation carries Germany's fate, Germany's future or Germany's downfall. And our enemies, today the cry: Germany shall fall!

And Germany can give only one answer. Germany will live, and therefore Germany will emerge victorious!

At the start of the eighth year of the National Socialist revolution our hearts turn to our German people, to its future. We want to serve this future, we want to fight for it, if necessary fall, never capitulate!

Comrades, [b]Onwards![/b]" And thus the long round of applause to the speech, and the happiness for diplomacy had brought afoot.[hr][/hr]

[b]Many hours prior, Coolart Manor[/b]

As he packed his own bag the Imperial Grand Duke smiled, "nice to be getting away from his own people debating, to go watch other people debate, hopefully some Ardokians are there with their humorous antics, the silly little people" He condescendingly thought, he wasn't fond of the slippery bastards but they were amusing.

They were the main instigator of the Cebu Pact's troubles as far as he was concerned. Still he worried that this meeting would come to nothing. At worse there would be mention of the on-goings in Vasangal.As he clambered into his Imperator town-car, he could help but look around, he was proud of the empire, all starting from this bit of quiet idyllic land.

[b]En-route to the summit[/b]

As the huge CR1930E Princess (A civilian version of the famed HB62 Razorback Bomber) droned through the sky like a flying freight train, silence reigned in the cabin. The flight over had been pleasant though as Thomium tried to relax he knew trouble was brewing, at home the Vasangal Crisis had hit boiling point and while he had been told that they were beginning to smite the rebels, he was still worried that they were permitted to disrupt the integrity of the colony. Still, he hoped he could leave the trouble to the military to deal with. Hopefully, they dealt with it in a light manner, unluckily the reports of civilian deaths had reached his ears but the fury of the Colonial Governor suggested he wanted to carpet bomb the entire the trouble spot until it was one big crater. He put down the report that wasn't pleasing him particularly, the fact the Massuw nation might be joining the Fetheseau confederation of rebels, that'd add over 500,000 people to their cause and spread the conflict east or the first time, he'd have to carefully authorize a measure to prevent them from flaring up and taking matters into their own hands. Rubbing his eyes wearily he called for the stewardess in the study.

"Ulrid?" he quietly inquired

"Yes your grace?" she replied from behind him where she was laying out a jug of water and some tumblers on a silver tray

"As much as I enjoy your company, remind me to go by sea next time, miss having a deck to walk about on" He replied, irritated at the confined space he had to occupy for hours on end.

Yes your grace, I know you miss the Sedna she said referring to the old ocean liner that was was the Royal Yacht these days But you wouldn't get there in time at such short notice, nor...She paused, hesitant to test the waters "get to see me for a few hours" She very carefully probed

Thomium turned aroundYou raise very good points Ulrid, I certainly enjoy your time He said with the hint of a smile, he did enjoy her being around, she was good at her job and made him smile, the best sort of stewardess as far as he was concerned as he looked at the pretty brunette, looking smart in the pale blue uniform with a matching garrison cap that all air staff wore on this flight.

He smiled! she thoughtI passed the test!Trying to keep a calm face as she tried to compile a response Thank you, your Grace She nearly blurted out as she finished up setting out the tumblers

Shame you aren't in the Navy, just had one of my best retire last month and I have a void to fill there on the Sedna He casually said as he turned back away to the array of files on the mahogany desk

Ulrid nearly blushed, a huge compliment was in there, somewhere. I'm afraid your grace, seasickness is a failing of mine, I'd be absolutely useless She had to stop herself from gushing

Ah, in that case best to keep you here where you can be of sterling service Ulrid, would you be as so kind to fetch the gentlemen?He said still absently staring at his desk

Certainly your grace She replied, almost stammering at the shock of the compliment

Being a steward or stewardess on Flight 1, meant you had be Air Force staff, relatively attractive and able to deal with sudden changes to itineraries and the number of hostile souls on-board, usually numbering zero.

Thomium was soon joined by Field Kommandant Ishmael Grieves, Kommandant Myila Narma and the Former Grand Allied Commander Sarco Thylaca, in the traditionally appointed conference room to wearily discuss the matters at hand. It was well known that the United Left was being steadily undermined by Cebu actions, the standing down of the Ardokian Fleet of the coast of Bashria and of course the slaughter of the "Featheseu" rebels, the first bloodshed between the Alliances, needless to say it hadn't gone well, at least 300 had died from what he had heard, but it could be much higher, judging from the fact Field Kommandant had requested that they used miniature flachette jacketed rounds to avoid missing the targets.

But still, they were here in the name of peace, something the United Left commonly forgoes, as they sorted through the various profiles and briefings they had been reading during the flight. Thomium glanced over at his delegation, Grieves, with his salt and pepper tough and aged appearance, was pushing 50, having served the nation as head of the military for nearly 7 years, three with his father and now 4 with the son. He'd been a strong adovocate of an active empire, pursuing an empire building policy whilst being on the offense. So far he hadn't been too wrong. Narma was a psychopath, short and simple, a rare Thralasan Narcul, his non-standard black long hair, blacker than death pupils than seems to be holes on his face and skin like a white eel gave the impression all the more. Responsible for the the very quiet and very horrendous crushing of the 2010 Vasangal uprising, no doubt by the months end he'd be in Vasangal, feeding the dead to the prisoners again. His father had had him removed from the military in 2003, Thomium had re-installed him in 2008, needing another bogeyman in his arsenal. Of course though there was General Kommandant Sarco Thylaca, a general that offered much promise as a possible successor to Grieves, he had a craggy but handsome face of someone who spent a lot of time in the outdoors in the past. He was an infantry man who'd also served his father for a short stint of 15 months.

So we have a few trouble makers possibly present?Grieves asked airily to Thylaca

Thylaca thought for a second "Well from my time as GAC, I've found the worse are the Ardokians and the Featheseauians but they arent too bad, we've all probably seen worse, sir"

Fair enough, at least some nations hopefully wont be coming Grieves replied That conclude things?

I believe so Thomium answered as the seat-belt chime sounded in the study To the main cabin?He motioned toward the door

Filing out of the study, Thomium had a suspicion form in his mind he hoped he wasn't right. As they were about to take their, Thomium stared at Narma for a second.

"You aren't carrying a weapon are you?" He inquired cautiously

"No your grace, just a few pencils and pens, plus a few bits of paper" Narma replied nonchalantly

"Hmm, remember we are representing our nation, blah, blah, blah, don't fuck it up" Thomium droned, annoyed he had to do it. "Hate to be known as those people that brought weapons."

[b]In the cockpit[/b]

The cockpit of a CR1930E was more appropriately named a flight deck, the pilot, four copilots (two were sleeping at anyone time) the communications operator, the security measures operator and the navigator.

The pilot nodded across to his co-pilot "You want to do the honors kiddo?"

He nodded, "Sure"

This is Flight Alpha-Delta-November-Sierra One Niner O, requesting to land at Gerard International Airport, we require a 5200ft clearance due to MLD. Do you receive?[hr][/hr]

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[align=center][i]History calls those men the greatest who have ennobled themselves by working for the common good; experience acclaims as happiest the man who has made the greatest number of people happy.[/i]

[b]- Marx, Letter to His Father (1837)[/b][/align]

[b]De Officium Pro Consuli Magni[/b] – Perhaps we should just act surprised at such laughable idiocy. Perhaps, when we turn on our televisions and watch with stunned fascination as a riotous mob of uneducated, stinking, troglodytes run around their rubber-stamp parliaments and politburo committees singing their tediously petty songs, and waiving their gaudy red banners in a show of euphoric collective thoughtlessness, we should simply take the moral high road and leave them be in their giddy state of ignorance. Perhaps, when our own beloved nation comes under fire by a semi-educated [i]”Professor”[/i] of Political Science for its staunch defense of oppressed Catholics who appealed for the protection of their Holy Church, we should simply take his uninformed criticism with sincere Christian spirit and turn the other cheek. Perhaps that would be the “[i]courteous[/i]” thing to do.

At least, that’s what Stasnov’s Premier, Nikolai Krastov, would prefer we do. Perhaps, if Chazicaria’s defenders focused their efforts less on fighting against the injustices of United Left imperialism and more on observing petty “[i]table manners[/i]” of diplomacy, we would earn the respect of these deplorable dictators. Perhaps then, as the United Left’s unwashed hordes of mindless thugs overran a bastion of respectable governance that neither provoked nor desired war, we could be remembered for our benevolent courtesy in the face of such barbarism. Perhaps then, as the very oligarchs of the United Left who would sacrifice the lives of their own people if it meant they could breathe just one last moment of life into the dying political menace of Communism finally stood victorious on the slain bodies of innocent Chazicarian men, women, and children, Astavia could be remembered for its polite and gracious diplomatic manners. Perhaps then the various voices of objection who [i]dared[/i] speak out against the torrent of unjustified declarations of war would be worthy of praise from Stasnov’s sorry excuse for an oligarch and other leaders in the United Left.

Sure it might be the “[i]proper[/i]” thing to observe all the niceties of diplomacy demanded by this impertinent “[i]leader[/i],” who has exemplified his own appreciation for such manners ironically by declaring war on a country without even so much as a shadow of a reason. But I won’t observe such courtesies. I won’t because I have a choice not to. I could choose not to get involved – to sit quietly and allow such injustice to go unanswered – but the good people of Chazicaria do not have such a luxury of choice as I. The people of the Chazicarian nation now face, on account of not fault of their own, a multitude of vile agents of tyranny who stand poised to destroy the very fabric of their civilization - every last shred of culture, faith, and dignity they hold dear. I could say nothing, but I could never live with myself afterword. Could you?

Ask any supporter of the United Left (that is, if you are so unlucky to encounter such a person deprived totally of moral reasoning), I encourage you, to explain their causes for taking up arms against a peaceful country. The scene that will unfold, as they drool and drone on about the "[i]glories[/i]" of the failed Communist experiment, is fascinating to listen to. You will literally feel like you are talking to the densest wall on the face of the earth as you try to explain to these incompetent barbarians, stuck so completely in their state of brainwashed delirium, that they cannot just topple every government that disagrees with them. “[i]We must liberate Chazicaria[/i]!” these deluded fools cry out with passionate fervor. From what exactly should “[i]the people[/i]” be liberated I ask? A government that supports their citizens’ freedom to choose their leader? A government that works to provide commendable conditions of individual economic and political prosperity? A government that believes that individuals should have the freedom to go about their lives without being constantly subject to left-wing propagandistic nonsense? Make no mistake, the question of “[i]why[/i]” this invasion began is one the whole rational world is not just pondering, but demanding a coherent and reasonable answer to. On what authority does the United Left believe it may topple the sovereign government of a stable, prosperous nation? On what authority can this gang of irresponsible warmongers determine which governments must be dismantled and which ones are allowed to remain? On what grounds can these incompetent dolts declare to the world that it must jump on board their global revolution at the drop of hat? Permit me to answer in their stead - none. [i]They. Have. None.[/i]

So in the absence of such authority they turn to the only source of legitimacy they have left – the supposed low standards of politics in the rest of the world. [i]“Look at all the terrible things everyone else is doing!”[/i] these hypocrites cry out. [i]“From what moral ground to they purport to tell us what we can and cannot do?”[/i] Perhaps, if our unenlightened enemies in the United Left had been more studious students of history, they could see the flaws inherent so obviously in their claims. [url=http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=311011&p=21658280&hilit=astavia#p21658280]Professor Artyom’s claims[/url] regarding Astavia’s operations in Belmia are laughably unfounded. The good Catholic people of Belmia, who have shared strong cultural and religious ties with the Pontifical Union for the vast majority of their history, have long been oppressed by the secular tyrants of the radically left-wing government of Auraliae. After the vile regime of President Watson took over the Auralian government, protests broke out across Belmia as concerned citizens voiced their legitimate concerns that their “[i]government[/i]” could no longer be trusted to protect the rights of Catholics in the state. These concerns soon proved legitimate as Auralian government forces killed Belmian civilians and enacted draconian measures to crush any dissent to the Moltrovis regime. In response, the righteous people of Belmia took up arms against their malevolent oppressor, claiming for themselves the right to be truly independent. Astavia, which had repeatedly been snubbed by the Auralians on calls to negotiate with the Belmians, took necessary steps to ensure President Watson could not reap murderous vengeance against those who spoke out in favor for independence. Since then, the Belmian people have voted in a free, independent referendum to enter the Holy Pontifical Union by their own volition. We are filled with joy to welcome these Catholic brethren in to our union with open arms, when for so long their previous rulers afforded them no such kindness. If such actions ruffle the feathers of Stasnov's academic "[i]elite[/i]," I suppose that is just an added bonus we can take pride in.

As for this “[i]Professor’s[/i]” claims about the state of religious and sexual freedoms in Astavia and other nations of the IFC, I dare say I’m not sure if we’re even talking about the same countries. In what world has our Pontifical Union sent leftists, non-Christians, and gays to prison? What evidence does this “[i]professor[/i]” have to substantiate his absurd and wholly unresearched claims? Surely a man in [i]respected[/i] academia would at least attempt to research such an outlandish insult before so publicly announcing it to the world? Perhaps I’m assuming too much. I suppose members of the United Left just hold their academic leaders to a significantly lower standard than the rest of the civilized world. It’s a shame really. For all the talk they drone on about “[i]enlightening others[/i],” they could frankly take a few of their own lessons to heart – if only they had one.

This half-witted coalition of leftist dictators and psychotic despots, despite their laughable stupidity in pursuing this fool's errand invasion, nonetheless are the gravest thread to international peace the world has witnessed in recent decades. Their aim of forcing the horrors of Communism on unwilling peoples, as strange and alien as such an aim may seem to the rest of the civilized world, is one they sadly intend to fight earnestly for. But mark me. These corrupt cretins shall never see the realization of this aim - this raving brand of complete insanity. Their disgusting and utterly condemnable efforts to forcibly subject the people of Chazicaria to tyranny will be dashed against the unbreakable rock of Justice’s righteous defenders. The United Left will watch in horror as their squabbling, incompetently led, second-rate militaries meet their final and utter annihilation on the fields and seas of the very nation they sought to conquer. Let every nation know the armies of Christ will decimate the hellish hosts of socialism, communism, and any other force on earth that seeks to chain, to butcher, and enslave the innocent. Fear is for the weak of heart - the soldier of an unrighteous cause. Fear is for the untold thousands of sorry and contemptible Communists who shall lie hewn and butchered on the field of battle - For at our hands, my fellow Astavians, they shall find out soon enough if there truly is an afterlife.

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[blocktext][size=85][box][b][color=#FF0000]convistlord[/color][/b] • [color=gray]1 hour ago[/color][/size]
[size=95]God dammit CU; don't assist the capitalist by even gracing them with our presense![/size]
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[box][b][color=#FF0000]fightnconvists[/color][/b] • [size=80][color=gray]2 hours ago[/color][/size]
[size=95]Down with Convism! You will fail all that will come to you![/size]
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[box][b][color=#FF0000]gabol22222222222222222221[/color][/b] • [size=80][color=gray]3 hours ago[/color][/size]
[size=95] Long live the peace and diplomacy; onward towards another great peace!
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