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“All men reach and fall…
… And Fall.”
-Ptolemy of Egypt
On the patch of every Stratego uniform there is a crest which depicts a Phoenix rising from the ashes.
The only other political body which also wears this insignia is the personal cabinet of the Consular elect — now wishing to be recognized as President-Emperor… This icon keeps the Stratego bonded closely with the Executive body politic, shifting roles into Empire once again–as we, man, ‘inevitably’ do–it seems… No longer will we be enslaved to the wiles of insipid bureaucrats and impotent career politicians; faith would be held in the iconography of the ‘Phoenix,’ trusting that in her wisdom she shall watch over her children, cloaking them graciously in the radiance of her wing.
Okay–maybe. That’s the idea you’re supposed to get, anyhow, from the posters. The quickly thrown together commercial was equally thrown together as the ‘Republic,’ and the world was quickly morphing into the ‘Empire’ it always secretly seemed it wanted to be. No one is quite sure when it exactly happened. These ‘Phoenix borne’ as they call their administration (without Frosty necessarily condemning or condoning it, he was technically in the brotherhood of the Phoenix), now push forward the kind of propaganda which older generations of the past had seen before, images only differing in name, brothers, with inserting a new name for them, brothers killed and brothers survived at arms, and all only for an investment into an ‘appearance of’ change–as regimes shifted hands. As the representatives of the people fight for stability, they also seek extraneous glory, when elected. Nothing new here. They are seeking out a sense of beauty cast in bronze, the Platonic ‘baser’ metal, they have bronze souls, and for the image it reflects of themselves—a thin layer of gold coating, perhaps, an aluminum foil over cold iron, which is a small cost for its affect over the host’s guests, or whatever audience, as a symbol of the heights of sort in mastery of deception, and the wicked public arts… Guests: who are constantly reminded by that doing well tonight, within their own personal performances, may make their life quite a leap better–at least for their bank accounts–but don’t they also immediately place you on the defensive, as a tactic in power dynamics, as if by default?
To the Stratego these flatteries must be stoically ignored, it impedes in the negotiating process, with synthetic favors, meant only for leveraging.
But for almost everyone else it was true, you had better believe the message is understood, and having every bit of its intended effect unwanted, Frosty would cast the salesman out with analysis, searching out the logical fallacies in short-sighted elements of their plan. They see that he who flies straight with the ‘Phoenix formation,’ so to speak, flies well… and he who does not fly in formation, is quickly spotted out, by old owls, in the establishment, haunting every hierarchy.
Quoted, -‘Wikipedia 2016’
****Casement was a British consul in the early 20th century who was sent to investigate the exploitation of labor and to report back for the Peruvian government’s review of his findings. What came back shocked the world.****
****The Native American laborers were treated beyond brutally, and Sir Roger Casement was to die remembered by posterity as a renowned human rights campaigner for exposing this.****
****You see, this location was a large source of rubber once, back when that industry was more important. It was an economic asset. Casement uncovered the inhuman treatment, and was essentially silenced, even hanged, for what came to be known as “the evil black diary.”****
[When the Roman Republic was founded
… in 509 BC, the Roman people were
divided into a total of thirty curiae. The curiae were organized on
the basis of the family, and thus the ethnic structure of early Rome.
Each curia even had its own festivals, gods, and religious rites…
While the plebeians each belonged to a particular curia, only
patricians could actually vote in the Curiate Assembly.”
The office of the ‘aedilis’
… was generally held by young men intending to
follow the cursus honorum
to high political office, traditionally
after their quaestorship but before their praetorship. It was not a
compulsory part of the cursus, and hence a former quaestor could be
elected to the praetorship without having held the position of aedile.
However, it was an advantageous position to hold because it
demonstrated the aspiring politician’s commitment to public service,
as well as giving him the opportunity to hold public festivals and
games, an excellent way to increase his name recognition and
Powers of the office (“Aedile”):
Cicero (Legg. iii. 3, 7) divides these functions under three heads:
(1) Care of the city: … the care of public
morals generally, including the prevention of foreign superstitions.
They also punished those who had too large a share of the ager
publicus, or kept too many cattle on the state pastures.
(2) Care of provisions: …
(3) Care of the games: superintendence and organization of the public
games, as well as of those given by themselves and private individuals
(e.g. at funerals) at their own expense. Ambitious persons often spent
enormous sums in this manner to win the popular favor with a view to
… and Fall of the Roman Republic. After 27 BC
“Although the Plebeian Council survived the fall of the Roman
Republic, it quickly lost its legislative, judicial and electoral
powers to the senate.
The Plebeian Council disappeared shortly after the reign of Tiberius… By virtue of their status as perpetual tribunes,
both Julius Caesar and the Emperor Augustus always had absolute
control over the Plebeian Council.
Augustus took for
himself its powers over various religious duties.
By stripping it of
its powers over temples, Augustus effectively destroyed the office, by
taking from it its original function.
After this point, few people
were willing to hold such a powerless office, and Augustus was even
known to compel individuals
into holding the office.
Frosty: “D you know where we, financially speaking, are holding our strongest attention?”
“Hmm, do you mean like on military spending?”
“Well, yes, sort of. Just, everything, what we direction we are most committed into going?” The UE State had made most of its money by amassing a fleet with which to defend itself against the ‘Utopiaoid Moon Colony,’ who had now become the ‘Asteroid Colony’ (according latest intel. reports). Now nobody wants endless fleets of medium flying ship fighters and jets. In the outer cities where things hit their bottom, things also started connecting again. Gears start turning that had stopped, and things seemed to have begun to re-organize.
Now this arsenal of fighter-ships are hoarded in voluminous garages; thousands of pilots are trained and at the ready, with no real expectations of challenging conflict. Most of them are used in military incursions now, not piloting their aircraft. They are kept sharp, dutifully, some of them come by the airfields and keep up practice, but hardly any of them have seen aerial combat, there was only one period where their was any of that going on, and that was just at the primary point of confusion, at the Asteroid and Moon Colony disappreaing, and so only the older pilots actually saw any real combat with the airships—a few veterans, maybe a handful. Most of the culture enjoys fine-dining and luxurious parties, having heard no sign for years by the colony, and assuming their attentions were to just pick up and leave after all. Although this is a sign of wealth within a civilization, the partying it can also be a signaling of disease, for saboteurs it’s an entry point, and general paranoia ensues because of this. Charming, infiltrating, people are just so clever, and no matter where you go you’ll find some, grinning their way into some angle.
Frosty lectured, and his vast education became very obvious to the young security officer. Flying down to the sublevels of Adobe Tower, the pair found a brief moment of pause at some congestion leading into a shipping bay that was unconnected to the tower. Much of the storage areas of the UE military were located off-site, amongst the clutter of the villages below. At a traffic stop, the two men in the transport pod wait to be cleared by a security tunnel leading into the large storage bays. There was a refreshment cart making its way toward them—it might be quite a long wait. The two men settled in, getting comfortable. The conversation had died down a minute. Frosty pulled out some plans, concerning …
“And if you see them in this negative light, why do you work for their benefit, sir—If I may speak freely.”
“Of course!“ … “I hardly allow the Empire to decide what I believe to be genuine, nor what advice ill to impart on my friends. No, nothing is ever changed, nor improved, that way.”
“That hardly sounds like something a Stratego would be sanctioned to say…”?
“…Well I see the ‘Empire’ more as a sort of symbol, than anything else. Essentially, they are but over-glorified office employess, their buildings mere office complexes; some are military storage units, composing a vast majority of the cubic area of the entire citadel in mere storage containers, and unusable flight ships. No, I see these towers as a symbol—a reminder—of what an enormity of a task it would be to scale them… to reinvent the wheel, to raise one’s lot in this life to think you can compete on ‘that’ level. I thinks to suppress the persons who live around here, themselves, on a psychological level, and to undermine them in other ways as well…”
“Very true. You are an earnest man, Gordon.”
The Transport Officer is intrigued by the passionate detailing of recent history, the stratego, this man, was more than he had expected, and wasn’t the official kind of man he had prepared for. He felt that he could speak quite freely with Frosty. “How unfortunate it is, that the mentality of those in power has not necessarily grown alongside it, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah! Yes, I can agree with you there.” …
***Into his…he says: “The thirty curiae of the Ancient Roman Republic”
and he continues speaking, without breaking his flow…
One of Gordon’s bookmarked quotes transitioned into view:
“Of this round World, whose first convex divides
The luminous inferior Orbs, enclos’d [ 420 ]
From Chaos and th’ inroad of Darkness old,
… a Globe farr off
It seem’d, now seems a boundless Continent
Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of Night
Starless expos’d, and ever-threatning storms [ 425 ]
Of Chaos blustring round, inclement skie;”
-Book III, ‘Paradise Lost’ by John Milton.
****This black diary was important for the ridiculous scandal which brought focus to it, on the possibility of forgery. The real joke, however, if not outright travesty, was the entire controversy pinged on the dairy’s egregiously obvious indication that the writer was a homosexual. Casement was hanged in Ireland, charged and confirmed prematurely as a bonafide homosexual.****
****But it was proven a forgery, in court, later on. He died in complete shambles, goes out in utter shame, his reputation is shattered after the contents of this extraordinarily explicit descriptions within the black diary. In what is now called “the Normand Theory” a recount of the****
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