ROMA Volume I - COMPENDIUM - [The Spoils of A General] by Samuel Kebede - The Roman Memoir - HTML preview

Chapter 31 - Instruction over command

I have abandoned conservatism. When our party lost in the last election to labor, I ran to be a Tory. Down with the King, or not down with the king, I refuse to get down and dance, I am not fit as I was, I require health insurance. I do not like crowded spaces. The labour party, before they could gouge the last bit of effort we want to exert shaping our government, they think if they send us away, we will stay quiet, and out of sight. We refuse. I am the hand of David that has torn the robe of Saul while he was sleeping intoxicated. I am the sum that will amount to much in the future. Conservatives have let us down for the final time. I hear the Prime minister was worshipping cows, while the other labour party minister was knee deep in pickpocketing hookers for their hard earned money. The liberator has taken the pound, literally from illegal trading of the citizens, and used it for funding his party. Which is worse? A person who honors his ancestors by practicing his religion in private, or one that boldly cooperates with criminals, as 77

long as his whole party is accommodated for? Neither of them. The King, as the head of the state and church, has the right to punish and enslave, well awfully, he is doing neither.

As a Tory, I plan to focus on aspects where we as a party will be strong. As an ally in a far off country, I will not criticize what we have much more than I will find solutions to fix it.

The far right man has a good education background. The other hard working gentleman is too wicked. We fix our problems by waging war. I recommend we go to war with France and Russia.

As a country, we are going to believe our armed forces are capable of taking on Macron, on the ground, where it is completely impossible. Great Britain is great on the waters, where there are cannons aboard vessels. We must wage war against Putin, because as a Federalist leader, he is failing to work in Russia. He is too French in nature, loving everyone in sight embodying the Scottish Unicorn. There are no jobs, because he is cozying up with Macron. We will be left with no power, and citizens to govern lest they stop their war for another year. The war in Ukraine is over. The war in Gaza is over. These countries, Ukraine and Gaza, do not allow same-sex marriages in their country. Neither does Israel, China, India or Pakistan. Under the fragile desolation of the frigid government in the west, there are no opponents that will not be gunning for us English speakers. Beyond the Jordan river, far off in Israel, lies a strong army. In Judea, while we bear the banner of our fathers, and hoist the Lion, there are no wars left, lest we start one with our enemies instead of our sons and daughters in the United States.