Posts from Actaea

The country has its priorities. Spirituality is very important, but it is not the most important thing.

Is the industry more important?

People are more important.

Recently, Great Quazard has been feeling unwell: old wounds and age were taking their toll. It started with unexpected back pain and ended with tingling in his chest. While the dictator was bedridden for an indefinite period, power in Quasardastan passed to Richard Lazenheidge.
The quick-witted assistant didn't deem it necessary to inform the ailing dictator about the invitation to the summit, so he headed there himself, receiving all the necessary authority. Ultimately, Quazard would never have agreed to leave the Temple for such an occasion.
"Move it, you damn idiots!" Richard shouted at the bulky, broad-shouldered guards in full combat gear, hurrying along the runway on the roof of the building towards the helicopter (or plane) waiting for him. The militants didn't like Quazard's assistant, but they didn't dare disobey his orders. "Let's go," the assistant ordered the pilot, trying not to show how unpleasant, disgusting, difficult, and frightening it was for him to endure flights, especially long ones. But there was no choice; Richard had a difficult speech ahead of him, not only on behalf of the dictator but also in the interests of Quasardastan's corporations, and he was not going to be late for the upcoming summit. "What the hell is this Federated Republic?" he wondered. "They've completely lost it. I hope we can agree to continue our cooperation. I hope so."

People matter more.

Following new legislation in Arkondia, the Holy Office of the Inquisition is the highest court in the land.

Ah, of course, how could I forget.

Aretz, to be serious, there's nothing inherently bad about private enterprise in the space industry. Perhaps there's a chance of increased corruption, but that's the only downside.

You don't understand, Ple-Sen. You will never be able to understand.

Due to certain circumstances, four states were not invited to join the SBA. With the consent of the participating countries, they will be able to obtain membership at future summits.

The representative of the Mushrooms still came. It was a man with an unkempt beard, a greenish face, and an eyepatch. He was also half-naked.
-- Ha-ha-ha! You thought you could just get rid of us? -- the man sat down at the negotiating table. -- And why isn't my voting remote working? What's going on?

Cop, I think there was security there. No, of course, I admit the possibility that all sorts of random people could get through to the summit without any problems, but...

with a greenish face

We knew that the legendary Green Face existed, and its time had come!

I imagined this situation, and for some reason, I was reminded of the Russian delegation at the PACE.

Cop, I think there was security there.

Even crossing the border wouldn't have been possible. Usually, I attribute such things to "history textbooks," but in this case, it would be more logical to attribute it to hallucinations.

Among the assembled or the green face?

Cop, I think there was security there. No, of course, I admit the possibility that all sorts of random people could easily get to the summit, but...

If I understand correctly, not invited to join =/= not invited to attend. That is, in such organizations, there are usually representatives from other countries who are simply denied the right to vote and any other rights. Another question is, no one in their right mind would show up there if they are not respected and not expected, but...

I imagined this situation and for some reason I remembered the Russian delegation at PACE.

Indeed.

Among those gathered

It would certainly be quite original and lively, but no.