(Background)
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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.”
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Of Cabbages, Kings, and Sovereignty Divine
(I.e., Can anyone tell me what's the collective noun for an unknown quantity of extremely tied-up and confused Ausitorian Empires?)
Wherefore the fleet-footed ships? Wherefore the waxing seal of majesty's divine rights? Wherefore the bag-laden cabs of borderless immigration? Wherefore the hottest mermaids from o'er the seas? Wherefore the sinful angels a-flight?
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A request for International input relating to the hottest international legal issue:
Do Aestorians have to wear clothes?
And follow up:
Who in God’s name are these decadent Aestorians anyway?
And, inevitably:
How many Empires are they trying to run now?
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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things. Of shoes and ships and sealing-wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.”
***
Of Cabbages, Kings, and Sovereignty Divine
(I.e., Can anyone tell me what's the collective noun for an unknown quantity of extremely tied-up and confused Ausitorian Empires?)
Wherefore the fleet-footed ships? Wherefore the waxing seal of majesty's divine rights? Wherefore the bag-laden cabs of borderless immigration? Wherefore the hottest mermaids from o'er the seas? Wherefore the sinful angels a-flight?
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A request for International input relating to the hottest international legal issue:
Do Aestorians have to wear clothes?
And follow up:
Who in God’s name are these decadent Aestorians anyway?
And, inevitably:
How many Empires are they trying to run now?
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Pax Prosperitas - Gloria in Maere
By Order of Their Imperial Majesty's Government
From: The Whittan Office, The Aestorian Commonwealth
To: International Royal & Imperial Houses
Encryption: Publicly Announced
Your Imperial Majesties, Majesties, dispensers of Imperial Governments, &c.
The Aestorian Commonwealth, which many of you know as the Ausitorian Empire, is more accurately and technically the Librarian and Ausitorian and Apraecian Empires, the Chattakang Alliance and United Empire, and thereby includes 2-4 further Empires and 1 Imperial Caliphate; the whole also in functional governmental union with 2 Regional Governments, 1 International Trade Zone, 3 Single Market - Supranational Confederacies & Alliances, and being partly run by a further government.
We wish to formalize the Confederated Commonwealths, Empires, & Associations, of which multiple organizations and persons function at an Imperial rank, under a single title of a rank above Emperor. This is necessary as there is currently considerable legal uncertainty over whether the Chattakang Empires can owe allegiance to the Ausitorian Emperor or indeed the Aestorian Commonwealth, an issue which is rendering it difficult for the Supreme Court to rule on the right to express sexuality.
We would therefore like to inquire into whether there is any consensus for titles above Imperial Majesty/Serene Maharajah/other equivalents. We have rejected, for reasons of politic, "Despot", "Dictator", or "Tyrant"; and we would also prefer to avoid religious connotations. We wonder whether the WA title "Delegate", or variations on it, perhaps “Hereditary Delegate” or “Heritdelegate”, might be rendered at such a rank.
We would also like to inquire into whether the elevation of the Commonwealth to such a rank would meet with approval by other Imperial Houses and Governments. It should be noted that the intention is to leave the throne permanently vacant and managed by Regents/Viceroys of the rank of Emperor.
I have the honour to remain,
RHT= P v7-3
His Serene Maharaja=Anax=Inquisitor, Pope=President=Princips=Palatine=Patriarch Richard VII "Hajim-Rik" Terforton=Pirnzak,
Whittan Secretary and Foreign Secretary, the Aestorian Commonwealth; (Acting) Delegate & Prime Minister of the Panessos Senate
&c, &c.
acting for
The Outer Commonwealth, &c.
OOC PG-13 Warning:
Please note the central section of this post is probably PG-13. While there are no scenes per se, since the current Federation is in grave danger of falling to pieces over differences in opinion about reasonable public behaviour (due to the inevitable development of this blind-spot) mature public behaviour is discussed, although with a minimum of detail, from a legal, government, and sociological perspective. Further, since Ausitorian Lawyers like wordplay to make their reading less irredeemably boring, there is some mild innuendo.
However there is no violence, unless you count the head-splitting complexity of the Ausitorian government’s judicial systems. (Although if you do count that, this should be X-rated as “completely unsuitable for anyone without tertiary education or equivalent”).
Viewer caution is advised.
Please note the central section of this post is probably PG-13. While there are no scenes per se, since the current Federation is in grave danger of falling to pieces over differences in opinion about reasonable public behaviour (due to the inevitable development of this blind-spot) mature public behaviour is discussed, although with a minimum of detail, from a legal, government, and sociological perspective. Further, since Ausitorian Lawyers like wordplay to make their reading less irredeemably boring, there is some mild innuendo.
However there is no violence, unless you count the head-splitting complexity of the Ausitorian government’s judicial systems. (Although if you do count that, this should be X-rated as “completely unsuitable for anyone without tertiary education or equivalent”).
Viewer caution is advised.
New Whittington
New Emirate
The Caliphate of the Seven Emirates
The Chattakang Commonwealth
Panessos
“...On the twelth day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
twelve inner states, eleven going out, ten percent migrants, nine final courts, eight layers of gov’rnment, seven heads of state, six jurisdictions, five space-based rings;
four trading blocks, three common markets, two diverging regions, and a country which is non-unit’ry…”
twelve inner states, eleven going out, ten percent migrants, nine final courts, eight layers of gov’rnment, seven heads of state, six jurisdictions, five space-based rings;
four trading blocks, three common markets, two diverging regions, and a country which is non-unit’ry…”
His Serene Maharaja=Anax=Inquisitor, Pope=President=Princips=Palatine=Patriarch Richard VII "Hajim-Rik" Terforton=Pirnzak, Whittan Secretary and Foreign Secretary, the Aestorian Commonwealth; (Acting) Delegate & Prime Minister of the Panessos Senate, &c, &c., smiled ruefully from the ornate glass wall at the strains of carolers who were singing in the busy boulevard below. In the tropical city of the straights, the temperature had plunged to the shocking lows of 9 degrees Celsius, and one might have hoped that this would have put a stop to all the nudist controversy. And so it had, strictly speaking, for everyone was wearing clothes to keep warm - immodest clothes perhaps, but clothes nonetheless. But that did not suffice to stop them singing about it.
And they had a point. Who would have thought it would be on the trivial issue of nudity and sexuality where the Commonwealth would finally face the prospect of a catastrophic split? Nowadays international trade was in questionable fashion, gender politics and religion continuing their long-running skirmish, immigration was running so high and putting such a strain on services and job creation that even the liberals where looking forward to it declining in a few years when most of the landless refugees and leftover slaves had been hoovered out of the backstreets of the world where they had been so callously left to rot… but was this the straw that broke Ausitoria’s back?
“Why didn’t we see this coming?” he asked the party chairman behind him. With hindsight, it had all been obvious: it was the only thing in the liberal agenda “let nothing be forbidden if you cannot think why” that nobody had thought about, that nobody had planned for, that nobody had thought to map out the pitfalls and lay out a safe road through the minefield. And now it was the biggest domestic crisis since hyperinflation; thank god it didn’t (yet) spill over into economics.
“Well, it’s this new generation,” replied the Chairman. “They’re even more ostentatiously liberal than we are! Those bloody Edenists! I don’t care what they do in the privacy of their bedrooms, but only the other day…”
“Yes, they can seem a bit provocative,” cut in the Foreign Secretary, who, like many great thinkers, thought of sexuality as a distraction for the weak-willed - trivial fun, yes, and trivial fun was justifiable, as the white rabbit made eminently clear in the archetypal Ausitorian play “The Importance of Trivia”, but it was also definitely a distraction. And the Commonwealth was led by great thinkers, i.e., people of very much a similar type, even if outwardly diverse, i.e., they were not inclined to get involved in anything they didn't think to be important. Hence they were all in this mess, and this very city, a city which had been mostly glorious sketches in an architect's notebook a mere five giddy years ago, was in danger of finding itself on the wrong side of some irritating jurisdictional border. And the jurisdictional border of one day is an international border the next, and that simply would not do; what would the shareholders in the international companies think?
Here, the localists were ever present: go past the modern, shiny veneer of the futuristic skyscrapers; and you saw the jumbled sloped rooves, and heard the local dialects. Go past the international food outlets and you saw the street food; pineapple buns, duck tongues, glutinous rice-balls (and the Foreign Secretary was very partial to them all). The old-fashioned junks, the new-fangled junks were on the water, the airships and the tethered billboards shared the sky overhead; the cacophany and fusion of music was all around. This was the modern Commonwealth: the slow, creeping merger of the imperial nobility of first-world Ausitoria with the confused buzz of Chattakang and the rest of the world. But while in five years you might start the process of welding nations together, it was not long enough to complete it, and it was certainly not long enough for the conservative reactionaries who called liberalism ‘decadent” to get used to it. They saw sexuality as a distraction too, which meant there was some common ground with the Ausitorian elite, but they could not get over it, which meant that there might not be enough. And the dividing line here between liberals and conservatives was just around the city outskirts, and the Foreign Secretary’s mind was suddenly filled with dystopian visions of border walls running around the edge of the shining city and bleak barren mountain ranges around. Or perhaps it would be a crumbling city inside and some monstrous fascist dictatorship gathering hordes on the outside. Either way, it was a terrible vision for everyone on either side of the wall. He turned back to the chairman.
“Anyway, can you think of any other unexpected “decadent” things we might do which could worsen the divisions?” he asked, turning around and walking over to the ornate table.
“Invading more foreign countries?”
The Foreign Secretary winced, still remembering Ausitoria’s streak of take-everything-to-the-brink-to-try-to-make-the-world-better initiatives, and then recovered. “Yes, we already know that one is a problem area, so we’re more restrained these days. And we also know there’s rising discontent from the rising cost of living due to the immigration, and we all know that’ll tail off by next election. And then we’re all generally unpopular for globalization putting the poor idiot out of work, so we’re focusing on career development. But what I want to know is, what’s the next dividing line going to be?”
“God?”
“Oh god no, heaven forbid,” replied the Foreign Secretary, with a slight irony, and then he reached down and made a note in his notebook. “I suppose it’s possible, all these religious conservatives about. I shall have to consult with reference to New Edom. If you want the advice of a religious nation with its nonexistent knickers in a twist there’s none finer. Anything else?”
“Making undemocratic decisions?”
“Urgh. Yes, we elites know best. I suppose you’re thinking of the latest cryptochain internet democracy ideas seeping in, and there’s always the danger of some unexpected revolution.” He sat down and scribbled a few notes. “Anything else?”
“...can’t think of anything, sorry…” said the chairman.
“Well, keep asking around here for me,” replied the turqoise secretary, nodding. “Bah humbug, expect the unexpected,” he added, more to himself than the experienced chairman sitting on the other side of the desk. “It’s difficult enough to predict the probable. What a tangled web we weave. How much further can we go on like this?”
“Well, if we can share the wealth, with incomes rising forever, to decadence, and beyond?” asked the party chairman, understanding perfectly.
“Yes we can. To decadence and beyond,” replied the Foreign Secretary, raising his cocktail and sipping with a wry, furtive, smile.
“Although at this rate it might take us some time to get there…” he added, making for the door.