NationStates Jolt Archive

The transmission was audio only, with a static overlay and Leonard Choen's 'Everybody Knows' playing in the background.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, a moment of your time.
We are the Irregulars.
We are the men you sent off to fight in some gawdforsaken corner of this earth for some promise you couldn't be bothered to keep.
We are the men you sent to do the terrible, unspeakable things that you wanted doing but couldn't admit too.
We are the men sweated away our years and blood in some noisy factory, so that you could have a new wood table in your office.
We are thinkers and craftsmen who tinkered with the laws of physics so that your cars could go faster.
We are the disillusioned, disheartened, disaffected and just plain old desperate.
We are a nation of immigrants and vagrants, with no place we wanted to call home any more.
We are their wives, lovers, sons, daughters, family and friends.
And we don't beleave your lies anymore. All we ever wanted was a better world, a nicer world where the air didn't smell of fuel oil and you could speak your mind without fear of being ridiculed, arrested, lynched or shot. We wanted a world where we could dream, somewhere we were proud to call our own. We have been promised this world over and over again. Every election, every war, every new scientific breakthrough. We heard the excuses over and over again too, the ifs, the buts, and the maybes.
Well, someone once told me that if you want to do something right, you best do it yourself. So we are.
Myself, and a few million others who dared to think the world could be a better place, who got fed up with the same old excuses. Our new world, our finer world, starts here and now.

We are the irregulars, and we will accept you no matter your colour, creed or past. All you need is the desire to make this world a better place and the guts to see it done.

The nation of Kucia welcomes you into the international community. We, too, would like to see the world become a better place.

He was a tall man who would not look out of place in a cowboy movie with his dusty longcoat and broadbrimmed hat. However seeing as how he was not infact in a cowboy movie but was actually stood on the side of a disused oilrig, watching the horizon, he did look a little uneasy. This was mostly due to the fact that he had just declared the independance of over five million people a quarter of an hour earlier.
A man dressed in jeans and curry stained t-shirt walked out of a nearby office with a bit of paper in his hand. "Well Jack, we got our first offical contact."
"Lets have a looksee then."
A piece of paper was passed between the two men. It read:
The nation of Kucia welcomes you into the international community. We, too, would like to see the world become a better place.
The cowboy turned to his friend. "Well, I am impressed by the lack of 'sincerely', or 'formaly', or anything like that. How about a reply to the effect of 'Nice to meet you too. It is nice to know that you also wish to improve and better our lot. How exactly are you going about this?'?"
The curry eater grinned. "I take it we are leaving the exact wording to the guy at the telegraph desk?"
"Have it phrased by shakespear if you can find him. Oh, and tell the guys in comms that anything they receive that contains 'sincerly', 'formaly', 'dearly', 'honestly', or anything like that in the first sentance can probably be safely filed under 'hogwash' in the circular file under the desk."
"I will get them a very large circular file then."
"Good good. God speed, and good luck."
"We are all going to need it."
"Yup."

After recieving the message, the Commitee for Diplomacy quickly drafted a response.
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The Unified Council is currently trying to reverse all the problems caused by the previous sessions of it, most notably widespread unemployment and economic hardship. It is also trying to promote peace and freedom abroad by whatever means it can.

If you would like to exchange embassies or a diplomatic mission of some sort with the Free Land of Kucia, then you are more than welcome to.

The cowboy turned and walked back into the office
"So, do we know what Kucia is looking for yet? We desperately need friends people, before someone starts showing up looking for all the millitary hardware and other stuff we defected with over the years. After all, we just told them where it all was."
"Jack, this is what we got from them last."
The Unified Council is currently trying to reverse all the problems caused by the previous sessions of it, most notably widespread unemployment and economic hardship. It is also trying to promote peace and freedom abroad by whatever means it can.

If you would like to exchange embassies or a diplomatic mission of some sort with the Free Land of Kucia, then you are more than welcome to.
Jack folded the piece of paper slowly and put in on the desk. "You surely know what this means, don't you folks?"
The guy with the curry stained t-shirt nodded forlornly.
"It means we can't do a gawdamned thing to help. We are a nation of turncoats and traitors. Other peoples dirty laundry we got in spades. Military secrets, corporate espionage, cutting edge technology we can do. Hell, we ran away with trainloads of that. The faintest idea how sort an economy out, that we ain't got."
"Shall we send a trade mission anyhow?"
"May as well, hey, I allways thought diplomatic immunity was as good a way of getting off speeding tickets as any."
"You know Jack, we are going to have the same problems as them, probably real soon too."
"All the more reason to get that misson under way then, eh?"

Birthing a Nation

:shock:

Sheesh, if childbirth is anything to go by, then that's gotta hurt!!

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