Beth Gellert
29-04-2005, 06:34
In the Commonwealth there are arguably two economies: local and national.
The vast majority of Beddgelens live in what they call pantisocratic phalansteries, which are communities from several hundred to around three thousand people practicing local direct democracy, community of goods, communal education of children, and having a professional union. They tend to specialise in one primary industrial or agricultural pursuit in which many residents are engaged on the phalanstery's grounds. A few will pursue minority industries or their own personal ambitions, which may well be artistic. The phalansteries are subject to competition -usually within the Commonwealth- though some choose to offer specialty goods for export, usually in exchange for foreign specialities desired by the community. Struggling phalansteries can get help from the Commonwealth through their union, senate, and soviet connections: this is thought of largely as insurance against unforseen disasters that can cripple what are essentially small and often pioneering businesses, and does not mean that inefficient phalansteries are subsidised indefinitely. Phalansteric businesses are -as the name implies- pantisocratic, meaning democratic, which is manifest in their lack of individual management or absentee ownership.
Another resident minority will work outside the phalanstery in the cities. These are the shells of pre-revolutionary hubs now given over to very heavy industry, hyper-expensive high-technology, higher learning, and regional defence.
In the cities, the national economy is at work. The great universities are important to this, having branches associated with not only economic theory but practice as well. They really take part in the economic management of the nation. The generously termed government, such as it is, places orders with phalansteric industries as projects come along, but must always keep the Commonwealth alive on an international stage. All the unions, senates, and soviets of the Beth Gellert work to keep heavy and complex industry alive by international trade with other progressive economies and by directing city workers to the construction of heavy military equipment to protect the international revolution. City workers draw state wages -with have minimum and maximum rates- paid for by fees from Commonwealth phalansteries (taxes, essentially).
Few if any comrades ever draw the maximum wage, even if it is available to their post: nobody can draw a maximum wage from the Commonwealth and then live separate from it, and so there is a culture of avoidance in taking more than one deserves rather than to do so and face one's comrades every day. As there are no super-rich in the Commonwealth, so there are none below the poverty line. That is save for a few who choose to follow alternative theories, be they primitive or radical and without popular support: even these few comrades are offered basic state aid and quite often the privately organised aid of phalansteric communities in the unlikely event of their desiring it.
There are some hardships, with some communes being less profitable than others, perhaps because their residents have chosen to engage in economically unsound industrial pursuits (and the economic advice of scholars is freely available to registered Commonwealth member communities), but that is life, and in few places has it such support and tollerance as in the Igovian Soviet Commonwealth...
...One need look only a few decades back in history or a few miles over borders to see a different world in India.
Ranchi, today, is capital of Jharkhand, and once was the summer capital of the British in Bihar. After independence, Bihar had become a frequent target for the aggression of the Beddgelen principality that was, in the Cold War (if you listen to modern Igovians) attempting either: to impress the Quinntonians by some sort of protestant crusade, to prevent Russian or Chinese influence taking hold, or simply to give the Prince stories to tell in Roycelandian company. These Beddgelen forays extended also into West Bengal, doing little to help either of the victimised states either to develop their economies or to warm on modern religion, capitalism, or this new wonder that passed for democracy.
The Prince's expeditions never stuck, and Beth Gellert came to use the puny states as a means by which to sharpen her teeth, skirmishing and bombing as if the South Africa of the Indian sub-continent. The designs of such modern military icons as the Springer fighter-bomber orignate during these years.
But for a generation, Beddgelens have lived without their Prince, having cast him off by force of the arms he used so freely against their fellow Indians. Their economy had only continued to prosper in their superior position and with all of their advantages, while Jharkhand and West Bengal housed tens of millions in abject poverty, their lives hardly bettered by the discovery of electricty, let alone the tide of recent revolution and emancipation.
At long last were the rumblings of progress rising to thunder in the north, perhaps rolling down from the mountains of Kanendru if they would not seep up through the once rival south.
In fact, these states had seen Soviet agitation at least so early as the first seven states of the Commonwealth, perhaps earlier in real strength thanks to the reactionary pressure laid-on by the Prince's minions. It was only now that the would have a chance to receive power, the masses excited by Igovian talk of a council of the communards in which they might so easily become suddenly equal partners.
The Igovian Soviet Commonwealth of Beth Gellert
The streets and alleys of the cities, fields and forests of the country, and halls and courtyards hissed with the same talk of war. Gas, gas from the Roiks? War with worst and best of western autocrats? Crusades against the Commonwealth? Crusades against Asia?
The Igovian People's Soviet Defence Forces were less than one and a half million strong, their Auxiliaries added hardly a third of a million more to that. The French could match that for a short time if they took to total war, the Roiks could do more. The Commonwealth wasn't established to fight external powers in a sustained way, the revolution wasn't safe. It wasn't safe at home like it wasn't safe abroad. Look, now! The Soviets clamour our support in nextdoor Jharkhand! Cry brotherhood in West Bengal! We can do nothing with not two million men in almost two hundred times that! No one will help the revolution if our Army is already out-numberedby reactionaries... "We may have the arms of weak and harmless civilians, but we have the means and spirit of a Soviet!" Cried one comrade, a young lady librarian at a Porthmadog college as a movement recalling the revolution of the 80s took hold in the Commonwealth.
From Galle to Raipur, hundreds of thousands of comrades -members of unions and regulars at senates; workers, speakers, and voters but still reliant on the Army- raised up their fists in remembered indignation, enthused like not in twenty years by the course of revolutionary thinking and action and by rightist offence and menace. Dusty weapons lockers were broke-open, warehouse interiors given to light for thr first time in years, pits were re-opened and buried arms uprooted, and workshops banged and screeched back into life as the Igovian masses revived their true Soviets.
Once was the time that forty percent of Commonwealth members were in arms, then against the government. From Lee-Enfield rifles and Vickers light-machineguns left by the British to AK-47s and RPG-7s supplied by the Russians, millions of weapons were within reach of the people, and new parts and munitions already trickled from the workshops of ten thousand communes commited to the movement.
The Army was the last garment of statehood, the Army was unable to meet the people's demands, the Army was apart from the people, and the military's soviets a law unto themselves... no more! Even the legally impartial Chief Consul -comrade Chivo- could be seen embracing his comrades and clutching a Sten gun.
For hours there was anticipation and an untouchable delay as the governments of West Bengal and Jharkhand waited, their security forces exchanging fire with local sovietists, as they hoped for a counter-movement by the established Beddgelen military that might insulate them from the Igovian crisis.
Eventually, comrade Admiral Katerina Ivolgin appeared in Salvador to announce that the regular soviets were with the popular soviets: there would be no counter action. The future held radical change for the Commonwealth military. There was nothing to save the corrupt governments of Jharkhand and West Bengal.
At 2:04 in the afternoon following the gassing of Soviet Marines, Calcutta declared a soviet commune in West Bengal and officially applied to the council of the communards for inclusion in the Igovian Soviet Commonwealth. Forty-nine minutes later, a similar announcement came from Ranchi, and Jharkhand became the Commonwealth's ninth state.
Almost four hundred and ten million comrades -over six percent of the earth's population- had embraced the world commune, which now faced the long-shirked task of hauling the masses of Jharkhand and Bengal from the filth of neglect and oppression, people who in perhaps the most resource-rich part of India lived on fewer rupees per household than did a single average person even in the Punjab.
(OOC: This is a belated move to cover-up Hindustan's shifting of his borders, which were not finally set until recently. The shifting around put West Bengal and Jharkhand in BG, but I felt inclined to write something about it rather than just slap them in. This way they're adopted as poverty-stricken and over-crowded rather than just used to boost the wealthy Commonwealth out of hand as soon as a war starts. It also seemed like a good time to start the long-brewing popular move against a military seperate from the people at large, though this issue won't be fully resolved for some time... presumably not until resolution of the growing south Pacific conflict.
For a moment it looked like civil war, but the military soviets sided with the people, and Beddgelen officers with ambitions on power or conquest (in India or other people's empires) were left out in the cold along with the corrupt governments of WB and J.
The situation thus far is of a typically confusing mass mobilisation, apparently without orchestration by any authority, bringing millions of Beddgelens out with arms, and a seperate escalation of long-standing (decades old) leftist opposition to the independent governments of the two mentioned Indian states, which couldn't join leftist Hindustan or rightist BG after independence in 1947 because of rightist authorities being offset by leftist opposition... only since the Indian right (principality BG) fell has it been clear which way (left or right) they'd eventually go. It happens that BG's more extravert nature (well, Hindustan's OOC decision!) has brought them to the commune we've sought to establish, rather than to Hindustan.
Mostly, changes are in effect in words rather than practice, at the moment, and nothing has visibly changed in West Bengal or Jharkhand.
I'm just relieved to finally be able to draw borders on my map-of-India and know that they're not about to change by OOC decision :) )
The vast majority of Beddgelens live in what they call pantisocratic phalansteries, which are communities from several hundred to around three thousand people practicing local direct democracy, community of goods, communal education of children, and having a professional union. They tend to specialise in one primary industrial or agricultural pursuit in which many residents are engaged on the phalanstery's grounds. A few will pursue minority industries or their own personal ambitions, which may well be artistic. The phalansteries are subject to competition -usually within the Commonwealth- though some choose to offer specialty goods for export, usually in exchange for foreign specialities desired by the community. Struggling phalansteries can get help from the Commonwealth through their union, senate, and soviet connections: this is thought of largely as insurance against unforseen disasters that can cripple what are essentially small and often pioneering businesses, and does not mean that inefficient phalansteries are subsidised indefinitely. Phalansteric businesses are -as the name implies- pantisocratic, meaning democratic, which is manifest in their lack of individual management or absentee ownership.
Another resident minority will work outside the phalanstery in the cities. These are the shells of pre-revolutionary hubs now given over to very heavy industry, hyper-expensive high-technology, higher learning, and regional defence.
In the cities, the national economy is at work. The great universities are important to this, having branches associated with not only economic theory but practice as well. They really take part in the economic management of the nation. The generously termed government, such as it is, places orders with phalansteric industries as projects come along, but must always keep the Commonwealth alive on an international stage. All the unions, senates, and soviets of the Beth Gellert work to keep heavy and complex industry alive by international trade with other progressive economies and by directing city workers to the construction of heavy military equipment to protect the international revolution. City workers draw state wages -with have minimum and maximum rates- paid for by fees from Commonwealth phalansteries (taxes, essentially).
Few if any comrades ever draw the maximum wage, even if it is available to their post: nobody can draw a maximum wage from the Commonwealth and then live separate from it, and so there is a culture of avoidance in taking more than one deserves rather than to do so and face one's comrades every day. As there are no super-rich in the Commonwealth, so there are none below the poverty line. That is save for a few who choose to follow alternative theories, be they primitive or radical and without popular support: even these few comrades are offered basic state aid and quite often the privately organised aid of phalansteric communities in the unlikely event of their desiring it.
There are some hardships, with some communes being less profitable than others, perhaps because their residents have chosen to engage in economically unsound industrial pursuits (and the economic advice of scholars is freely available to registered Commonwealth member communities), but that is life, and in few places has it such support and tollerance as in the Igovian Soviet Commonwealth...
...One need look only a few decades back in history or a few miles over borders to see a different world in India.
Ranchi, today, is capital of Jharkhand, and once was the summer capital of the British in Bihar. After independence, Bihar had become a frequent target for the aggression of the Beddgelen principality that was, in the Cold War (if you listen to modern Igovians) attempting either: to impress the Quinntonians by some sort of protestant crusade, to prevent Russian or Chinese influence taking hold, or simply to give the Prince stories to tell in Roycelandian company. These Beddgelen forays extended also into West Bengal, doing little to help either of the victimised states either to develop their economies or to warm on modern religion, capitalism, or this new wonder that passed for democracy.
The Prince's expeditions never stuck, and Beth Gellert came to use the puny states as a means by which to sharpen her teeth, skirmishing and bombing as if the South Africa of the Indian sub-continent. The designs of such modern military icons as the Springer fighter-bomber orignate during these years.
But for a generation, Beddgelens have lived without their Prince, having cast him off by force of the arms he used so freely against their fellow Indians. Their economy had only continued to prosper in their superior position and with all of their advantages, while Jharkhand and West Bengal housed tens of millions in abject poverty, their lives hardly bettered by the discovery of electricty, let alone the tide of recent revolution and emancipation.
At long last were the rumblings of progress rising to thunder in the north, perhaps rolling down from the mountains of Kanendru if they would not seep up through the once rival south.
In fact, these states had seen Soviet agitation at least so early as the first seven states of the Commonwealth, perhaps earlier in real strength thanks to the reactionary pressure laid-on by the Prince's minions. It was only now that the would have a chance to receive power, the masses excited by Igovian talk of a council of the communards in which they might so easily become suddenly equal partners.
The Igovian Soviet Commonwealth of Beth Gellert
The streets and alleys of the cities, fields and forests of the country, and halls and courtyards hissed with the same talk of war. Gas, gas from the Roiks? War with worst and best of western autocrats? Crusades against the Commonwealth? Crusades against Asia?
The Igovian People's Soviet Defence Forces were less than one and a half million strong, their Auxiliaries added hardly a third of a million more to that. The French could match that for a short time if they took to total war, the Roiks could do more. The Commonwealth wasn't established to fight external powers in a sustained way, the revolution wasn't safe. It wasn't safe at home like it wasn't safe abroad. Look, now! The Soviets clamour our support in nextdoor Jharkhand! Cry brotherhood in West Bengal! We can do nothing with not two million men in almost two hundred times that! No one will help the revolution if our Army is already out-numberedby reactionaries... "We may have the arms of weak and harmless civilians, but we have the means and spirit of a Soviet!" Cried one comrade, a young lady librarian at a Porthmadog college as a movement recalling the revolution of the 80s took hold in the Commonwealth.
From Galle to Raipur, hundreds of thousands of comrades -members of unions and regulars at senates; workers, speakers, and voters but still reliant on the Army- raised up their fists in remembered indignation, enthused like not in twenty years by the course of revolutionary thinking and action and by rightist offence and menace. Dusty weapons lockers were broke-open, warehouse interiors given to light for thr first time in years, pits were re-opened and buried arms uprooted, and workshops banged and screeched back into life as the Igovian masses revived their true Soviets.
Once was the time that forty percent of Commonwealth members were in arms, then against the government. From Lee-Enfield rifles and Vickers light-machineguns left by the British to AK-47s and RPG-7s supplied by the Russians, millions of weapons were within reach of the people, and new parts and munitions already trickled from the workshops of ten thousand communes commited to the movement.
The Army was the last garment of statehood, the Army was unable to meet the people's demands, the Army was apart from the people, and the military's soviets a law unto themselves... no more! Even the legally impartial Chief Consul -comrade Chivo- could be seen embracing his comrades and clutching a Sten gun.
For hours there was anticipation and an untouchable delay as the governments of West Bengal and Jharkhand waited, their security forces exchanging fire with local sovietists, as they hoped for a counter-movement by the established Beddgelen military that might insulate them from the Igovian crisis.
Eventually, comrade Admiral Katerina Ivolgin appeared in Salvador to announce that the regular soviets were with the popular soviets: there would be no counter action. The future held radical change for the Commonwealth military. There was nothing to save the corrupt governments of Jharkhand and West Bengal.
At 2:04 in the afternoon following the gassing of Soviet Marines, Calcutta declared a soviet commune in West Bengal and officially applied to the council of the communards for inclusion in the Igovian Soviet Commonwealth. Forty-nine minutes later, a similar announcement came from Ranchi, and Jharkhand became the Commonwealth's ninth state.
Almost four hundred and ten million comrades -over six percent of the earth's population- had embraced the world commune, which now faced the long-shirked task of hauling the masses of Jharkhand and Bengal from the filth of neglect and oppression, people who in perhaps the most resource-rich part of India lived on fewer rupees per household than did a single average person even in the Punjab.
(OOC: This is a belated move to cover-up Hindustan's shifting of his borders, which were not finally set until recently. The shifting around put West Bengal and Jharkhand in BG, but I felt inclined to write something about it rather than just slap them in. This way they're adopted as poverty-stricken and over-crowded rather than just used to boost the wealthy Commonwealth out of hand as soon as a war starts. It also seemed like a good time to start the long-brewing popular move against a military seperate from the people at large, though this issue won't be fully resolved for some time... presumably not until resolution of the growing south Pacific conflict.
For a moment it looked like civil war, but the military soviets sided with the people, and Beddgelen officers with ambitions on power or conquest (in India or other people's empires) were left out in the cold along with the corrupt governments of WB and J.
The situation thus far is of a typically confusing mass mobilisation, apparently without orchestration by any authority, bringing millions of Beddgelens out with arms, and a seperate escalation of long-standing (decades old) leftist opposition to the independent governments of the two mentioned Indian states, which couldn't join leftist Hindustan or rightist BG after independence in 1947 because of rightist authorities being offset by leftist opposition... only since the Indian right (principality BG) fell has it been clear which way (left or right) they'd eventually go. It happens that BG's more extravert nature (well, Hindustan's OOC decision!) has brought them to the commune we've sought to establish, rather than to Hindustan.
Mostly, changes are in effect in words rather than practice, at the moment, and nothing has visibly changed in West Bengal or Jharkhand.
I'm just relieved to finally be able to draw borders on my map-of-India and know that they're not about to change by OOC decision :) )