NationStates Jolt Archive

Rugby is not just a way of life but its a religion in North Salisbury Island, In the news Rugby events usually preceded all but the most important domestic and international news ( and their were a lot of "domestic news" in the trouble land of Rhodesian states)

The game of Rugby appeared to be a simple metaphor for the day to day struggles for the ruling Rhodesian people and a lot of their hopes were pinned on the penultimate grand final of the North Salisbury Island provincial Rugby tournament.

This years grand final was held at Rhodes stadium in Port Rhodes ( The largest and most dorminant city in the nation) The stdium was full to its capacity of 80,000, the fields parameters surrounded by barbed wire, security fences and armed guards ( a true testament to the passion the Rhodesian people have for the sport) and the eligible ( I.e white) "eclectic" crowd (as the announcers put emphasis on) flying the vibrant colours for the two teams playing ( Port Rhodes and Bastion) most of the Rhodesian men women and children all basked in the jouyous atmosphere of the rugby grand final. ( with the occaisional hooligan getting swiflty dealt with by the stadiums own security force)

Spectators passed through the usual massive civil demonstration outside Rhodes stadium and a military garrison of Port Rhodes dealt with "trouble making illegals" with the casual mantra of "business as usual" which was accompanied by the gratitous use of mace, tasers and batons.

( the comparisons and contrasts between military precense both inside and outside the stadiums can obviously be stated, one to keep eligible spectators off the field and the fencing outside to keep inelgible spectators out of the stadium and is a reflection of North Salisbury Islands archaic colonial and racist government domestic policy)

"Fucking Port Rhodes" Colonel Williams muttered as he watched the final whistle blow on the final with Port Rhodes winning a 4th consecutive national rugby title.

Born in Bastion Williams general philosphy was that he supported the bastion rugby team or any other team playing the usbiqitous bustling metrpolitan team of Port Rhodes...

Gahh but that was neither here nor there, Williams was still idignant from being plucked from his plush "pen pushing" military administration role in Bastion city to being in charge of the military garrison that guarded great river dam ( R.l Waikato) over the lush waters of commemoration lake ( R.l Lake Taupo)


The Colonel walked out of his small wooden shack ( that constituted his "colonels" office) walked out on the hill top that overlooked the candescant waters of Lake commemoration. He could just see the incompetant private Petries doing unsavoury business off one of the guard stations of the dam whilst his other two senrys were nowhere to be seen.

The now extremely Irate colonel got on to his Handheld and called the Dam base. " Seargent Mathewson here" came the rather sleepish reply. " Its very good to see that you have emergency training protocols in place just incase the Local Maori decide to bring gratitous amounts of alchol to the dam base and have a massive party instead of blowing the fucking thing up!! Discipline that buffon Petries immediately or i will take the initiative for both you *&*((&*%^$$^&^*&" !!!!!!!!!!!" Williams bellowed, Matheson sevily obeyed without further response.

Colonel Williams sighed and then booted out his cigerette blissfully unawhere of how prohetic his blustering reply was going to be. ( In terms of bloody viscereal violence)