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I published last night. The article got banned. Here is take two:


Issue #89


I made my way down Comrade Street and left onto People's Lane.
At the end People's lane was the Socialist Freedom Party, Headquarters. The Headquarters front entrance was recently remodeled. It flowed with the landscape so well, some people were having trouble finding the door.

Inside was a small crowd by which I was met with heart warming applause. Even my opponents were gracious for my effort.

After a drink and some small talk, I decided to run for party president. (Why not?)





At that point I made my proposal:

*GoTJ* Ladies and gentlemen; may I have your attention, please?

*GoTJ* The election is hours away. I want to present some things for the voters consideration. I was indecisive about running, but after giving it a lot of consideration

*GoTJ* As we all know; SFP is less like an Orchestra and more like Freeform Jazz. People are free to put forth their own initiatives and opinions.
With every revolution in eUS history started by an SFP member; in no other party is this more apparent. (The mob truly does rule at this point in time.)

*GoTJ* With that being said; the only thing I can be certain of is the fact SFP has open arms and that it's members are keeping it that way.

*GoTJ* Simulation or not; my word is binding. I believe it's important to get SFP into the top 5. However, I will not be willing to sacrifice any principles to do it.

*GoTJ* I will provide an experience that is an alternative to other parties; not a copy. Frank Stone and others have made a civic duty out of reporting muftis. I will make Frank the Spokesperson. I hope that sends a strong message to anyone that would poison my family.

*GoTJ* I would oversee the creation of the first SFP Committee for Correspondence. I would nominate PQ as vice president and seek his guidance on the project.

*GoTJ* Many polarizing ideas are non-existent, in-game. As a veteran; I know that most parties and MUs are socialist. I have no illusions about bringing socialism to the top 5. There have been others, but SFP has been the only movement, for Socialism, at it's roots.
Instead, I intend to bring the terminology and symbols into the top 5. I believe it would spur more activity; if we displayed polarizing points of view. I'll nominate EddieA as secretary general; in the spirit of that pledge.

*GoTJ* I want to thank Captain Recks for his work as treasurer. (I know that it's a stressful job.) Rex is going to be less active, so I also appreciate the fact that he gave us enough notice to select a new treasurer.
If elected, I'd nominate Artela for the job.

*GoTJ* I'm a pu$$y. Most of us know, pu$$y is tough and resilient. I can bounce back from anything and become the best pu$$y you ever had.
You think I'm wrong; go ask your mom.
To help me cope with my mommy issues, I select J.C. He will be party councilor.

*GoTJ* If elected, I intend to move more of the discussion in-game; I'll cross party lines, I'll talk with other MU's, but I won't spend much time in anyone's forum.
This will include, but not be limited to; an RC, a War Council, an Economics Committee, and a Writer's Guild Thread. I would also include an absentee ballot. I hope that PQs last article proves that it's perfectly legitimate to vote in-game.

*GoTJ* I would ask volunteers to head these programs, but in their absence; I would dive right into the trenches.

*GoTJ* If all else fails, I have some backups. Voting positions on RC are; first come; first serve.


I dropped the microphone and walked away.


Sexual harassment Panda say's, "It's all fun and games, unless there's an ultimatum."





As I exited the SFP headquarters, I heard the roaring of helicopter rotors.
Three helicopters here headed toward SFP headquarters, low and slow.
Among them were two gunships and an armored transport.
The transport, moving much slower, started to descend. As it touched down I could see a bland haired fellow poking his head out from the cabin.
It was EddieA. He was gesturing me toward the chopper.

I ran over to the bay doors and yelled, "WHAT THE F@#CK ARE YOU DOING?"
"C'MON, "I WANT TOTALK TO YOU." he replied.
I inquired, "HERE?"
"F@#K NO; I'm NOT SCREAMING OVER THESE HELICOPTERS," he insisted, "C'MON."

I climbed into the transport and began reporting for the party paper.

To be Continued!!





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