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His Dudeness
- Jul 2, 2018
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Sitting in his darkened den, reading over the recently signed FTA agreement with the Netherlands, President Romero takes a sip of his Johnny Walker Blue and takes a puff on his Cohiba. On his radio he is listening to updates on the Argentine/Brazilian Joint Naval exercise, as well as glancing over at the movement of the ships on his Mac Book Pro. He jabs on button on his phone.
"Yes, Mr. President?"
"Juan, please come over. We need to talk."
"Right away, Mr. President."
The President then pokes another button on his phone.
"Yes, Mr. President?"
"Please encrypt a phone line. 10 Downing Street, London, UK. Prime Minister's office."
"I will inform you when the line has been encrypted, Mr. President."
The line goes dead.
President Romero tilts his ear and turns up the radio to the Joint Task Force Operation.
In Brazilian accented Spanish he hears, "This is the commander of the San Jacinto. The landing force is 20 knots out from Belamonte. We ask that you give the island a thump."
Just then Foreign Minister walks in, looking resplendent in a dark blue pin strip suit. Old friends with the President, he does not ask to sit at the executive chair in front of the President's desk. However, he does wait for the President to speak.
The President turns the radio down. He'll read the reports later. Which is all it seems what a President does. Read and sign off on or rejects reports, or bills or amendments.
"Juan, good work with the Dutch. It is a vital first step in a rapprochement with the Europeans."
"Frankly, Mr. President, the Dutch were quite accommodating, albeit somewhat still hesitant to accept, or perhaps ineffectual to our prospective of the Swedish Incident."
"As you know, I am setting up a call with Bourne at the moment. What do you think his reaction will be to our rapprochement with his government?"
President Romero, his old friend, extends a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks, while he waits for his contemplative friend and Foreign Minister to collect his thoughts as he takes a long pull on his drink.
Setting the glass down on a coaster on the President's desk.
Letting out a long sigh before he speaks, Silva says, "Given his past statements and reactions to direct confrontations, I would advise against doing so. A conciliatory message or gesture would send the exact message we actually want."
"Which is?"
"Peace, Mr. President, of course. Peace that will benefit our country's economy and restore pride in its people, especially after the last several disastrous administrations. I believe the embassy closings and the visa restrictions were perhaps a bit heavy-handed. I do however think it got our message across that Brazil will not be pushed around like before."
"Yes, I was so insulted when out of the blue, the Foreign Secretary or whatever it is called there in Portugal asked to speak to me before even consulting with you first. That coupled with the Swedish Incident. We needed to do something."
"And we have, sir. And I further believe now it is time to put our guard down a bit. With the passing of the 0420 Act, we will be raking in billions a year and employing so many people here. In two years the favelas will be a memory."
Just then the conversation is interrupted by a buzz on the President's phone line.
"Mr. President. The line has been encrypted we are patching you through now."
The loud clicks of the phone ringing is heard.
"Hello, this is President Romero of Brazil. I have Foreign Minister Silva here with me on speaker phone. I would like to speak with Prime Minister Bourne, please."
"Yes, Mr. President?"
"Juan, please come over. We need to talk."
"Right away, Mr. President."
The President then pokes another button on his phone.
"Yes, Mr. President?"
"Please encrypt a phone line. 10 Downing Street, London, UK. Prime Minister's office."
"I will inform you when the line has been encrypted, Mr. President."
The line goes dead.
President Romero tilts his ear and turns up the radio to the Joint Task Force Operation.
In Brazilian accented Spanish he hears, "This is the commander of the San Jacinto. The landing force is 20 knots out from Belamonte. We ask that you give the island a thump."
Just then Foreign Minister walks in, looking resplendent in a dark blue pin strip suit. Old friends with the President, he does not ask to sit at the executive chair in front of the President's desk. However, he does wait for the President to speak.
The President turns the radio down. He'll read the reports later. Which is all it seems what a President does. Read and sign off on or rejects reports, or bills or amendments.
"Juan, good work with the Dutch. It is a vital first step in a rapprochement with the Europeans."
"Frankly, Mr. President, the Dutch were quite accommodating, albeit somewhat still hesitant to accept, or perhaps ineffectual to our prospective of the Swedish Incident."
"As you know, I am setting up a call with Bourne at the moment. What do you think his reaction will be to our rapprochement with his government?"
President Romero, his old friend, extends a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue on the rocks, while he waits for his contemplative friend and Foreign Minister to collect his thoughts as he takes a long pull on his drink.
Setting the glass down on a coaster on the President's desk.
Letting out a long sigh before he speaks, Silva says, "Given his past statements and reactions to direct confrontations, I would advise against doing so. A conciliatory message or gesture would send the exact message we actually want."
"Which is?"
"Peace, Mr. President, of course. Peace that will benefit our country's economy and restore pride in its people, especially after the last several disastrous administrations. I believe the embassy closings and the visa restrictions were perhaps a bit heavy-handed. I do however think it got our message across that Brazil will not be pushed around like before."
"Yes, I was so insulted when out of the blue, the Foreign Secretary or whatever it is called there in Portugal asked to speak to me before even consulting with you first. That coupled with the Swedish Incident. We needed to do something."
"And we have, sir. And I further believe now it is time to put our guard down a bit. With the passing of the 0420 Act, we will be raking in billions a year and employing so many people here. In two years the favelas will be a memory."
Just then the conversation is interrupted by a buzz on the President's phone line.
"Mr. President. The line has been encrypted we are patching you through now."
The loud clicks of the phone ringing is heard.
"Hello, this is President Romero of Brazil. I have Foreign Minister Silva here with me on speaker phone. I would like to speak with Prime Minister Bourne, please."