Gangsters and Rebels

This is a story of fervor and pain,
of two lovers in political chains.

Have you ever found yourself in a terrible situation because of love? Mexico has. With his last breath drawing near, body wracked with pain as he lay dying in a pool of his own blood, he tries to remember the stupid decisions that lead up to this point so he can regret them one last time.

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Vietnam and the American Devil

After the war, Vietnam struggled with America–and herself.

Soundtrack: Devil Devil by Milck

1975

Explosions shook the air. Vietnam heard the whirring of helicopter blades and feet pounding against asphalt as people scrambled for an escape–echoes from a distant reality. But what wasn’t muted, what was so real that it pumped fire through her veins, was the sight of her flag wavering in the dusty wind amidst the wreckage of Saigon.

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North Korea the Red-Nosed Nation-State: Part II

“You know what these boots are made for? Stomping fascists.”

A continuation of this story.

Turns out, the Abominable American wasn’t that hard to outrun. He was pretty slow due to his size, and also kind of lazy. He gave up chase five minutes in, after which he retreated to his lair to partake in material sin and filthiness.

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My big fat communist sh*tshow

Over time it had become a custom to throw a communist party every so often. This would often lead to complications because most communists hated each other. But the one thing keeping their solidarity alive was their shared hatred for the West–mainly, the United States. In the end, that was enough for them.

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Photo by Vera Kratochvil

Over time it had become a custom to throw a communist party every so often. This would often lead to complications because most communists hated each other. But the one thing keeping their solidarity alive was their shared hatred for the West–mainly, the United States. In the end, that was enough for them.

The “parties” (they never felt like parties) used to be big events, but then the Soviet Union collapsed; everyone who was forced to practice communism was either free to not practice communism or forced to practice capitalism. So, their numbers dwindled. Now the five of them could fit comfortably around a hot pot in China’s house.

“How was the food, Cuba?” China asked when the plates around him finally started to look bare.

“Wonderful, thank you.”

“The mutton was a little tender,” Vietnam said placidly.

China didn’t even look at her. “Thank you, Vietnam, for the opinion that no one asked for.”

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The most hated man in Asia

North Korea always, without fail, had a way of knowing when China was stressed out. North Korea always, without fail, had a way of making it worse.

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The smell of sizzling eggplants and bell peppers brought life to the kitchen. China was just about to pour the rice wine vinegar and brown sugar sauce over his saute when sudden lute music jarred him out of his tranquil state. After brushing his hands against his apron, he grabbed his cellphone from the counter.

“Vietnam, you may have caught me at a bad time.”

“July 12th. That’s when the decision will be made?”

For three years, Philippines has been trying to win a case in the international court against China. Vietnam, naturally, supported her in this endeavor. They, like most of Southeast Asia, believed China’s claim to the South China Sea was unnecessarily aggressive at best and criminal at worst.

For three years, China has refused to participate in that nonsense. Now, he didn’t really have a choice.

“You sound as if you were already aware.” He then turned most of his attention back to cooking, loathe to let a perfectly good dish burn.

“I’m not participating as a judge,” Vietnam said, characteristically terse. “But if I were, I would make sure to reiterate Philippines’ claim that you’re a territorial, chauvinistic bastard.”

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Bilateral: Apex

Sweat formed on his brow as he stared into the faces of the most powerful countries on earth. To them, he was just spewing that tired, angry rhetoric. To him, he was challenging warlords.

“I want to believe that the United Nations stands for peace, but I cannot. Reflected on every page of its history is the story of national division stained with misfortunes and pains that our people suffered over the past seven decades.”

He found strength in his thundering heart and inspiration from the resentment in his enemies’ eyes.

“This organization is corrupt from within. If its leaders are not willing to fight this greed and corruption, I promise you that I will fight it. I will fight it with everything I am, and I will do what you have failed to, no matter the cost.”

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