Reborn American Tyrant

The Rise of Great Powers is a good book, but, in William White's opinion, the rise is too fantastical, there are many coincidences, and it is hard to say whether it was decided by the immortals or not.

Wang Mang is a good enough guy, and the things he plays out are suitable for a thousand years from now. But then, when you run into a big magician, you have no move, Nima, I don't know if it is a blind history, a few thousand people's turkeys and dogs, how to overcome a million troops.

What is the concept of over ten thousand men and horses?

Millions?

Nima, the rebirth of the farming stream, why suddenly change the fantasy, this is the rhythm of Nima to collapse ah!

The study of the rise of great powers is actually useless, there is too much of a coincidence factor. If the Mayflower had sunk, it might have been the Maple Leaf that now dominates the world.

So, instead of watching the rise of the big boys, it's better to see how they fall.

What? Don't believe me?

Hey hey, look at the success stories, have any of them been successful?

What was and what will be done in the future is only excitement for a couple of days at most.

The reason why John Bull fell on the street had little to do with the Germans. One Boer War was the end of John Bull. Even if the Germans didn't challenge them, someone else would.

As far as hawk sauce is concerned, 9/11 was merely the cause. As far as William White was concerned, Rice's economy was already on the verge of collapse, and pulling the lantern merely accelerated the process. Or, precisely because of the lanterns, shorting is restricted, not only in policy but also in public opinion.

Maybe it's not right to say so, but if it weren't for Lantern, you can imagine the successive thunderstorms of rice stocks. WorldCom, Enron, Global and Pacific, four companies with tens of billions of assets, are about to explode in situ within the next two years, and just think how many derivative financial products are involved, easily hundreds of billions of dollars.

I'm not going to save you guys, so fuck you! May God save your fallen soul.

With all this in mind, William White is no longer bothered. The damned child is head over heels anyway, and all of this is your own death.

"We're not involved." After a long moment of silence, William White finally spoke up. He'd read the report on the Fieldson, though he should have read it a week ago. But it was in bad shape, wasn't it, and even if he had seen it in the morning, it would have been nothing more than a nuisance.

Wilson was not surprised by William White's decision. The boss was long past the primitive accumulation of capital, and with little attraction, he probably preferred to worry about his country.

What? No bullshit.

With the money in place, reputation is very important, not to mention the good guys, but at the very least, you don't want to be hated.

William White, who bought the Pacific Gas property and then started sitting on it, didn't know how to do that, he just didn't care. No matter what financial tricks you use, you can't avoid becoming a rat in the end.

Electricity, gas, they're all necessities of life. If you say that California has a high cost of living, it's OK to increase it by 10% or less.

But doubling it?

What are you thinking, really another L.A. mess, that's no way to cry.

"So, Filson, the next few days are going to be tough. I don't even have to guess how angry the people are going to be.

When it's good to stand with the capitalists, they're going to be in trouble now, and we need to stand with the people.

I'll get NBC to work with you, contact churches and charities, and the Thanksgiving and Christmas events have to be a big hit.

You know what, the White Foundation put up thirty million dollars, you go and coordinate it right away, can't wait, these damn assholes, they all deserve to go to hell."

"Thirty million? Okay, boss, I got it." Nelson's mouth twitched violently, Nima, that's exactly the big deal, but ah, this year's financial statements will certainly not look good.

Well, it's better to make a real contribution than to pay some inexplicable tax.

Wait, the boss is not going to have a plan, is he?

As the face of Wilson looked a little strange, William White did not explain. Of course it had been planned, the so-called charitable donations, cash is only a small part, quite a lot of donations, most of them will be turned into all kinds of food. And that's just in the U.S., there are a lot of black folks out there who don't have enough food to eat anyway, drought or not.

This stuff doesn't even need to be investigated, it's bound to be that way, and William White is used to it.

He's not going to believe you when you say that Africa is in constant drought. You don't have any irrigation facilities, and you're completely dependent on the sky for food.

Two thousand years ago the first emperor started to build a water conservancy, and now you're expecting to rely on the sky for food, and frankly, starvation is a necessity.

"These damn bastards, what are they going to do? How dare they talk about market-regulated prices, do they want nationalization?"

"Oh, son, you're too impatient, just express concern. Now that you're president, you should think like a president.

Curtis is a lame duck now, what are you going to make of him. Honestly, what he's worried about now is when you're going to repeal those policies of his."

"Uh, Pops, I might be doing something wrong next year too. I just talked to them, and it seems that no policy will ever be changed.

With all the passion in the barracks right now, I'd like to make some changes. Unfortunately, my own people were against it. Although I also knew that Andy actually liked boys, I didn't mean to discriminate against him. I was comforted for a long time just now by this."

Old Bush laughed bitterly, the world has long since changed beyond recognition.

Support?

It's impossible, the Yankees are different, they are the most traditional group of people in Micronesia. There was a time when they had to take a bath with their clothes on. Now you say you're for homosexuality, get rid of it, but to say you don't discriminate or oppose it is the best you can do.

Why does little Bush's team have a guy named Andy?

The reasoning is simple: it's a signal to the outside world. In fact, this will never happen in Yonaguni.

If you don't intend to pinch others, the soldier likes to play how he likes, he won't care much at all. But now the situation is a little different, after a period of adjustment and recovery, silly Daiki seems to be planning to explode the soldiers again.

The hawk sauce, of course, does not care, they are even a little happy to see it happen. But ah, without a decent force in hand, how can he fulfill his promise?

Don't think that Enron and Pacific Gas are stupid pigs who made such a decision because of the political background. The most important factor is that Bushu Jr. will continue his father's unfinished business. Just think, if Dummy Dahl is hung up, not to mention taking these oil fields for himself, at the very least, there will only be one voice left in the desert, the voice of hawk sauce. .