Out of the barrel of a gun
The Liberals had not given up.
Not that he expected them to. Why should they? If he were them, he wouldn't. Politics was about struggle. Everyone believed they were in the right, and so everyone fought for what they believed in. In their heart of hearts, he was sure they believed that what they pushed for would make Mexico stronger.
But it wouldn't. Mexico had not followed, thankfully, the Liberal program, and here we were. In a position to take the next step.
Atjeh was ours, it was just a question of seizing it. The rest of the world, perhaps not ready for a new player on the stage, was not as understanding.
Oh well, it would pass. He didn't blame them either. Alarm at a new power excersing itself abroad for the first time meant their tidy little empires were less secure. The trick was to gain power quickly, but not too quickly, to be a good player of the system of balance of power that had defined the world since Napoleon had almost destroyed it one too many times. He didn't want to be Napoleon. His aim was at the same time grander and more humble: to be Robert Jenkinson.
Not that there weren't dirty sides to the whole affair.
Selling it to the international world was one thing, selling it to the people was another, and here things were easier, if a bit more sordid. A "diplomatic expedition to South East Asia to explore Mexico's interest in the markets there", a fabricated incident or two, and all of a sudden the press was was afire with the threat of a country no one in Mexico had probably even heard of before his Presidency.
As the solders were shipped off in his new navy, they were sent off with flowers and parades, and the enthusiatic support of the very populace that had been so troublsome as regards its "rights under the constitution." It was all so absurdly simple, really.
Perhaps the populace was not stupid, perhaps they actually saw things his way, but the "Atjeh menace" was their way of expressing it. The premise of the war, after all, was that Mexico was establishing a "protectorate" of Atjeh. Protecting it... from it being taken by someone else. The "Atjeh menace" was that Mexico would be left behind by the other Great Powers and cease being a Great power altogether. The menace was that Mexico would not be able to be all it should be. Not "destined" to be, but could be. The people, however ignorant, were not ignorant. The idea of an "Atjeh menace" was ridiculousness on its face. He decided that really, it was jsut the lie the people told themselves to give themselves permission to take what was needed to assure Mexico's greatness.
The war itself was absurd. A joke. Not even worth describing. Now he understood what the Europeans had learned! It was so easy! if you wanted the resources, they were there for the taking. Sure, it no longer took just three hundred men and some muskets to take what you wanted, but it was still absurdly easy. The power was there...if just had the will to take it.
One year, nothing, next year, the beginnings of an Empire. Why would you *not* do this when it was so fundamentally simple? Why bother to buy, negotiate, placate, and wheedle for resources when it could simply be seized, easy as that!
The army that had struggled against a rag tag bunch of rebels ten years ago dispatched a foe half way around the world in a year.
This was power! Concrete, simple, power, as sharp and as lethal as a gunshot. He felt almost like a young man in a city without his parents and a pocket full of money. He could do practically anything without permission or resistance. He looked at a map he had placed in his Presidential suite and ran his fingers over the territory that was now his.
Then he began to consider what he should do next...
The Liberals had not given up.
Not that he expected them to. Why should they? If he were them, he wouldn't. Politics was about struggle. Everyone believed they were in the right, and so everyone fought for what they believed in. In their heart of hearts, he was sure they believed that what they pushed for would make Mexico stronger.
But it wouldn't. Mexico had not followed, thankfully, the Liberal program, and here we were. In a position to take the next step.
Atjeh was ours, it was just a question of seizing it. The rest of the world, perhaps not ready for a new player on the stage, was not as understanding.
Oh well, it would pass. He didn't blame them either. Alarm at a new power excersing itself abroad for the first time meant their tidy little empires were less secure. The trick was to gain power quickly, but not too quickly, to be a good player of the system of balance of power that had defined the world since Napoleon had almost destroyed it one too many times. He didn't want to be Napoleon. His aim was at the same time grander and more humble: to be Robert Jenkinson.
Not that there weren't dirty sides to the whole affair.
Selling it to the international world was one thing, selling it to the people was another, and here things were easier, if a bit more sordid. A "diplomatic expedition to South East Asia to explore Mexico's interest in the markets there", a fabricated incident or two, and all of a sudden the press was was afire with the threat of a country no one in Mexico had probably even heard of before his Presidency.
As the solders were shipped off in his new navy, they were sent off with flowers and parades, and the enthusiatic support of the very populace that had been so troublsome as regards its "rights under the constitution." It was all so absurdly simple, really.
Perhaps the populace was not stupid, perhaps they actually saw things his way, but the "Atjeh menace" was their way of expressing it. The premise of the war, after all, was that Mexico was establishing a "protectorate" of Atjeh. Protecting it... from it being taken by someone else. The "Atjeh menace" was that Mexico would be left behind by the other Great Powers and cease being a Great power altogether. The menace was that Mexico would not be able to be all it should be. Not "destined" to be, but could be. The people, however ignorant, were not ignorant. The idea of an "Atjeh menace" was ridiculousness on its face. He decided that really, it was jsut the lie the people told themselves to give themselves permission to take what was needed to assure Mexico's greatness.
The war itself was absurd. A joke. Not even worth describing. Now he understood what the Europeans had learned! It was so easy! if you wanted the resources, they were there for the taking. Sure, it no longer took just three hundred men and some muskets to take what you wanted, but it was still absurdly easy. The power was there...if just had the will to take it.
One year, nothing, next year, the beginnings of an Empire. Why would you *not* do this when it was so fundamentally simple? Why bother to buy, negotiate, placate, and wheedle for resources when it could simply be seized, easy as that!
The army that had struggled against a rag tag bunch of rebels ten years ago dispatched a foe half way around the world in a year.
This was power! Concrete, simple, power, as sharp and as lethal as a gunshot. He felt almost like a young man in a city without his parents and a pocket full of money. He could do practically anything without permission or resistance. He looked at a map he had placed in his Presidential suite and ran his fingers over the territory that was now his.
Then he began to consider what he should do next...
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