Red in tooth and claw
The peace of Metternich was looking a little frayed around the edges.
France had taken Catalonia. Prussia had, for all intents and purposes, united Northern Germany under her leadership.
Everywhere, the world was becoming more dangerous, more competitive, militarily and economically.
The peace was not over yet. The United Kingdom stood on top of the world, overlooking the rest of Europe. The Pax Britannica kept the European family from letting its squabbles get too messy, but it could only do so much. Catalonia had proved that.
Mexico would have to be ready, and he and his country were running out of time.
While he was building an empire in the east, he did not forget about the west.
The common Latin American market was becoming a reality, piece by piece. Brazil was still the sticking point, but he had plans for Brazil...
The markets of Latin America would guarantee both access to raw materials and a market for Mexican Industry. With Mexican leadership, the Spanish speaking world would no longer be a backwater, no longer be stuck in its endless petty squabbles. So many useless wars had been fought over strips of territory while the industry of the region lagged. Mexico would put a stop to it, it would be the elder brother, stepping in for an absent and useless Father who could not even defend himself...
Not that Mexico was ready to go toe to toe with France. He might present an image of martial confidence in the new Mexican Army, and with some justice: it was truly a more powerful instrument than it had been. A force that had been so brittle as to nearly lose Texas, two decades later, had fought a multi-year war on the other side of the world against a European power and taken its colonies by force while repelling two invasions of its own territory. But the Netherlands and France were not truly in the same league, and he never forgot this. as such, the diplomatic efforts to get a European Alliance continued. Let the American disdain alliances with European powers, Mexico would seek them, just in case the strange friendship with the Americans ever turned sour..
Of course, in the end, all alliances were matters of convenience and were essentially temporary. The Game of Power was, in the end, all about strength and survival. The people who adapted the best to the changing world would be the ones who would succeed. The words of his victory speech came back to him. He himself had not really believed what he was saying, but what if there were some truth to what he had said? Was Mexico, not unlike the United States, blessed with the heritage of the Old World without any of the dross? Was there not a new people being born who had shown themselves to be stronger than the old?
After establishing a government by the true heirs of the conquistadors, had Mexico not become a Great Power? The
Liberales and the
indios had nearly ruined everything, but as soon as the right people were in charge, disaster was averted and the arc of history went down a path that seemed inevitable, a path leading to increasing Mexican dominance of Latin America and the world..
As the elections came up, he felt pleased with his legacy as a President. This was not the end of the story, nor was it even the end of his story. His term was up, but the Party had evolved beyond what it had been. The President was longer all that there was, his strength depended on the support of the other members of the Conservative party. He was, really, first among equals. And when the new President was elected, he would be as well, and then backroom politics would control what he would do.
There was an advantage in having set things up so, thankfully. It would be too much to say that he would control the next President. He would not be a mere puppet. But there was power behind the proverbial throne waiting for him when this election ended, power to take, power to use, power to gain.
He signed his last order as President, making it much like the first. It was time to make sure the election had the right outcome.