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Excellent mad emperor-ing, would recommend and looking forward to more elaborate and circuitous wisdom from the Highly Trained, Highly Intelligent, Highly Important Haile Selassie.
I can help you a little bit on this;
Best I can tell it is a title dating back (at least) to Menelik II, the Ethiopian Emperor who first defeated the Italians back in 1896. Following bit of French gives some context;
For those who don't speak French (like me) a direct translation has it as "head of shops" for the palace. I think it should be something like Lord Chamberlain of the Household, that sort of by royal appointment given as a grand title indicating how close you are to the emperor.
I do not believe for a second Paradox checked this or did anything like that much research, I think they just pulled the name from an old League of Nations invite list, but it is in fact correct.
I can help you a little bit on this;
Bedjironde appears to be an honorific, I found a French report of a League of nations meeting refering to him as "le bedjironde".
Best I can tell it is a title dating back (at least) to Menelik II, the Ethiopian Emperor who first defeated the Italians back in 1896. Following bit of French gives some context;
Le héros d'Adoua: Ras Makonnen said:
For those who don't speak French (like me) a direct translation has it as "head of shops" for the palace. I think it should be something like Lord Chamberlain of the Household, that sort of by royal appointment given as a grand title indicating how close you are to the emperor.
I do not believe for a second Paradox checked this or did anything like that much research, I think they just pulled the name from an old League of Nations invite list, but it is in fact correct.
I do speak french, and it's more like 'Head of Stores', (of the Palace, responsible for everything that is stored in the palace storage spaces, particularly food and drink), that does seem to somewhat correspond to Lord Chamberlain of the Household. This suggests that 'Bedijronde' is an old title with it's origins in Europe, probably in the Netherlands... the suggestion by the text that 'Bedijronde', directly translated, means economist/accountant, is in line with the meaning of the old verb Bedijen I stumbled upon (see my other post), being someone who makes sure the household, or business 'bedijt' (runs well, goes well,...) the presence of the word in 'Bedijronde' makes sense. Now we could go and ask a linguist specialised in old dutch and/or a historian specialised in old western European palace households for more information on the exact origin of the term, and the title... all good fun.
This is an equal-opportunity AAR; every world leader has an opportunity to be portrayed equally badly!
This is merely an entertaining sideshow brought on by some of the less-congruous event notifications, as the next update (to be delivered at an unknown time in the future) shall make abundantly clear!
Very helpful from both of you fine gentlemen! Grand Imperial Medallions of Superfluous Historicity shall be in order, just as soon as the Glorious Holy Ethiopian Royal Empire procures for itself a port or an airfield from which to ship them!
I shall delay adding this prestigious and valuable medal to my signature until such time as his Ineffable Gloriousness decrees the time is ripe and the climate favourable for it's award.Very helpful from both of you fine gentlemen! Grand Imperial Medallions of Superfluous Historicity shall be in order, just as soon as the Glorious Holy Ethiopian Royal Empire procures for itself a port or an airfield from which to ship them!
Funny scene that.
Maybe we needed a Head of Windows.
I saw workman trying to install glass amid constant rock-slides.
Maybe we needed a Head of Windows.
In the next update, the sense-making will become even less so, due to a fortuitous (for you and me, anyways) quirk of the HPP mod, for which frankly a Mad Holy Regal Emperor of Loony Non-Verisimilitude is the most reasonable explanation!
intrigued to find out - does the Monster Raving Loony Party win the UK election and appoint Screaming Lord Such as PM? 
been following for some time, first time poster. very entertaining narrative. I'm waiting the day the hellish-copper guy makes a reappearence and even gets to run the economy
You know, I am just waiting here, like a soldier out in the middle of a blasted field, wondering where is that shell or bullet coming, because it should better hurry up. And me trying to sign up for a decent college application and writing up a college essay after practicing Lion Dance.
I shall post a more detailed response to unanswered comments when I get closer to (at last!) having another update. I do have the next half-finished, and between this being the summer months, the general vagaries of life, and this AAR keeping to a calendar vaguely inspired by Lord El Pip, I hope readAARs can forgive the delay.
First among duties, of course, is to catch up on all of the other AARs I've fallen behind on during my absence from the forums for the past week or so...
First among duties, of course, is to catch up on all of the other AARs I've fallen behind on during my absence from the forums for the past week or so...
The most noble and majestic of all calendars, any reader worth their salt will accept such delays with grace and equanimity.
Keep up the good work in your own time.
Well, time to catch up on this backlog of messages here, if only to get them out of the way before the next long-awaited update goes live!
I imagine that "such time" is likely as not to mean whenever Ethiopia falls to Italy, as all the non-delusional people in the world know it will, and his Holy Royal Gloriousness of Magnificent Imperium flees--er, makes an Honorable Royal State Visit of Legendary Notability to the United Kingdom or elsewhere, at which point it should not be too hard for someone to remind him of the necessity to bestow said medals before some scurrilous two-bit petty thief makes off with them!
Which might be a while, at the current pace.
Add a few honorifics and needless adjectives, and I guarantee you his Holy Royal Imperiousness will gladly make it so! Not because he sees the need for the job, of course, but because it is always a good idea to assign an overly-long, fancy-sounding title to someone to make them feel important.
Now you're giving me some modding ideas for this game...imagine TTL Haile Selassie evacuating to England, and running for Prime Minister? Or however those chaps do it across the pond...anyhow, it would be quite something...
I see you, too, enjoy coming up with new and imaginative ways to torture poor Roosevelt...if that ever happened, the heart attack would probably, shall we say, save him the trouble of dying from polio!
The wait is almost over, friend!
Hear, hear, Lord El Pip is surely one worth his salt! Of course, I don't know how much salt he actually owns, but I believe this is a safe assumption.
And you've come along at just the right time, for an update is nigh upon us!
Side note to all: Part of the reason for delay, among numerous incursions from that pesky foe known as "real life", has been the process of updating my HPP to the most "recent" version, albeit now nearly a year old I believe...I really shouldn't have delayed so long, as it adds some useful quality-of-life features, but the extent of my changes in the previous version was great enough to demotivate me until recently. Anyhow, besides copying (and logging, this time!) my own changes, I've been working on a few small projects to improve various balance areas, having to do with the naval game and Japan-China misadventures. All of which of course subtracts from time that would be well-spent in pursuing the adventures of our American and Ethiopian friends here, and which hopefully shall be so spent in greater quantities in the future!
I shall delay adding this prestigious and valuable medal to my signature until such time as his Ineffable Gloriousness decrees the time is ripe and the climate favourable for it's award.
I imagine that "such time" is likely as not to mean whenever Ethiopia falls to Italy, as all the non-delusional people in the world know it will, and his Holy Royal Gloriousness of Magnificent Imperium flees--er, makes an Honorable Royal State Visit of Legendary Notability to the United Kingdom or elsewhere, at which point it should not be too hard for someone to remind him of the necessity to bestow said medals before some scurrilous two-bit petty thief makes off with them!
Which might be a while, at the current pace.
Funny scene that.
I saw workman trying to install glass amid constant rock-slides.
Maybe we needed a Head of Windows.
Add a few honorifics and needless adjectives, and I guarantee you his Holy Royal Imperiousness will gladly make it so! Not because he sees the need for the job, of course, but because it is always a good idea to assign an overly-long, fancy-sounding title to someone to make them feel important.
Now you're giving me some modding ideas for this game...imagine TTL Haile Selassie evacuating to England, and running for Prime Minister? Or however those chaps do it across the pond...anyhow, it would be quite something...
been following for some time, first time poster. very entertaining narrative. I'm waiting the day the hellish-copper guy makes a reappearence and even gets to run the economy
I see you, too, enjoy coming up with new and imaginative ways to torture poor Roosevelt...if that ever happened, the heart attack would probably, shall we say, save him the trouble of dying from polio!
You know, I am just waiting here, like a soldier out in the middle of a blasted field, wondering where is that shell or bullet coming, because it should better hurry up. And me trying to sign up for a decent college application and writing up a college essay after practicing Lion Dance.
The wait is almost over, friend!
The most noble and majestic of all calendars, any reader worth their salt will accept such delays with grace and equanimity.
Keep up the good work in your own time.
Hear, hear, Lord El Pip is surely one worth his salt! Of course, I don't know how much salt he actually owns, but I believe this is a safe assumption.
And you've come along at just the right time, for an update is nigh upon us!
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Side note to all: Part of the reason for delay, among numerous incursions from that pesky foe known as "real life", has been the process of updating my HPP to the most "recent" version, albeit now nearly a year old I believe...I really shouldn't have delayed so long, as it adds some useful quality-of-life features, but the extent of my changes in the previous version was great enough to demotivate me until recently. Anyhow, besides copying (and logging, this time!) my own changes, I've been working on a few small projects to improve various balance areas, having to do with the naval game and Japan-China misadventures. All of which of course subtracts from time that would be well-spent in pursuing the adventures of our American and Ethiopian friends here, and which hopefully shall be so spent in greater quantities in the future!
In the Light of Certain, Painless Victory: Another Ethiopian ChaptAAR
IN THE LIGHT OF CERTAIN, PAINLESS VICTORY: A HEARTS OF IRON 3 AAR
An Ethiopian ChaptAAR
2200 hours EAT, 12 January 1936, The Royal Imperial Palace of Light and Victory, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
Tekle and Heruy found themselves yet again standing in apprehension before the doors leading into the Holy Royal Imperial Throne Room of Gloriously High Ceilings and a Thousand Windows. Or more accurately, they would have been, had there been any actual doors filling the Grand Archway of Pomposity which led into that room. Unfortunately for the beleaguered ministers, the Glorious Holy Royal Emperor had proclaimed that all doors in the Royal Imperial Palace of Light and Victory be removed to symbolize the Empire’s new openness towards the purported Axis Powers. An unfortunate side effect of this, of course, was that without a door to hide them, Tekle and Heruy could no longer continue their longstanding tradition of standing outside the Holy Royal Imperial Throne Room, fruitlessly delaying the inevitable.
“Tiki! Hero! What are you waiting for? Come in, come in!” Emperor Haile Selassie shouted from the far end of the Holy Royal Imperial Throne Room, waving ecstatically. Sighing, the two ministers began awkwardly shuffling towards their insane ruler, taking their time about it.
“What could he possibly want with us at this late hour of the night?” Heruy whispered to his compatriot, while carefully stepping over a rather large wrinkle in the Blessed Red Carpet Stained with the Blood of Twenty Thousand Heretic Foes, which had recently received a promotion from its previous role as the Blessed Red Carpet Stained with the Blood of Ten Thousand Heretic Foes. According to the Holy Royal Questionably-Potent Emperor, impressing potential Axis allies was an important thing to do, and this would surely do the trick.
“I do not know, but it cannot be anything good!” Tekle replied, gingerly avoiding a spot on the Carpet that appeared to be actually stained with blood, albeit most likely that of an erstwhile rodent.
After another excessively long walk down the Blessed Red Carpet, et al, et cetera, ad infinium, the three men met at last, yet still too soon for Tekle’s comfort. Beaming as always, Selassie greeted his beloved foreign minister Heruy with a very warm hug. So warm, in fact, that Heruy wondered if perhaps his Holy Glorious Imperial Lordship was perhaps running a slight fever, which would certainly explain a few things around here.
“Ah, Hero, my friend, I am so happy to see you!” exclaimed the Holy Royal Emperor.
“And I you, my Imperious Paragon of Omniscient Sagacity,” Heruy replied, relieved by his ability to remember the words he had read in the dictionary last night.
Selassie stepped back and looked over his friend, a hint of sentiment in his eyes. “Ah, Hero…such an excellent name for an excellent Minister, yes?”
“I couldn’t agree more, my Majestic Justicar of Magnanimity,” Heruy replied, “It makes me feel like a strong, powerful man, ready to save the world from evil!”
Selassie stared at Heruy, shocked. “What?! No, no…my friend, that is not correct at all!” Heruy’s face contorted into an expression of confusion, which the Holy Royal Emperor was too busy pontificating to notice, fortunately. “No, it reminds me of…a sandwich! Yes! A sandwich, perhaps Greek in origin, with humble beginnings, yes, but which has spread throughout the world on the back of glorious imperial conquests. Yes, Imperial conqests, much like those of our Glorious Royal Heroic Ethiopian Nation of Legendary Ambitions!” Selassie was clearly enjoying this line of discussion.
Pictured: The fruits of Glorious Holy Royal Imperial conquest.
Tekle chuckled in spite of himself. “Perhaps this empire might be called, say, the Hailennic Empire?”
“Yes! Yes! Tekle, my friend, you are a brilliant genius of dominionistic naming!” Selassie exclaimed, not being particularly aware of the comedic side of life. “In fact, I am now promoting you to Brilliant Genius of Dominionistic Naming!”
“Thank you, a thousand times over, O Glorious Holy Royal Grand Master of Nomenclature!” Tekle replied, “Does this mean I am no longer to serve as First Minister?”
“Nonsense, my friend,” said the Holy Royal Emperor, “It is a promotion! You will do both jobs.”
“Damn it.” Tekle cursed – under his breath, of course, so as to not be heard expressing such impudent ingratitude.
Meanwhile, Heruy had spent enough time fuming about the surprising lack of grandeur his assigned nickname carried and was eager to move things along. “My Glorious Leader of Honor and Power, what was the matter for which you desired our presence here?”
“Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me, Hero! For this, we must put on our serious faces.” Selassie immediately put on his serious face, and then took it off because wearing masks made him uncomfortable. This did not, however, prevent him from looking indignantly at his underlings and inquiring “Well, my friends? Where are your serious faces?”
Tekle and Heruy exchanged nervous glances. “My Glorious Lord of Mercy and Compassion, we, uh, seem to have forgotten them this evening.” Tekle was visibly struggling to come up with a better excuse.
“Yes, we, uh, we did not expect to be dealing with serious business at this late hour.” Heruy, thankfully, was not as tongue-tied as his recently-promoted colleague. “This time of night is for celebrations, fun, and spending time with good friends reminiscing about Holy Royal Imperial Sandwiches and such, after all!”
Selassie nodded, apparently satisfied. “Yes, yes, this is true, my friend. Nevertheless, we have important business to attend to, and we must attend to it now!”
“But what is it?” Tekle asked impatiently.
Selassie stepped back a bit and glanced upwards at an angle, doing his best to strike a very imperious and inspirational pose. “An ill wind is brewing, my friends. Soon, our Glorious Holy Ethiopian Royal Empire will join into bitter conflict with a great and terrible foe.”
He paused to look back at his ministers. “And I mean terrible, because they will lose badly and in an embarrassing fashion.” His aside delivered, he resumed posing and continued:
“Our Magnificent and Sacred Abyssinian Kingdom must become ready for many battles, all worthy of being told in the great legends of our people for generations to come! In the days to come, the fabric on which we stand shall become the Blessed Red Carpet Stained with the Blood of a Hundred Thousand…no, a Million Heretic Foes! My friends…”
Selassie turned to look at his ministers, but slowly this time, while raising his arms for what could only be presumed to be dramatic effect.
“…we must Prepare for War!!"
His pronouncement delivered, his Holy Royal Loquaciousness dropped his arms and waved dismissively. “That will be all, my friends, you may go now.” Tekle and Heruy eagerly obliged.
After a much shorter walk out of the Holy Imperial Throne Room of Gloriously High Ceilings and a Thousand Windows, compared to the previous inwards journey, Tekle and Heruy paused to briefly confer with each other about important state business.
“Well, at least he is finally beginning to catch up to reality,” Heruy whispered.
“Yes, indeed,” Tekle replied in a hushed tone, “The situation is finally looking up.”
“I see you whispering over there!” the Holy Royal Emperor of 20,000/20,000 Eyesight boomed out from deep within the Throne Room. “There is to be no whispering in my Royal Imperial Palace of Light and Victory! There is to be Light! And Victory! But no Whispering!”
“Yes, your Supercilious Autocrat of Paramount Domineering,” Tekle replied loudly, while silently kicking himself for forgetting about the recent disappearance of doors from the Royal Imperial Palace.
Note
In HPP, the “Prepare for War” decision simply sets flags that enable a country to enact certain wartime laws regarding the acquisition of manpower if they have a Standing Army. Such nations receive a significant boost to their recruitment efforts for something like 2 ½ years, which not only is a more accurate model of manpower mobilization than vanilla HoI3 has, but more importantly helps prevent Germany from running out of warm bodies in mid-1943, making the rest of the game an utter stomp for the Soviets (the Allies, of course, are primarily at war with their own terrible AI, so this changes nothing on that front…but, I am getting quite a ways ahead of myself now!).
In our next update, whenever that happens, we shall return to our beloved United States of America, and check in on how our beleaguered President Roosevelt is handling things on that side of the pond!
An Ethiopian ChaptAAR
2200 hours EAT, 12 January 1936, The Royal Imperial Palace of Light and Victory, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
Tekle and Heruy found themselves yet again standing in apprehension before the doors leading into the Holy Royal Imperial Throne Room of Gloriously High Ceilings and a Thousand Windows. Or more accurately, they would have been, had there been any actual doors filling the Grand Archway of Pomposity which led into that room. Unfortunately for the beleaguered ministers, the Glorious Holy Royal Emperor had proclaimed that all doors in the Royal Imperial Palace of Light and Victory be removed to symbolize the Empire’s new openness towards the purported Axis Powers. An unfortunate side effect of this, of course, was that without a door to hide them, Tekle and Heruy could no longer continue their longstanding tradition of standing outside the Holy Royal Imperial Throne Room, fruitlessly delaying the inevitable.
“Tiki! Hero! What are you waiting for? Come in, come in!” Emperor Haile Selassie shouted from the far end of the Holy Royal Imperial Throne Room, waving ecstatically. Sighing, the two ministers began awkwardly shuffling towards their insane ruler, taking their time about it.
“What could he possibly want with us at this late hour of the night?” Heruy whispered to his compatriot, while carefully stepping over a rather large wrinkle in the Blessed Red Carpet Stained with the Blood of Twenty Thousand Heretic Foes, which had recently received a promotion from its previous role as the Blessed Red Carpet Stained with the Blood of Ten Thousand Heretic Foes. According to the Holy Royal Questionably-Potent Emperor, impressing potential Axis allies was an important thing to do, and this would surely do the trick.
“I do not know, but it cannot be anything good!” Tekle replied, gingerly avoiding a spot on the Carpet that appeared to be actually stained with blood, albeit most likely that of an erstwhile rodent.
After another excessively long walk down the Blessed Red Carpet, et al, et cetera, ad infinium, the three men met at last, yet still too soon for Tekle’s comfort. Beaming as always, Selassie greeted his beloved foreign minister Heruy with a very warm hug. So warm, in fact, that Heruy wondered if perhaps his Holy Glorious Imperial Lordship was perhaps running a slight fever, which would certainly explain a few things around here.
“Ah, Hero, my friend, I am so happy to see you!” exclaimed the Holy Royal Emperor.
“And I you, my Imperious Paragon of Omniscient Sagacity,” Heruy replied, relieved by his ability to remember the words he had read in the dictionary last night.
Selassie stepped back and looked over his friend, a hint of sentiment in his eyes. “Ah, Hero…such an excellent name for an excellent Minister, yes?”
“I couldn’t agree more, my Majestic Justicar of Magnanimity,” Heruy replied, “It makes me feel like a strong, powerful man, ready to save the world from evil!”
Selassie stared at Heruy, shocked. “What?! No, no…my friend, that is not correct at all!” Heruy’s face contorted into an expression of confusion, which the Holy Royal Emperor was too busy pontificating to notice, fortunately. “No, it reminds me of…a sandwich! Yes! A sandwich, perhaps Greek in origin, with humble beginnings, yes, but which has spread throughout the world on the back of glorious imperial conquests. Yes, Imperial conqests, much like those of our Glorious Royal Heroic Ethiopian Nation of Legendary Ambitions!” Selassie was clearly enjoying this line of discussion.
Pictured: The fruits of Glorious Holy Royal Imperial conquest.
Tekle chuckled in spite of himself. “Perhaps this empire might be called, say, the Hailennic Empire?”
“Yes! Yes! Tekle, my friend, you are a brilliant genius of dominionistic naming!” Selassie exclaimed, not being particularly aware of the comedic side of life. “In fact, I am now promoting you to Brilliant Genius of Dominionistic Naming!”
“Thank you, a thousand times over, O Glorious Holy Royal Grand Master of Nomenclature!” Tekle replied, “Does this mean I am no longer to serve as First Minister?”
“Nonsense, my friend,” said the Holy Royal Emperor, “It is a promotion! You will do both jobs.”
“Damn it.” Tekle cursed – under his breath, of course, so as to not be heard expressing such impudent ingratitude.
Meanwhile, Heruy had spent enough time fuming about the surprising lack of grandeur his assigned nickname carried and was eager to move things along. “My Glorious Leader of Honor and Power, what was the matter for which you desired our presence here?”
“Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me, Hero! For this, we must put on our serious faces.” Selassie immediately put on his serious face, and then took it off because wearing masks made him uncomfortable. This did not, however, prevent him from looking indignantly at his underlings and inquiring “Well, my friends? Where are your serious faces?”
Tekle and Heruy exchanged nervous glances. “My Glorious Lord of Mercy and Compassion, we, uh, seem to have forgotten them this evening.” Tekle was visibly struggling to come up with a better excuse.
“Yes, we, uh, we did not expect to be dealing with serious business at this late hour.” Heruy, thankfully, was not as tongue-tied as his recently-promoted colleague. “This time of night is for celebrations, fun, and spending time with good friends reminiscing about Holy Royal Imperial Sandwiches and such, after all!”
Selassie nodded, apparently satisfied. “Yes, yes, this is true, my friend. Nevertheless, we have important business to attend to, and we must attend to it now!”
“But what is it?” Tekle asked impatiently.
Selassie stepped back a bit and glanced upwards at an angle, doing his best to strike a very imperious and inspirational pose. “An ill wind is brewing, my friends. Soon, our Glorious Holy Ethiopian Royal Empire will join into bitter conflict with a great and terrible foe.”
He paused to look back at his ministers. “And I mean terrible, because they will lose badly and in an embarrassing fashion.” His aside delivered, he resumed posing and continued:
“Our Magnificent and Sacred Abyssinian Kingdom must become ready for many battles, all worthy of being told in the great legends of our people for generations to come! In the days to come, the fabric on which we stand shall become the Blessed Red Carpet Stained with the Blood of a Hundred Thousand…no, a Million Heretic Foes! My friends…”
Selassie turned to look at his ministers, but slowly this time, while raising his arms for what could only be presumed to be dramatic effect.
“…we must Prepare for War!!"
His pronouncement delivered, his Holy Royal Loquaciousness dropped his arms and waved dismissively. “That will be all, my friends, you may go now.” Tekle and Heruy eagerly obliged.
After a much shorter walk out of the Holy Imperial Throne Room of Gloriously High Ceilings and a Thousand Windows, compared to the previous inwards journey, Tekle and Heruy paused to briefly confer with each other about important state business.
“Well, at least he is finally beginning to catch up to reality,” Heruy whispered.
“Yes, indeed,” Tekle replied in a hushed tone, “The situation is finally looking up.”
“I see you whispering over there!” the Holy Royal Emperor of 20,000/20,000 Eyesight boomed out from deep within the Throne Room. “There is to be no whispering in my Royal Imperial Palace of Light and Victory! There is to be Light! And Victory! But no Whispering!”
“Yes, your Supercilious Autocrat of Paramount Domineering,” Tekle replied loudly, while silently kicking himself for forgetting about the recent disappearance of doors from the Royal Imperial Palace.
* * * * *
Note
In HPP, the “Prepare for War” decision simply sets flags that enable a country to enact certain wartime laws regarding the acquisition of manpower if they have a Standing Army. Such nations receive a significant boost to their recruitment efforts for something like 2 ½ years, which not only is a more accurate model of manpower mobilization than vanilla HoI3 has, but more importantly helps prevent Germany from running out of warm bodies in mid-1943, making the rest of the game an utter stomp for the Soviets (the Allies, of course, are primarily at war with their own terrible AI, so this changes nothing on that front…but, I am getting quite a ways ahead of myself now!).
* * * * *
In our next update, whenever that happens, we shall return to our beloved United States of America, and check in on how our beleaguered President Roosevelt is handling things on that side of the pond!
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And now, in the habitat of the modern student, who is clearly struggling with the daily necessities of life, such as AP Physics from a certain Mr. Tibbs and agonizing about the statistics.
His Royal Acme of Superfluity and Thesaurus Swallowing has once again set Ethiopia on the Path of Hegemonic Glorious Dominance. Or, in the real world, what is otherwise described as Ignominious Oblivion!
One should always keep a serious face somewhere - you never know when one might need one.
And now, in the habitat of the modern student, who is clearly struggling with the daily necessities of life, such as AP Physics from a certain Mr. Tibbs and agonizing about the statistics.
Both excellent classes IMO, Physics if well-taught informs one how to solve problems on not only a scientific but also a practical layer, and statistics is increasingly relevant in this data-driven world we live in. Keep at it, my friend, and best of luck if you believe in such things!
His Royal Acme of Superfluity and Thesaurus Swallowing has once again set Ethiopia on the Path of Hegemonic Glorious Dominance. Or, in the real world, what is otherwise described as Ignominious Oblivion!
Eh, you say "To-may-to", we say "Regal Fantastic To-mah-to Blessed with Evocation of Legendary Dominars"!
(Real talk here, though - does anyone actually say "to-mah-to" in real life?
)Ironically, that was the plan...the plan simply neglected the critical flaw that the Italians perhaps might not have the best of intentions towards their betters...
A lesson well-learned!
And if things keep up in this manner, his underlings may soon find themselves doing an entirely different sort of striking!
We shall, perhaps, revisit our Ethiopian friends at some time and see how they are getting along, but not before we tune in to good old Roosevelt to see what sort of progress he might be able to make in spite of his own ministerial difficulties.