The Musings of The Silver Fox

Chapter 1

"Baka mitai kodomo na no ne"

"Yume wo otte kizutsuite"

"Uso ga heta na kuse ni waraenai egao wo miseta"

"How cute. The Martinez Presidential Government Administration and its Senators truly are nothing but bunch of lapdogs who wants Islas de Sol to go to war as per the script of that two-faced United Sovereign States of Belamor. There are even lemmings in this country who are against constitutional reforms or new constitution for retarded reasons besides calling those who are anti-war as traitors and shills. Yet those same many flocks fooled by a xenophobic propaganda keep barking about expenses going up, incompetent and corrupt officials, weak military, lack of foreign direct investments, and lack of tech transfer. While 'The Empire of the Sour Grapes' and its faction is scared of Steinburgia, this country was a lost cause to begin with for its severe case of colonial mentality and having a Stockholm Syndrome. Oh, what's this? As expected for a third-rate country whose constitution that literally made it feel like new nation born every 6 years, a foolishness of removing meritocratic mechanisms, a classic another example of ignorance towards the constitutional reform and constitution at its finesse. Why would I now care for Islas de Sol when its politicians and inhabitants wanted remain a third world country when one can disavow Solenses citizenship, immigrate this coming Sunday, complete the studies for better schools and pursue knowledge, and start a family there in that better country they all hated out from jealousy due to its success and governance model system of The People's United Federal Domain which was modelled after Steinburgia? They really don't. Oh well, this was all nothing to me now for this charade."

At the bedroom, a partially drunk teen, Cedric Arboleda, a bit amused from the clown circus of Islas de Sol's political landscape including an article about the new Senate building located at Taguiano del Norte that had gone from 4.8 billion Pesos to 43.5 billion Pesos for costs, chugs down beer can.

With the connected Turquoistooth speaker playing the song while his laptop was turned on and showed a screen of a recent article of the government of the country and President Kiko Martinez, the current president, which according to the country's constitution, a head of state and government, the leader of The Partido por el Federalismo, The Party for Federalism, removed the performance-based promotion system in the country, behind the young man, there's a trashcan full of empty beer cars, properly sorted.

What Cedrick did? He basically 'vented off' at what he saw through; an act of The Republic of Islas de Sol being a vassal state, a puppet to a foreign power, The United Sovereign States of Belamor, the USSB, a foreign nation mockingly referred as 'The Empire of the Sour Grapes' that had a total area of 45.5 million square kilometers as country, playing the stage set in the script written by that troublemaker.

His family told him, his siblings, and cousins to hid the views and thought in the media and cyberspace because of the yellow journalism in this country alongside from The Continens Mortem Currit Continent Accordance Organization member-states majority.

His patriotism, care, and love for his motherland and birthplace, The Republic of Islas de Sol, it was only a façade gig he had to put on as a 'Solenses citizen' under the cover and role of being a Solenses national team member.

Like his whole family here, the branch staying at Islas de Sol Cedric, the Arbodela, they too were also amused at the foolishness in this country including the close-minded ignoramuses for too being short-sighted and not knowing the cause of the problems and the ailments of The Republic of Islas de Sol. For areas such as commerce, the branch he was part of laid low-key due to that political landscape and yellow journalism kekkery in the archipelagic state as usual, but meh that's only a surface because his entire family laid low since the beginning before this era starting with the fated day when the Steinburgia's founding king gave his Famiglia a job.