A_dot_Ham

The general government must, in this case, not only have a strong soul, but strong organs by which that soul is to operate.
          	
          	Here I shall give my sentiments of the best form of government—not as a thing attainable by us, but as a model which we ought to approach as near as possible.
          	
          	British constitution best form.
          	
          	Aristotle—Cicero—Montesquieu—Neckar.
          	
          	Society naturally divides itself into two political divisions—the few and the many, who have distinct interests.

A_dot_Ham

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          //What if it were a Gacha Life animation or smth :sob:
          
          Alexander nodded firmly. "I'll look into this Forela-D later. But right now, I need to make an X account." Alexander put on his glasses and swiped precariously on his phone. He gave up after a few seconds because he was over this twenty-first century bullshit. "Uhhm, tell me about Raffaele."

A_dot_Ham

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          //Regular is fine. Ham sandwich does NOT give a fuck.
          
          "What is fascism?" Alex leaned uncomfortably close to Rhine. "Is it some sort of disease?" After a moment of very unsettling eye contact, Alexander's eyes lit up with epiphany. "Wait a second! I can just search that up on Goo-ogle." The man pushed himself off the desk and vigorously began typing on his phone.
          “Ah!” Alex exclaimed, triumphant, nearly dropping the phone on Rhine’s foot. He squinted at the screen, lips moving as he read. “ ‘Fascism is a far-right, authoritarian, ultranationalist political ideology characterized by a dictatorial leader, centralized autocracy, militarism, forcible suppression of opposition…’ ” He trailed off, brow furrowing deeper with every word. “Well that simply sounds like monarchy with extra steps.”

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          //I'm js gonna throw some bullshit at you for the sake of the rp
          
          Alexander pushed his glasses up, regarding Rhine with intelligent eyes. "I wrote so much, that I accidentally destroyed the space-time continuum and now I'm here, sir." Alexander pulled a phone that had seen better days out of his pocket. "By the way, do you know how to work one of these? I'm trying to send a letter to the White House, but apparently sending things through the post isn't as common anymore." Alex gripped the phone, gritting his teeth as his gaze went from friendly to angered. "I want to give that orange disgrace a PIECE OF MY MIND."