As I visited the Philippines in August to check up on an old friend, basically to observe and report back to Bahrain to my best friend Roberto, I've decided to send it through an official channel worthy of a reporting standard which was Morse code of course. Now time was needed to obtain the damn machine at both ends, and learn the code and as we did and conversed, fate had happened and we stumbled across a communist plot by a certain group in the Philippines. Being the daring do-gooders that we are, we rushed to the country's aid but since no one would listen, we took matters into our own hands. And when we did, we put an end to the plot that had endangered our mother country. In doing so, we were appointed National Heroes of the Philippines. The fame, the popularity all came through, we even had the choice to choose the actors to play us in our film versions.
But all that came with a price..with power comes great responsibility, and darkness and danger raised its head. To fight the menace with unknown identities to save our loved ones, we had become one thing the country needed. Superheroes. Roberto had taken the mantel of Captainalism, a harbinger of capitalism and capital pride. I stood along him as Demoskratos, a upholder of democracy & justice in a toga throwing ballots of votes and crowns. With our presumed identities, we fought off the darkness which had names. The most notable one was Marx-man, a sole supporter of marxism, accurate with his theories, deadly with his Kalashnikovs.
It was an never-ending strive for justice and freedom, for what it was all, parody or not, we were heroes in our own right.
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Please forgive me for the nonsensical post above. It was just a summary of our silly discussion that we had after some coffee that came from Caribou (hence the title reference). I do hope you enjoy the stupid read, stay in tune for more!
But all that came with a price..with power comes great responsibility, and darkness and danger raised its head. To fight the menace with unknown identities to save our loved ones, we had become one thing the country needed. Superheroes. Roberto had taken the mantel of Captainalism, a harbinger of capitalism and capital pride. I stood along him as Demoskratos, a upholder of democracy & justice in a toga throwing ballots of votes and crowns. With our presumed identities, we fought off the darkness which had names. The most notable one was Marx-man, a sole supporter of marxism, accurate with his theories, deadly with his Kalashnikovs.
It was an never-ending strive for justice and freedom, for what it was all, parody or not, we were heroes in our own right.
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Please forgive me for the nonsensical post above. It was just a summary of our silly discussion that we had after some coffee that came from Caribou (hence the title reference). I do hope you enjoy the stupid read, stay in tune for more!
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