I Became Stalin chapter 283

I became Stalin chapter 283

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“… Damn you bastards… .”

The Oval office was filled with pipe smoke like a raccoon den.

MacArthur continued what he was doing, chewing his trademark corn pipe. Whenever something bad happened to McCarthy, he would swear at the rednecks.

His core henchmen were called on Christmas Eve night without a break because of their declining approval ratings, but they didn’t say a word. Because everyone was dazed by the president smoking a pipe while wearing sunglasses.

All foreign expeditions undertaken by the United States were failing, and the approval rating plummeted to the point where re-election could not be guaranteed. Frankly, it was more because of his shoveling rather than the fault of the rednecks, but MacArthur could not admit the mistake to the end.

Although the economic growth rate itself was not lower due to the war than in the Wallace era, the quality of life of the people did not improve much. The total amount of money spent on military spending is tied to the national budget, but the consumption of a lot of military weapons did not make life easier.

“There is no way! Why is everyone silent? Why!!!”

“… .”

His henchmen and staff knew.

I just can’t speak. Rather than seeing a leader who sees only what he wants to see and hears only what he wants to hear, saying that it is nothing but advice and advice, and then gets caught… At the end of the regime, it’s okay to switch to someone else in moderation!

The purge of Marshal Marshall and his “sect” (I don’t know if they actually existed), who opposed the war to the end, only reinforced that perception.

Christmas passed between MacArthur, who was bubbly, and McCarthy, who was shouting for the overthrow of the red-haired outsiders today, among the staff members who were silent and shook their heads.

* * *

Deng, den, den, den.

When the church bell rang, announcing Christmas, people gathered one by one into the church for the Christmas Mass.

In accordance with Salazar’s 3F policy (Futebol, Fadu, Fatima; the policy of gentrification through soccer, music and religion), piety was always emphasized. In Portugal, where the majority of the population is Catholic, piety was Roman Catholicism, and people could not miss the Christmas Mass even if they were noticing.

It was no different for those who had almost fled to their home countries to escape conflict in Angola, Mozambique and Goa in India. No, rather, that’s why I had to go to Mass.

While tens of percent of the nation’s finances were poured into battles for colonial wars, the welfare provided to them was nothing short of that. In their hometown, the church was the only thing that gave something to those who were driven out of their hometown, and even provided spiritual comfort.

So people flocked to each other. to the church, to the church.

Until I hear someone scream on the way.

“My son! Give me back my son!”

“!!!”

An old woman in a black veil was hitting the ground and weeping. When holding Mass in a cathedral, it is a principle for common goddesses to wear a white veil (Misabo), but for funerals or widows, they wear a black veil.

Is it because I lost my son? Or is it because she is a widow? Maybe it was both, I didn’t know. Of course, in this day and age, it was common to see such a sight, so people looked at the old woman with pitying eyes.

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“You can’t do this here!”

However, not all of them had the innate human emotion of compassion. A group of police officers blew whistles and ran from the other side of the street.

Standing for a long time in the cold street on Christmas was very unpleasant, so they didn’t look very good. In order to prevent unforeseen unrest, the police authorities deployed a large number of personnel in the city area, but the frontline police officers, who were equally religious, were grateful that they could not even attend Christmas Mass.

“Come on, come on, let’s go. Mother, if you do this in a place like this… .”

“Give back my son! You gang of thieves! Pharisees, offspring of vipers!”

“… what one? drag… No, I will take you.”

The old woman began to use evil when two young police officers of strong physique clashed side by side. The middle-aged man, who appears to be the commander of the police, shook his head and ordered that the old woman be taken away.

“On a good day… Why are you like that? Young friends, you too! Can I do this to an old man or not? When I was younger… .”

“Sir, if you do this now, you may be arrested for obstructing the execution of official duties.”

“Are you threatening me now? Do you know who I am?! I’m with your chief of police, uh, uh!”

An old gentleman with gray hair walked out of the crowd with a cane. The middle-aged police officer tried to treat the old gentleman with dignity and dignity at first glance, but he could not stand the anger as he swung his cane in front of him.

“Oh, are you? Then go to the book and find out. From now on, all those who interfere will be arrested for obstructing the execution of official duties. this… Go to bed too!”

“Yes!”

“What? Hey, let this go! young guys… .”

“father!!!”

Suddenly, things started to grow when I was trying to drag an old woman who was making a fuss. I was quietly trying to appease the old woman and drag her away, but the middle-aged policeman saw the crowd crowding, and cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck.

The young man who called the old gentleman his father was even wearing an officer’s uniform. He put a bandage around his neck and grabbed the collar of the police officer who was taking the gentleman away, and he shouted with evil.

“Damn you bastards! Is this what you are doing when you came back from going to India and almost lost it? Are we you bastards?”

It was questionable why they were holding and asking the lower end police. The young officer’s grievances were pouring down on the police, but in fact he was targeting the state power behind him.

More and more people gathered. The old woman wept bitterly and complained about what had happened to her son in Angola. The young officer, the son of an old gentleman, even started a fight with the police. His friends or whatever, young men in military uniforms rushed in from far and wide to join the fight.

‘ruined… .’

The riot, which the police had to calm down, did not subside but began to escalate like a riot. A police officer was hit with a stone to see if someone had thrown a stone, and he fell down bleeding. There was a creaking sound as if the windows of a nearby store were broken.

“Go away, Salazar! Stop the war!”

And in the meantime, as political slogans erupted, the situation escalated out of control.

“Go away! Go away! We reject a useless war!!!”

“go away! You bastards of Salazar!”

Even people who were already attending Mass from a nearby church heard a murmur outside, so they got out one by one and started to watch what was going on.

The police officers, who were only a handful of squeaks, could not use their hands to see dozens of angry young men rushing at them. It was a holiday, so there weren’t many police officers working in the first place, as fellow police officers from the surrounding area couldn’t even come to the reinforcements.

“hurray! hurray! Long live the free Portugal!!!!”

* * *

Large-scale protests broke out on Christmas Day in Portugal, where they were dragged around with little help from NATO in the colonial wars between India and Africa.

“It is analyzed that dissatisfaction with the increasingly deteriorating standard of living and huge military expenditures overlapped with the repulsive sentiment against the regime. The main focus of the protest was young officers… .”

“Can we start the uprising a little earlier?”

“… Yes. It seems possible.”

The young Portuguese officers were very dissatisfied. In fact, the treatment of Portuguese officers was not so good compared to Southern Italy, where the military was destroyed and similar mafia fill the positions and share their share, and Spain, where the treatment of soldiers was good because the military took power.

As usual, young, poor, but bright talents have chosen quite a few military academies, which offer free education and employment guarantees. However, due to the cost of warfare and being a poor country in the first place, Portugal did not treat them properly.

‘Poor officers should marry bourgeois women!’

If that’s what the Portuguese government actually said to the officers who complained about the lack of living, would they be dissatisfied?

An incompetent government and high-ranking generals had even suffered a crushing defeat in India, and their discontent began to boil over dangerous levels. Secret Communist circles within the officer’s corps prepared for a coup by enlisting their comrades, funded by approaching Soviet NKVD agents.

Fundamentally, the head of a civilian regime and an economist, Salazar, although he had seized power through economic growth, was not adept at taking control of the military and crushing it with force.

Despised for the bloody rule of Franco of neighboring Spain, who had seized power by executing hundreds of opposing parties, he seemed unaware that the most powerful weapon he should have in his hands, the military power, was about to stumble.

“Good. then… Let them trust their own judgment.”

“Yes! I understand, Comrade Secretary General.”

The elements that would lead the revolution were already prevalent in Portugal and were boiling over. The masses who are dissatisfied with the system and want to build a better world, as well as socialist intellectuals who are critical of the status quo, and even those who seized the actual military power!

There were not only soldiers, but also the masses who could support them. The unions, destroyed by the authoritarian regime, yearned for reconstruction, aiming for the time of hositamtam. Outraged by the low wages and scarce welfare, they wanted to improve their treatment by forming a union and ultimately overthrowing the government.

“McArthur was also caught on fire… Now, I’ll have to wait and see how the limbs fall off one by one. heh heh heh… .”

“Pooh, puhuh… .”

MacArthur’s *Al, tens of thousands of American soldiers captured in Calcutta were either killed or surrendered one by one due to the tightening siege.

Our song ‘All I need in Christmas is You’ seemed to seriously stimulate their emotions. Only hundreds of people who heard it and surrendered?

In any case, he gave me generous treatment and sent me to a suitable camp, showing a future where NATO will be controlled. The US will be stuck and will have to watch its European allies fall apart as their own regime collapses.

Similar riots are taking place in Spain and southern Italy, which have very similar sentiments and nationalities to Portugal… .

“that… Comrade secretary? A dispatch has arrived from the British side.”

“Well? Something?”

As the NKVD agent quietly entered the meeting room, he whispered something to me and said proudly to me.

“British Prime Minister Anthony Eden has announced his resignation after taking responsibility for the Calcutta disaster.”

“!! Is that really it! Very good!”

Anthony Eden, who strongly insisted that it was now in a state of war, was able to remain in power for several years as a semi-aggressor. After the end of World War II, the Conservative Party had that much power, expecting a great victory in the splendor of the late Churchill. But now that’s over.

But there was something else that was really good.

“Now MacArthur will hear something similar.”

From Portugal to Southern Europe, from England to America! These storms that would spread were eagerly awaited.

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