by Alphaville Herald on 28/04/11 at 3:17 am
by Le Creuset
He's donned typical American apparel; blue shirt, high waist chinos, brown belt. The skin; a rugged "warts and all" look that would set one back several thousand Lindens, coupled with the hazel, sculpted hair he sports, Indeed, Caine Constantine bears the patina of the revolutionary capitalist in his prime. There is something of the huckster, something of the mountebank, and perhaps even something of Narcissis, in his gait. The graces of the statesman, with all casual "hahas" and sycophancy to match.
But it was not always so.
Starting off as no more than an inchoate Communist-troll, Supercool Sautereau, Caine. Constantine led a rag-tag group of like-minded e-socialists and /b/tards to other militaries' sims. With rushing strikes on old bases, which perhaps only now exist in the minds of veterans; John Stark, Jessie, Tatakoto, and many others, Constantine soon established himself as one of the last of the dying age; Slurping cheap vodka in the communist den of Old Jessie, gazing at the gargantuan Portrait of the Vozhd Stalin, Perhaps it was here that the moment of catharsis came to him: The age of the hit-and-run attack, of the free for all, of the lone-wolf, was over. Every military now had treaties, rules, establishments, statutes, alliances. How could a group of Young Turks, wielding a plethora of small arms and scattered by the hand of Greenwich Mean Time hope to compete with the new age of the Military Industrial Complex we now recognise today to be the combat community?
Constantine found (or at least, believed he had found) the solution.
The fundamentals of the idea: A haven for all attackers, military or non-military. A well-regulated sim for the protection of fun and mayhem, the right of the people to kill and maim shall not be infringed. A smattering of IMs, a collection for the sim purchase, an adequate publicity campaign and this haven, this New Jessie, was born.
From 2008 New Jessie went from strength to strength, precisely because of its foundations: Here no military was blockaded, here the weapons infractions and prohibitions, long a source of stagnation elsewhere, were not to be found. Here a spirit of enterprise, of adventurism, of the free market flourished. Yet we find no "invisible hand" in this market of death. Instead, only Mr. Constantine and his iron ring of Administrators and Directors who now run The Republic of New Jessie.
Mr. Constantine now runs an empire that calls all militaries into account; Should he wish, all militaries would have to hand their weapons over to him or risk facing the wrath of New jessie, a hub of advertising and military commerce, a nexus for recruiting, income and reputation-building for any respectable militia. Should their weapons be deemed unacceptable in New Jessie, they are forbidden to use them. Worse, should the military refuse to hand over its technology for testing, it is automatically invalidated. The former Communist reaps the rewards of the venture; Arms companies flock to him, the heads of the greatest militaries obey him, and the average man about grid adores him.
Why then, you might say, is the rubric of this article "Profile in Chicanery?" Surely it was about time someone stood up for the average grunt or became a unifying block in this much-divided community, surely Mr. Constantine is doing a good job. Perhaps. But who gave him this job? There was no application process, no vetting, no decision by the people. Constantine just arrived on the scene and with a little money and some flattery he is now one of the most powerful figures in the Community. However, it is not politically-correct to state that fact.
Indeed, the era of the upstart Roman empire comes to the fore of my mind looking upon Mr. Constantine. When "Pax Romana, pax Augusta" swept through Europe, Augustus denied being the one in power, pointing to the senate as the true masters. In a similar way, Constantine repudiates any titles or honours, having retired several times, but looking past the corrupt, inefficent administrators, one clearly sees it is he who pulls the strings. Take for example Liana Pera, the "other president", along with Mr. Constantine, of New Jessie. An interesting name. The Liana plant being a vine that sends out shoots to glue onto sapling trees and ascend with them towards the light. Liana much in the same way has attained "her" power on the back on Mr. Constantine. The only reason for this is simple: Liana Pera is Caine Constantine. The two president system is a gimmick, an illusion.
But apart from his lack of a mandate, his mysterious origin and nature, and divine ambition. Why is Mr. Constantine a threat to this the military community? The power that he holds is too great, action must be taken to clip the wings of this long-ascendant bird. Open your eyes, dear reader, an ask the old question:
`Quis custodiet ipsos custodes
- Le Creuset