#El Presidente

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[heffalumpfreezone]

All hail El Presidente

[tilbageidanmark]

Pepe Mujica, Uruguay's former president, and the only politician I admire, is battling cancer.

[drethelin]

Waited outside the opera house in Buenos Aires to shoot the president of Argentina, Javier Milei, and he fortunately posed a bit for the small cheering crowd

[amatobrooklyn]

you ask me for permission to build your hut, but you don’t even remember my account number at the Swiss Bank 💅💅💅

Glory to El Presidente! To the most honest ruler of the Banana Republic "Tropico"!

[pedroam-bang]

Far Cry 6 (2021)

[splintersiry]

I have two sides:

Penultimo simping for both versions of his beloved leader

And my own baby Fritz Splint as a god damn cockroach

[7thcirclebaker]

I think we should make July 21st a challenge day, where you try and get a spritzer for Lunch as close to your office as possible without getting called into the office for work

[lextalioniss]

closed starter - @elpresidentclocation - police station time - Saturday, late morning

Erik was never particularly fond of the NOPD building, though not for the reasons one would assume given his affiliations and track record. It was an ugly, muscular structure of oat-coloured slabs and barred windows, a massive monolith to order and discipline, entirely rid of any sort of character. It felt like dead space, like something malignant growing in the midst of the city, slowly sucking all the colour and whimsy from its surroundings. The city was alive in his mind, and these sensible constructions almost felt like wounds upon its flesh. God, he sounded like Gladys.

It was sometime in the morning, the sunlight thin and watery, insubstantial against the bare skin of his forearms as he leaned against a pole, waiting. He'd rolled up the sleeves to minimize the sight of bloodstains and was tapping a cigarette against the case, antsy, wondering if he should just head home. It'd be easy to say he had to leave because he was an unsettling sight for the Saturday morning crowds, except Erik was always a bit unsettling, and never particularly concerned with it. And why would he? He'd said it himself - it would all be as it had been before. He tapped the cigarette once again and lit it. It was his first since they'd taken him in sometime during the night, and he closed his eyes to revel in the moment. No, not morning. Closer to noon. The city was too alive with noise.

He opened his eyes just as Robinson exited the building, gaze trailing her as she descended the steps. This is familiar - he reminded himself - it'll be easy to play along. So he did. "I really should start getting caught closer to the 4th district," he said thoughtfully, as if the statement wasn't entirely vague and cryptic. He cast another glance at the building, then pushed himself off and walked towards Minerva, languid, unconcerned, mildly irritated by the design choices. "At least that Egyptian Revival abomination of a station has a fucking modicum of personality. Though it is a bit ridiculous."

He held the cigarette to up as if to take a drag, ready to head away, then stopped with the filter held just shy of his lips, eyes narrowing as he turned back and got a proper look at Robinson. "I'm only just noticing - must have had a concussion - but aren't you all dolled up?" He blew the smoke out, considering her, a sly tug at the corners of his lips. "Don't tell me I'm interrupting something." But his words lacked due consternation, and he ended up sounding thoroughly amused - which he was, in all fairness. "Well, I'll be quick then. To answer the usual questions - yes, most of my blood is on the inside, where it's supposed to be. No, I'm not going home. I'm going to Gladys' townhouse, and she is much less fretful than mother so all the blood that is on the outside can stay there without causing distress." He tipped his head sideways, still observing Minerva with an amused glint to his eyes before he cast his gaze down the street, in the general direction of his grandmother's house. "I do usually stick to a strict diet of no Gladys before noon but..." He hummed, thoughtful, then looked back at her. "I must beard the burden valiantly. So, are we heading in the same direction or pretending not to?"

[afteryesterday]

El Presidente, Tropico 1 appearance.

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[zmeyel]

Translations seem to be going with “Sovereign” for U-Olga Marie’s title now compared to the “President” that fan-translations originally used. While I initially thought sovereign sounded cooler/more imposing and fit the supposed Beast VII, post LB7 and how it portrays amnesiac U-Olga I think using “President” actually could have been a very interesting exploration of who should be making decisions about the future and a further discussion about the series-wide idea of imposing your ideals on others.

Across the franchise we’ve been presented different stances about imposing your own ideals on the world regardless of the wishes of others. In Fate/Zero, Iskander and Gilgamesh endorse such imposition as the markings of a hero and what it means to be a king. The fate and ubw routes of the original novel, to different degrees, present Shirou pursuing his ideals as at least something admirable even if they clash against common sense and structure of the rest of the world.

Conversely, multiple fgo events have antagonists whose goals and motivations Chaldea find sympathetic/positive but still reject the antagonist’s decision to force their idea of a better world on everyone else. But at the same time many of our main allies are people who did exactly that in life even if some feel a bit bad about it now.

But a “president” is someone whose authority to act comes from ostensibly being chosen by the masses. It could have been interesting to have U-Olga argue her actions are more justifiable than Chaldea’s since as President of Earth she represents the masses (maybe have Alaya side with her for awhile and Gaia sides with Chaldea or something).

Recent revelations about the Foreign World seem to go against any of what I just said but it was fun to think about at least.

[opera-gx-official]

Hey OperaGX, I love your shoelaces!!

thanks, i stole them from the president since he was too senile to notice me untying his shoes

[thedestructionofgrace]

Just finished s4 of Mayans MC. EZ is ripping my heart into pieces, gaby?! Jay-jay?! Freya?! Making himself president?! The second half of this show (s3-4) has gotten so dark so quickly, it’s killing me man 😫😭

[gabrielerner]

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