Geeze Fossy…you’ve dressed me up there to look like some kind of... the slinky black dress she’d rustled up for Bárbara to wear, along with a black beret ...
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Stolen Election: A Moral(es) Tale
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Migoz2
Senator
If theGeeze Fossy…you’ve dressed me up there to look like some kind ofhigh classcheap tart.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Thought that was the plan BarbGeeze Fossy…you’ve dressed me up there to look like some kind ofhigh classcheap tart.
prtn
Governor
now we get to see barb using elegant outfits!
Enjoy... it doesn't happen often...
“Playing” at being a tart looks like a state of mind where Barb’s concerned, eh? I dunno why the pretense?Thought that was the plan Barb
ledoux
Governor
Uh Barb, this is not where the stuff gets you pregnant, okay?
However, when in this location, it has been known to get women very popular.
Just trying to be helpful.
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New York Times Building, 242 W 41st St, New York City, Wednesday, February 19, 7;19 am
“Jack? What a surprise! Are you here in New York?”
“No! I’m calling from down in Nueva Valencia because I need you to do me a favor. You’re aware, I assume of what happened down here with the recent presidential election, right?”
“Sure. The election was apparently rigged so that the Prez … what’s his name … Mendoza …got himself re-elected. And his opponent …a young woman … nice looking as I recall … has reportedly disappeared. Not my beat, but yeah, I’m aware.”
“Well she … her name, by the way, is Bárbara Morales … and I’m with her right now … is about to be arrested by Mendoza’s security police! But before she gives herself up, she hopes to make a statement. And I think that’s newsworthy and it’s important that the international press picks it up. But there’s very little time. She can’t stall for long. Can you help?”
“I think I get the picture. Hang up and I’ll make some calls. I happen to know someone with CNN who went down there with a camera crew to cover the election. I imagine he might still be there. Where exactly is Morales intending to make this statement?”
“Outside the Burdel Rosa Rojas … it’s a brothel in the Barrio Rojo.”
“A brothel? Holy shit! What a story! Hang up, Jack. I’m on this!”
“Okay, thanks a million!”
*******************
‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez was getting nervous. It had been nearly three quarters of an hour since the Proprietor of Burdel Rosa Rojas had come outside the establishment to confirm that Bárbara Morales was inside, had decided to give herself up, and would be coming out to do so shortly, on condition that she be allowed a short statement.
But over half an hour had passed and she still hadn’t appeared.
He knew that Morales, and likely some members of her security team, were holed up in there. And that they’d probably already captured or even gunned down earlier the five of his men who’d gone in there and failed to return. He wanted desperately to end this thing swiftly and peacefully. Especially given that a CNN reporter and camera crew had just turned up, which meant that somehow the international press had gotten wind of things.
Perez wasn’t sure how that had come about, but he could well imagine that it could put his ass on the line with Mendoza should things go badly. He remembered well Mendoza’s admonition that under no circumstances was Bárbara Morales to be allowed to make a public statement of any kind!
**************
“Alright, I think we should be getting some press coverage soon now,” Jack had announced.
“And the police have agreed to allowing you a public statement,” added Madame Rojas.
“Good, now we stall for as long as possible.”
And so they’d done just that for as long as they possibly could before venturing out. But there was a limit. That they knew. No one wanted more bloodshed
Stationed at the viewing portal in the brothel’s front door, Madame Roja had been keeping an eye on the police. And noting that they seemed to be forming up to undertake what looked like an assault on the premises, she turned to Jack with a questioning expression. Then stepped away so he could take a look.
“Yeah, it’s time. They look as though they mean business. The good news is there’s a CNN truck out there.”
Bárbara nodded. “Yes, it’s time then. Step aside and let me lead the way.”
************
CNN News Central, 30 Hudson Yards, New York City, Wednesday, February 19, 9:25 am
The words ‘CNN’ and ‘Breaking News’ appeared on millions of screens across the U.S., as well as through CNNi on a great many tv platform markets across the world.
A studio news anchor in New York had appeared immediately on screen to announce that the news service had obtained exclusive coverage of a shocking event in Neuva Valencia: the arrest and detainment of the country’s principal left wing opposition leader to the far right regime of Presidente Manuel Mendoza.
“Now to bring our viewers the latest,” the anchorman had continued, “we go to our correspondent on the scene, Juan Martinez … “
A face filled the screen, the face of a middle-aged man, his head swathed in a blood-stained bandage.
“Juan, we understand you were present on the scene, is that correct?”
“Yes, having received an early morning tip that Bárbara Morales, who has refused to concede the recent presidential election here … which is widely believed to have been stolen by President Mendoza … and who has been in hiding until this morning after being charged of multiple crimes by the regime … had agreed to turn herself in to the authorities.”
“Why would she do that? From what we know about the Mendoza regime, any charges against her are likely to be trumped up.”
“Probably so, but we’ve yet to learn exactly what they actually are. In any case, she’s been on the run and apparently the authorities managed, in the early hours of this morning, to learn that she’d taken refuge in a brothel located in one of the capital’s poorest districts. Being trapped there with no way out, our understanding was that she’d agreed to give herself up peacefully with a guarantee that she’d be allowed a public statement before being formally taken into custody.”
“And you and your team were present for her statement and arrest?”
“We were, but as it turned out there was no statement. The security police simply swept in the moment she’d emerged from the brothel and took her into immediate custody. Their methods were swift and brutal, I wish I could show you video, but the authorities also roughed up me and my crew, as well as destroying our camera equipment and confiscating our van.”
“And that presumably accounts for your bandaged head?”
“Yes, as I said things got very nasty almost immediately. I did have a good vantage point and could clearly observe Ms Morales as she emerged from the brothel’s entrance. She seemed calm, and lovely as always … nicely dressed, wearing a sleeveless black dress, silver heels, and a black beret. She was accompanied by a body guard, whom we’ve managed to identify as Jack Smith, former CIA, and now a freelance operative. Also by the brothel owner, who is known as Madame Rojas.”
“You say it was swift and brutal … can you be more specific?”
“Yeah, there was nothing gentle or respectful about it. The security police were in full riot gear, armed with batons and tazers. They were waiting and ready to go from the moment Morales, Smith and Madame Rojas came out of the brothel and headed for the microphone that had been set up for her, presumably by pre-arrangement, probably no more than twenty paces from where they’d emerged. The police were on them in a matter of seconds.”
“Did they try to defend themselves?”
“With what? How? It was actually impossible to see what went on, and my crew and I were already being harassed. What I did see and can tell you about, though, is what happened in the immediate aftermath when they dragged Ms Morales and her companions away from the point of attack.”
“And …?”
“Well, they had her on her feet, more or less, and were propelling her … half dragging her would be more accurate … it looked as though they’d stun-gunned her … between two officers towards a waiting police van. They had her wrists cuffed behind her back. She seemed dazed and had certainly been roughed up. I could see that she had a bloody nose, her hair was in disarray. Her dress had been torn and half-ripped away. I guess one might say she was topless … that is, half naked. I remember noting that somehow she was still wearing one shoe. An officer appeared to have picked up the other one. And when they got her over to the police van, the back doors of which were open, I saw one of the officers literally sweep her off her feet and throw her bodily inside. I still can hear in my mind the hollow thud and her cry of pain as she hit the floor decking.”
“And what about the other two? Smith and Madame Rojas?”
“Smith was a bloody mess. They literally beat the crap out of him. Rojas seemed relatively unhurt. They were loaded onto a bus, along with the other occupants of the brothel, a bunch of whores and their male clients.”
“Any idea where they were being taken?”
“Most likely to one of the regime’s infamous detention and interrogation centers. Oh, and an interesting tidbit I picked up about the brothel detainees … one of them is said to have been a top-level government official!”
“Do we know who?”
“No, but … hang on … something new has just been handed to me … hang on while I take a look.”
“Of course.”
“Oh wow … it seems that the corpses of five policemen have been found inside the brothel … shot down in cold blood … all ambushed and murdered, our source is telling us … allegedly by Ms Morales and her American bodyguard!”
“Well listeners, there you have it. Exclusive reporting, live from Nueva Valencia. Our thanks to CNN’s Juan Martinez!”
“Juan, we certainly will be waiting for more breaking news from you on this story.”
TBC
New York Times Building, 242 W 41st St, New York City, Wednesday, February 19, 7;19 am
“Jack? What a surprise! Are you here in New York?”
“No! I’m calling from down in Nueva Valencia because I need you to do me a favor. You’re aware, I assume of what happened down here with the recent presidential election, right?”
“Sure. The election was apparently rigged so that the Prez … what’s his name … Mendoza …got himself re-elected. And his opponent …a young woman … nice looking as I recall … has reportedly disappeared. Not my beat, but yeah, I’m aware.”
“Well she … her name, by the way, is Bárbara Morales … and I’m with her right now … is about to be arrested by Mendoza’s security police! But before she gives herself up, she hopes to make a statement. And I think that’s newsworthy and it’s important that the international press picks it up. But there’s very little time. She can’t stall for long. Can you help?”
“I think I get the picture. Hang up and I’ll make some calls. I happen to know someone with CNN who went down there with a camera crew to cover the election. I imagine he might still be there. Where exactly is Morales intending to make this statement?”
“Outside the Burdel Rosa Rojas … it’s a brothel in the Barrio Rojo.”
“A brothel? Holy shit! What a story! Hang up, Jack. I’m on this!”
“Okay, thanks a million!”
*******************
‘Capitán de Policía’ Sergio Perez was getting nervous. It had been nearly three quarters of an hour since the Proprietor of Burdel Rosa Rojas had come outside the establishment to confirm that Bárbara Morales was inside, had decided to give herself up, and would be coming out to do so shortly, on condition that she be allowed a short statement.
But over half an hour had passed and she still hadn’t appeared.
He knew that Morales, and likely some members of her security team, were holed up in there. And that they’d probably already captured or even gunned down earlier the five of his men who’d gone in there and failed to return. He wanted desperately to end this thing swiftly and peacefully. Especially given that a CNN reporter and camera crew had just turned up, which meant that somehow the international press had gotten wind of things.
Perez wasn’t sure how that had come about, but he could well imagine that it could put his ass on the line with Mendoza should things go badly. He remembered well Mendoza’s admonition that under no circumstances was Bárbara Morales to be allowed to make a public statement of any kind!
**************
“Alright, I think we should be getting some press coverage soon now,” Jack had announced.
“And the police have agreed to allowing you a public statement,” added Madame Rojas.
“Good, now we stall for as long as possible.”
And so they’d done just that for as long as they possibly could before venturing out. But there was a limit. That they knew. No one wanted more bloodshed
Stationed at the viewing portal in the brothel’s front door, Madame Roja had been keeping an eye on the police. And noting that they seemed to be forming up to undertake what looked like an assault on the premises, she turned to Jack with a questioning expression. Then stepped away so he could take a look.
“Yeah, it’s time. They look as though they mean business. The good news is there’s a CNN truck out there.”
Bárbara nodded. “Yes, it’s time then. Step aside and let me lead the way.”
************
CNN News Central, 30 Hudson Yards, New York City, Wednesday, February 19, 9:25 am
The words ‘CNN’ and ‘Breaking News’ appeared on millions of screens across the U.S., as well as through CNNi on a great many tv platform markets across the world.
A studio news anchor in New York had appeared immediately on screen to announce that the news service had obtained exclusive coverage of a shocking event in Neuva Valencia: the arrest and detainment of the country’s principal left wing opposition leader to the far right regime of Presidente Manuel Mendoza.
“Now to bring our viewers the latest,” the anchorman had continued, “we go to our correspondent on the scene, Juan Martinez … “
A face filled the screen, the face of a middle-aged man, his head swathed in a blood-stained bandage.
“Juan, we understand you were present on the scene, is that correct?”
“Yes, having received an early morning tip that Bárbara Morales, who has refused to concede the recent presidential election here … which is widely believed to have been stolen by President Mendoza … and who has been in hiding until this morning after being charged of multiple crimes by the regime … had agreed to turn herself in to the authorities.”
“Why would she do that? From what we know about the Mendoza regime, any charges against her are likely to be trumped up.”
“Probably so, but we’ve yet to learn exactly what they actually are. In any case, she’s been on the run and apparently the authorities managed, in the early hours of this morning, to learn that she’d taken refuge in a brothel located in one of the capital’s poorest districts. Being trapped there with no way out, our understanding was that she’d agreed to give herself up peacefully with a guarantee that she’d be allowed a public statement before being formally taken into custody.”
“And you and your team were present for her statement and arrest?”
“We were, but as it turned out there was no statement. The security police simply swept in the moment she’d emerged from the brothel and took her into immediate custody. Their methods were swift and brutal, I wish I could show you video, but the authorities also roughed up me and my crew, as well as destroying our camera equipment and confiscating our van.”
“And that presumably accounts for your bandaged head?”
“Yes, as I said things got very nasty almost immediately. I did have a good vantage point and could clearly observe Ms Morales as she emerged from the brothel’s entrance. She seemed calm, and lovely as always … nicely dressed, wearing a sleeveless black dress, silver heels, and a black beret. She was accompanied by a body guard, whom we’ve managed to identify as Jack Smith, former CIA, and now a freelance operative. Also by the brothel owner, who is known as Madame Rojas.”
“You say it was swift and brutal … can you be more specific?”
“Yeah, there was nothing gentle or respectful about it. The security police were in full riot gear, armed with batons and tazers. They were waiting and ready to go from the moment Morales, Smith and Madame Rojas came out of the brothel and headed for the microphone that had been set up for her, presumably by pre-arrangement, probably no more than twenty paces from where they’d emerged. The police were on them in a matter of seconds.”
“Did they try to defend themselves?”
“With what? How? It was actually impossible to see what went on, and my crew and I were already being harassed. What I did see and can tell you about, though, is what happened in the immediate aftermath when they dragged Ms Morales and her companions away from the point of attack.”
“And …?”
“Well, they had her on her feet, more or less, and were propelling her … half dragging her would be more accurate … it looked as though they’d stun-gunned her … between two officers towards a waiting police van. They had her wrists cuffed behind her back. She seemed dazed and had certainly been roughed up. I could see that she had a bloody nose, her hair was in disarray. Her dress had been torn and half-ripped away. I guess one might say she was topless … that is, half naked. I remember noting that somehow she was still wearing one shoe. An officer appeared to have picked up the other one. And when they got her over to the police van, the back doors of which were open, I saw one of the officers literally sweep her off her feet and throw her bodily inside. I still can hear in my mind the hollow thud and her cry of pain as she hit the floor decking.”
“And what about the other two? Smith and Madame Rojas?”
“Smith was a bloody mess. They literally beat the crap out of him. Rojas seemed relatively unhurt. They were loaded onto a bus, along with the other occupants of the brothel, a bunch of whores and their male clients.”
“Any idea where they were being taken?”
“Most likely to one of the regime’s infamous detention and interrogation centers. Oh, and an interesting tidbit I picked up about the brothel detainees … one of them is said to have been a top-level government official!”
“Do we know who?”
“No, but … hang on … something new has just been handed to me … hang on while I take a look.”
“Of course.”
“Oh wow … it seems that the corpses of five policemen have been found inside the brothel … shot down in cold blood … all ambushed and murdered, our source is telling us … allegedly by Ms Morales and her American bodyguard!”
“Well listeners, there you have it. Exclusive reporting, live from Nueva Valencia. Our thanks to CNN’s Juan Martinez!”
“Juan, we certainly will be waiting for more breaking news from you on this story.”
TBC
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ledoux
Governor
Under the laws of this dipshit country, the order also applies to alter-egos, so Barb, zip it!
Fellow Cruxforums members, you're welcome.
Finally they found a method to stop her complaining!Under the laws of this dipshit country, the order also applies to alter-egos, so Barb, zip it!
Fellow Cruxforums members, you're welcome.
Oh, scathed Barbara shall be - the result of many interesting "swift and brutal" methods...(Well, maybe not all so swift. Interrogations can sometimes take a long, long time.)
