My American magical life
Chapter 1100: 133 The Opening Stage of the New Era? Maybe

Chapter 1100: Chapter 133 The Opening Stage of the New Era? Maybe

When the Great Commander and Wolf embraced each other, in another city of California, San Francisco, a special meeting was also taking place.

The leader of the United States Donkey Party’s civil rights movement from the seventies passed away, and to commemorate him, three leaders of the United States Donkey Party even arrived at the scene in person.

The Zip King close to the judicial system, with influence forming its own faction; the King of Civil Rights and Progressive Faction from the Special Intelligence System, Black Satan, reelected for two terms; and Nancy, the King of Capitol Hill, who has been prominent on the West Coast for thirty years and served as prime minister twice.

At the memorial event, the photographers from Fox News did not get the best angle.

Compared to the donkey party media, which leans left, Fox was sidelined just for being a little neutral.

But during the filming, a FOX photographer noticed a special angle.

He adjusted his lens and focus, pointing the microphone in the direction of Black Satan and Nancy.

“Good, just like that, excellent, we can now capture their mouths, just need a lip-reading expert to decipher what they are discussing!”

The three giants stood at the edge of the high platform diagonally opposite the FOX photographer, and in his lens, Black Satan was turning his head slightly, leaning in to whisper to Nancy.

The Queen of Congress of the Donkey Party looked serious, perhaps mourning some deceased soul?

The photographer didn’t know, he just carefully maintained the angle of the lens.

The two bigwigs chatted for nearly three minutes and seemed somewhat dissatisfied eventually.

At this moment, Zip King extended his arm and pointed forward, exclaiming, interrupting the conversation between the two.

“Yibibabaa yibibaaa!”

The two who were whispering glanced at Zip King, realizing that Zip King had just been excluded from their small group of three.

Black Satan and Nancy realized that even without needing to hide from Zip King, conspiring other matters with him still wasn’t very secure.

So, they stopped the communication after a brief discussion.

Soon, the ceremony began, and the photographer also changed the direction of his lens.

But the sound engineer next to him, holding a directional audio device, excitedly said.

“Hey, buddy, I just recorded something explosive!”

The photographer thought his partner had recorded the conversation between Black Satan and Nancy.

“No way, the background noise here is too loud, and the distance is far…”

The sound engineer shook his head, sighed and said.

“Of course not them, they were whispering, I’m talking about Zip King, listen to this.”

The photographer took the earphone, and the sound engineer tuned his partner into the part where Zip King was speaking.

“The girls here are really something!”

The photographer stared in shock at his partner, who was full of excitement.

“Play it again,” the photographer was skeptical.

Soon, Zip King’s distinctive voice reappeared in the noisy ambient sound.

“The girls here are really something!”

“Damn, these people… could it be they were studying this together?”

“Did you just find out today? Anyway, at least our bonus for this month is solid!”

The future and such, if the country’s leaders weren’t willing to consider it, the photographer didn’t want to consider it either.

In a broken world, only fools would sacrifice their own interests to patch up others’ shortcomings.

At least, on this land of America, that’s how it is.

Things always develop in the direction of the least resistance, few people are willing to be the foolish mantis.

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“We are destined to win, sir, MAGA is destined to win, conservatism is destined to win, I have firm confidence.”

Temir’s first sentence set the tone for today’s talks.

Wolf, sitting beside, also nodded continuously.

Wolf and Cheng Daqi, along with Temir, representing the California Elephant Party, had in-depth communication with the Great Commander.

Coincidentally, all four present were big capitalists.

It seemed like a gathering of vested interest groups fighting for their own interests.

“Yes, those crazy progressives see everyone not fully agreeing with their ideals as conservatives, which in itself helps us.”

The Great Commander was very pleased that new-generation elephant party elites like Temir and Wolf were so supportive of him.

Even knowing they were just playing along, this kind of respect still gave the Great Commander a strong sense of satisfaction.

I am indeed a strongman, everyone normal likes me.

“The MAGA agenda has been attacked by the donkey party’s media as worthless, but you and I both know, Wolf, Temir, and, sorry, Chan, yes, Chan, we all know.

The world’s interests are limited, and the greatness of America lies in being the strongest global empire in human history, bringing civilization and freedom to the world, thereby gaining a lot of support and benefits.

But during distribution, there was a problem, Wall Street and multinational capitals, internet giants enjoy the dividends of America’s global empire, but the price they pay is too low too low.

Our allies enjoy the benefits of the trade system established by America, the shelter of America’s military strength, but they somehow are unwilling to pay the fees.

This is absurd, so absurd!

They attack me as the Monroe Doctrine of the New Era, which I don’t really agree with, the Monroe Doctrine is a historical thing long overdue for elimination.

My idea is simple, limit high operating cost items, reduce spending, and revise our globalization plan—can’t let America bear all responsibilities.”

The Great Commander was seriously talking nonsense, Wolf struggled to hold back, awkwardly cleared his throat.

Temir glanced at Mr. Cheng, signaling Mr. Cheng to step forward.

The Great Commander is an honest man, we shouldn’t let him make too much of a fool of himself.