Part 5: Power equals...more power apparently?
After wild partying, the cleaning slaves from the tree hugger faction complain to me they can't get that glowing waste moved without turning into mutant freaks and instead propose we declare those places dedicated garbage dumb. I ignore them: if they are supporting the hippies, it means their brains have already mutation flaw and a few additional fingers won't hurt.
Besides, there is a lot more important waste to worry about! This whole island is filthy with that black goo! Luckily my American friends are taking care of it for me.
Some morons got drunk at the party again and propose we play their favorite game again. I don't like the idea. One time was enough already, so I ignore these guys too.
Besides, there are more important projects calling for my attention than simple games. In fact, this project here might be the most important construction project yet for Tropico and the island is simply meaningless without it. Sure, it was expensive, but I just can't fathom, how my people would live without such basic necessity of life.
Faster, build faster you idiots! Every minute you waste having siesta is a minute some of my dear sla...subjects is in agony of waiting and might not make it! Faster, I say!!
Yes! Yes! It's almost ready! Faster!!
Yeeeeehaaaaa! Look at that and weep golden tears, Stalin! Oh, right, you can't because I invested all the loose gold in the world for this 50 meter statue of me in my full 24 carat glory!
It's quite impressive. Almost as impressive as I am. I would thank the artist personally, but I already ordered him shot because he made my nose too big.
Just as I have figured how to make this technical wonder to turn so that the sun always shines on my face, some hippies (relatives of that liberal leftist sculptor probably) are again interrupting my radio broadcasts. Bah! I have better things to do! Shoot them too!
I'm sick and tired of getting notifications of minor nuisances in the middle of nationally important events such as this. Therefore I invest in some guys who have some seriously sun sensitive eyes and kind of clothes that aren't even sold on the island.
And for myself I arrange a possibility to listen more closely to the phone calls of that seņorita next door when she calls her lady friends.
OK, OK, fun time is over. Time to continue operation "My Little Pony" or whatever I called it. The people are now hearing the truth, but some won't accept it. So I build some adult schools for them to further their education.
My unusually competent assistant has already compiled a list of all the people who need some help in their studies. Get on with it then!
Sigh. Looking at that list made me sad. So many dumb people on Tropico. Fortunately there are still some, who are almost as smart as I am.
Among the wonderful praise they also inform me of a treason in my very own backyard: apparently that cretin Juanito on the radio show has pronounced my name wrong! Outrageous! Do something! Well, one thing in particular!
As Juanito learns the importance of grammar competence, the guys in black inform me of some silly children planting firecrackers in those American waste disposal facilities. And these kids call themselves friends of environment!
I would hep the Americans, but I'm busy following the annual cow parade on our main street. On the plus side, the smell of the bovines suddenly started feeling much more bearable after that loud "BOOM".
Look! The first thirty years are over, and the war against monkeys is truly turning into a spectacular victory for us! I would celebrate my success with my oldest supporters, but for some reason I can't find anyone aged over 25 on this island anymore.