04-09-2010, 03:37 AM
Before you start reading this, you should know that this is a FICTION. I made it up.
The black 740 came to a complete stop. The Prime Minister's limo was now completely surrounded by the anti government protestors, calling themselves the 'red shirts', and their numbers kept growing.
By now they have completely circled the Prime Minister's motorcade in many layers of people, and the authorities were totally isolated from the outside.
The people kept shouting stuff at the top of their voices, and that loud voices were amplified by the powerful amplifiers which they brought at the back of a pickup truck.
The noise was deafening. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but profanity was the main point they were trying to blast out of their loudspeakers.
The crowd roared and cheered, as if they've reached a certain objective. Obviously, isolating the Prime Minister's motorcade was their first objective.
For a moment, it wasn't clear as to what was going to happen next.
Now they've successfuly surrounded the cars, what next?
It was as if they had not expected to succeed, therefore they didn't have the next plan.
And in the middle of the confusion, the backdoor of the black BMW 740L limousine made a clacking sound which seemed to sound louder than normal.
The people were pushed back from the door. They became silent.
And as the door opened slowly, the people backed away, leaving the space of about a boxing ring in front of the door.
Still within the silence, a man exited the car.
A tall man.
A tall and well built, a bit like an elegant movie star.
But the man commanded fear rather than cheer. The man wore pitch black suit with pitch black shoes. He wasn't wearing necktie, and his shirt was black too.
The man stood on the floor, his two feet planted firmly on the concrete.
Stretched his arms and fingers a little bit, and used his finger tips to remove the shades, revealing a pair dark cold eyes. He puts the shades in one pocket, pulls out a Desert Eagle from another pocket, slides the chamber in fluent motion, and without any hesitation, fires two shots into the air.
The noise was deafening but the silence that followed was even more deafening.
With a sweeping motion, he looked at the faces of the people standing in front of him. The now-scared-shitless-redshirts.
"Now what?"
He shouts with smirks on his face.
"Now what?!"
He brandishes his Desert Eagle and shouts at the top of his lungs, mouth foaming,
"You wanted the God damn Prime Minister, so here I am, you mother f#ckers! I'll piss on your mothers' graves so come on you bastards... come on and do something!"
And he chuckles and adds,
"You pussies..."
The people are quiet. They are still trying to digest the verbal insult that just came out of the Prime Minister's Oxford graduate mouth.
The people murmured amongst themselves, and eventually one of them shouted,
"LOOK, the Prime Minister speaks the same language as us! He speaks our tongue!"
Then everyone nodded showing huge amount of approval.
"The Prime Minister is same as us!"
Somebody shouted from the crowd.
"We are the same!"
Another shouted. And soon they where cheering together the Prime Minister's name.
With a stroke of bravery and sheer stupidity, the Prime Minister had turned the table around and turned Thailand into one of world's wealthiest country in the and he stayed to serve the Prime Minister's term until the time of his natural death.
For 40 years, Prime Minister GGrass legalized ganja in Thailand, and that was the key to his success in bringing peace and unity amongst the people, and at the same time bringing in revenue from the outside by becoming world's number 1 tourists' destination and staying at number 1 position all through his 40 years.
After first year of legalizing ganja in Thailand, Bangkok overtook Amsterdam as the number one destination for artists and people with talent and dream, therefore brining in a lot of culture and art from all over the world.
After the death of Prime Minster GGrass, Thailand finds herself as Asia's number one economy, and also holds the title of the World's happiest country.
Following the success of Thailand under Prime Minister GGrass's ganja friendly policy, which will later be known as GGrass Plan, other nations experimented with their version of GGrass Plan and many of them have benefited as well.
One year after the death of Prime Minister GGrass, the citizens of the Earth honoured the dead Prime Minister by naming a plant after him.
The black 740 came to a complete stop. The Prime Minister's limo was now completely surrounded by the anti government protestors, calling themselves the 'red shirts', and their numbers kept growing.
By now they have completely circled the Prime Minister's motorcade in many layers of people, and the authorities were totally isolated from the outside.
The people kept shouting stuff at the top of their voices, and that loud voices were amplified by the powerful amplifiers which they brought at the back of a pickup truck.
The noise was deafening. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but profanity was the main point they were trying to blast out of their loudspeakers.
The crowd roared and cheered, as if they've reached a certain objective. Obviously, isolating the Prime Minister's motorcade was their first objective.
For a moment, it wasn't clear as to what was going to happen next.
Now they've successfuly surrounded the cars, what next?
It was as if they had not expected to succeed, therefore they didn't have the next plan.
And in the middle of the confusion, the backdoor of the black BMW 740L limousine made a clacking sound which seemed to sound louder than normal.
The people were pushed back from the door. They became silent.
And as the door opened slowly, the people backed away, leaving the space of about a boxing ring in front of the door.
Still within the silence, a man exited the car.
A tall man.
A tall and well built, a bit like an elegant movie star.
But the man commanded fear rather than cheer. The man wore pitch black suit with pitch black shoes. He wasn't wearing necktie, and his shirt was black too.
The man stood on the floor, his two feet planted firmly on the concrete.
Stretched his arms and fingers a little bit, and used his finger tips to remove the shades, revealing a pair dark cold eyes. He puts the shades in one pocket, pulls out a Desert Eagle from another pocket, slides the chamber in fluent motion, and without any hesitation, fires two shots into the air.
The noise was deafening but the silence that followed was even more deafening.
With a sweeping motion, he looked at the faces of the people standing in front of him. The now-scared-shitless-redshirts.
"Now what?"
He shouts with smirks on his face.
"Now what?!"
He brandishes his Desert Eagle and shouts at the top of his lungs, mouth foaming,
"You wanted the God damn Prime Minister, so here I am, you mother f#ckers! I'll piss on your mothers' graves so come on you bastards... come on and do something!"
And he chuckles and adds,
"You pussies..."
The people are quiet. They are still trying to digest the verbal insult that just came out of the Prime Minister's Oxford graduate mouth.
The people murmured amongst themselves, and eventually one of them shouted,
"LOOK, the Prime Minister speaks the same language as us! He speaks our tongue!"
Then everyone nodded showing huge amount of approval.
"The Prime Minister is same as us!"
Somebody shouted from the crowd.
"We are the same!"
Another shouted. And soon they where cheering together the Prime Minister's name.
With a stroke of bravery and sheer stupidity, the Prime Minister had turned the table around and turned Thailand into one of world's wealthiest country in the and he stayed to serve the Prime Minister's term until the time of his natural death.
For 40 years, Prime Minister GGrass legalized ganja in Thailand, and that was the key to his success in bringing peace and unity amongst the people, and at the same time bringing in revenue from the outside by becoming world's number 1 tourists' destination and staying at number 1 position all through his 40 years.
After first year of legalizing ganja in Thailand, Bangkok overtook Amsterdam as the number one destination for artists and people with talent and dream, therefore brining in a lot of culture and art from all over the world.
After the death of Prime Minster GGrass, Thailand finds herself as Asia's number one economy, and also holds the title of the World's happiest country.
Following the success of Thailand under Prime Minister GGrass's ganja friendly policy, which will later be known as GGrass Plan, other nations experimented with their version of GGrass Plan and many of them have benefited as well.
One year after the death of Prime Minister GGrass, the citizens of the Earth honoured the dead Prime Minister by naming a plant after him.