make national service compulsory and fulfillable by having casual sex with at least six tourists over the age of 40 in a one year period
privatize the acropolis
littlegreenpills posted:
sell the entire navy and airforce to turkey
make national service compulsory and fulfillable by having casual sex with at least six tourists over the age of 40 in a one year period
privatize the acropolis
*arrange famous national treasures to be auctioned off, greek citizens barred from proceedings
*privatize national parks and preserves
*privatize islands that have population under 1,000
*arrange a meeting with military command and hash out deep cuts to all veteran benefits except for generals
*hash out a plan to restructure military from expensive land-projection to a handful of vanity projects ie. stealth bombers and frigates, with major kickbacks for generals
*cut welfare, university funds, retirement benefits (if any), subsidies to heavy industry
Memorize a map of athens, and go out in simple clothing, weaving in and out of large crowds and doubling up on the route, making sharp turns, until lost any tail or surveillance. Go buy some REALLY good disguises, observe youth closely and recruit spies .
Apply partial disguise in an obscure alley, go to a rundown hotel in the "working" "class" side of town, rent a room overlooking the street with a balcony to the acropolis (make sure to give heart-winning tips to the staff). Set up telescope pointed at acropolis, concealing it with handkerchief. Place video camera in dark, irrelevant corner of the room and plug it in to outlet. Take disposable phones and giant magnet with you, hide all the other loot beneath a hidden floorboard you found by intuition, turn the camera on, and leave.
Remove disguise while moving through an agitated, distracted crowd. Link up with youth at their usual hangout spot, and distribute phones, saving one for yourself. Sync up the phones, give them some money, and tell them to keep note of police rumors etc.
Return to the hotel, surreptitiously interrogate staff. use disposable phone to call in a favor from an old friend to come onto hotel staff & be your eyes and ears.
sweep entire number with magnets, every wall and surface, turn over every piece of furniture and corner. dispose of the two dozen bugs. place tape recorder in the fan, place another tape recorder behind toilet, place another one behind the mirror. put on your neon glasses and your Cool clothes and try out some b-boy stances in the mirror. does your chain hang low? does it wobble to and fro? You dont have time to consider this, as you have to transcribe every single contact in your smartphone phone that you need, every piece of information you want to save, before you do a hard factory reset and rootkit. Put heavy-duty encryption and industry-grade security apps on your phone. Make sure you make mental note of the option to turn off encryption on particular phone calls and SMS.
Contact the idiot Dick Branson. Negotiate his discreet Decadent Virgin Party, highball em. Contact a rent-a-cop outfit to provide Gold Man Sacks security to the acropolis, instructing them to set up security cameras.
Contact the woman, set up a playdate. Tip off the youth to prepare for schizo-style gang surveillance. Fire off an email to your buddy in NSA about the unmarked black momcedes hangin around. Send flowers to mom
Set up some meetings with the Turks and the prime minister's office.
Secretly contact a buddy in the state-side PSL who worked closely with KKE leadership for a number of years, aggregate possible leaks/intelligence connections.
Take a shower, change into gucci suit and crocodile skin boots, and head out the door. Tie a thin strand of hair across door lock, put up a "do not disturb" sign, and make sure to let staff know that you don't want any cleaning done. Link up with some banking buddies and local elites, go on a night on the town, making a huge, assholish show of it to anyone that may suspect you'd be doing otherwise!
Stumbling up, you reach into your inside pocket, "Great!" you dimly think as you toss an empty Antipokhmelin bottle out of your jacket. A sharp pain flashes across your forehead.. well, maybe the Rohypnol complicates things, but.. you'll be fine after a glass or two of seltzer.
You move to the mini-bar and prepare yourself several doses of your hydrating cure for all things hungover. As you shake your frilly ass drink, things start coming back to you... You remember meeting with Sergei and Kritisunder from Morgan Stanley, then meeting up with Kristos Genri the boating magnate heir.. There was that woman, Cristi, who insisted she was a friend of your family... That bizarre incident with the police inspector on the street... Seeing one of your street youth at a posh lounge populated by elites... a large crowd of agitated protestors marching down a street towards you and yelling in greek. Wait, that last one must have been a dream. You down a fistful of multivitamins and nootropics thoughtfully
AH! WAIT!
You reach in to your pantspocket and take out your smartphone, excitedly navigating its two security locks (!) and going through voice activation (!!), and YES! the Tape-a-talk is still running! 8 hours of recording.. no matter, you'll skip around while you clean up. It'll help you recall what happened, and for good measure you send a decrypted "MATE! I got throwed last night, hahaha crazy night, what happened??" SMS to the bankey pals. You down the second glass of seltzer cure in one motion. You've always had a big mouth.
Before you hit the shower, you check up on your hidden tape recorders, all still there.. Yes. Gonna have to be more careful. Your smartphone buzzes. It's your old pal in hospitality, she secured the front concierge job. She says she knows someone on cleaning duty, and she'll arrange for that person to keep an eye on your room. Lucky, lucky, some things come easy... A moment of intense paranoia strikes you and you barricade the main door with a sturdy chair. The feeling passes and you step into the bathroom.
In the shower you plan your day. You think about the cryptic Arabic note you received from the youth, and remember the Arab quarter you passed by on your way to the secret hotel room. Did they get to your room already? You'll sneak out the hotel and get an Arab to translate that note for you, it could be something important. Check up on that room too, see if anybody was there. Do you have henchmen? No, you don't. Ridiculous. You do have a very quick aim, though, so you'll have to drop by that unassuming military supply store and pick up one of those reliable revolvers you saw. Contact that gold-men sacks security outfit to introduce new moving targets? You'll be damned if you actually trust anyone here that you don't know personally, that's for sure.
You laugh as you step out of the shower, imagining what Thomas Friedenmann will say. You're really looking forward to that, you love to laugh!
You dress in your simple man outfit, grab your bag with your countersurveillance equipment and some cash, and head towards the door. You have plenty of time before your meetings, the hangover is the best trick in the biz. You should tell your boss you didnt secure any coke yet, maybe it'll buy you even more time.
You turn on all your 'listening devices', start playing lastnight's smartphone recording into one ear, and walk out the door, hanging a "do not disturb" sign on the knob. Your disposable phone buzzes in your pocket.
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jools posted:
buy cheap riot gear from turkey instead of the expensive israeli shit
wow nice antisemitism, welcome to a US liberation bombing campaign
crustpunk_trotsky posted:
...a system by which the wealthy...pay...a small tax
wow nice radical communism, welcome to a US liberation bombing campaign
discipline posted:jools posted:
buy cheap riot gear from turkey instead of the expensive israeli shitAa ha ha you don't know how Aid works do you, friend...
uh but this is europe