End Transmission
May 31, 2005 11:55 PM
RIBBENTROP MOLOTOV PACT
In the nervous summer of 1939, my hometown areas were squatting quietly inside the newly reborn Polish Republic - a country uncomfortably sandwiched between Nazi Germany and the USSR. Six years later, we found ourselves stuck on the western edge of the Byelorussian SSR, looking with the fat eyes of regrets at our extended cousin networks, which were thriving on the other side of the border. How did this happen?
On August 23rd 1939, when the rest of the world was closing eyes and producing wet dreams instead of looking Hitler in the eyes, the foreign ministers of Germany and the USSR, Ribbentrop and Molotov, met to put their pens upon the greatest and most diabolocal pact that was ever produced. Their primary concerns were to secure non-agression in the case of war, which at that time was already in Hitler's oven. It may seem strange that two such radically oposed ideologies can reach this common agreement, but then like now it is not ideologies that are primordial in strategies, but the real Politik.

What is most profound about this pact is that it contained the famous secret clause that cut up Eastern Europe between Stalin and Hitler. In the end, it is because of this that I am now in Byelorussia and my cousins are not. It is also for these reasons - because these lands upon which I have grazed throughout my life were so deeply impregnated by the blood of many battles - that this history sprints through my cardio-vascular tract. I have learned from the greatest masters how to play these games. These men that I hate but which I must emulate in order to become primo. Everybody knows what the outcome of these old histories is, so I will not bore you with it, but there are three things that are of particular importance to our game:
1. Hitler betrayed Stalin in 1942 and launched operation Barbarosa.
2. Stalin emerged victorious and the USSR was the only country to gain territories in the war.
3. Remember, the most essential clause of the Ribbentrop Molotov Pact was secret.
OUR RM39: The Present Era
The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship:

This is how it began. A message posted soon after I received the first immunity. Clearly this Ritchey was also a keen strategist and deft with politics. She backed the winning horse, unlike Eddie, who became our first victim thanks to his attitude and post.
We formed the core Politbyuro cell of RM39 between us. The agreement was to each occupy ourselves with the recruiting of various sub-cells, to which each of us would have exclusive access as controller, thus gaining our sub-cells' trust and also keeping the greater structure disconnected. The fundamental idea is to make it difficult (or ideally impossible) for the various cells of the structure to communicate with each other independently. Everything must thus pass through the Politbyuro. Furthermore, we endeavour to blur the chain of command by not revealing exactly who was involved in the alliance and certainly not saying who was in the Politbyuro! In this way, we could achieve several results:
1. Our sub-units could not debate with one another about strategy.
We would always create an artificial debate with our sub-cells, giving them two or three options to vote off but always directing them more in one direction. The debate was rigged. The result was expected and programmed.
2. Our sub-units could not plot against us.
Not knowing who was in RM39 meant that each unit was at immense risk if they tried to contact other supposed members of the alliance. If they made the wrong choice, they would be revealing our alliance to the opposition, thus weakening themselves, because they were, after all, members of the strongest group. Also, they risked betraying themselves to the Politbyuro itself, since they did not know exactly what bonds we had with the other sub-cells.
3. Our sub-units could easily be manoeuvred against each other.
In the example of the vote against Lois for instance: she would have been able to foresee her defeat (and possibly defect) had she been aware that RM39 had sentenced her to exile.
I was primary controller of Medya, whom I recruited off the den with this message:

As controller, it was my duty to nurse him into trust, however I never agreed to give him the iPod which he demanded from the very beginning. Ritchey had Lois under her wings and, as far as I am informed, she cooperated suitably with us. Mimi was on a different level. Ritchey and I both had contacts with her, although Ritchey was doubtless her primary contact. Mimi was not part of the Politbyuro (as far as I am concerned) but we always held her in highests esteem and discussed truly and sincerely with her the votings. We also had more reasons to fear her because her posts were always top class and she was more independent in her contacts with the oppositions. I take this occasion, once again, to tip my hat to her, eventhough we are now in opposition.
RM39 also frequently voted in coordination with the so-called "Merit Badgers", although the coordination was only achieved through Politbyuro of course: mainly Ritchey who would iChat with James or Willow. These coordinated votes also helped us mask our identities and number. The sub-cells of our organization would look at the results and wonder if there were really seven members. We also did not seek to crush the Merit Badgers when we could have because we found that it was useful to keep two alliances in order to draw people closer to us (for protection from the other alliance). We also kept Joel in the game longer than expected. This was because I personally appreciate his provocative character but also - from strategics' poinnt of view - in order to polarize the other votes. As long as he was here, the lone voters would vote for him, whilst the alliances voted off the lone voters, thus preserving themselves.
Around Challenge no.5, the threats and rumours of defection grew higher and, surely enough, Medya went across to the Badgers (probably enticed by iPod bribes). It was also very worrying for almost everyone in our organization when Mimi received a vote against her. This further created suspicions against Lois.
Finally, I would like to point out that RM39 was truly the greatest and most massive (visible - because, despite your words Ritchey, it was never secret, never meta) alliance in the competition. Not only from the points of view of strategy but also of excellence: five out of the eight challenges were won by our elites, and this is not the result of strategies and trickeries, but of solid work, creativity, humour and commitment.
R.I.P. : The Bitterest End
I voted my dearest comrade, Ritchey, off. This was by far the hardest, most painful and emotional moment in this game. At the beginning I believed we were but allies in class struggle; in the end I came to realize we had become close friends. Throughout this competition, we spent many hours discussing animals, music, politics and such things over emails and iChats. We shared stories from our homelands, our childhoods, our dinner plates. I gave her tales of famous slavic bisons that wandered far and wide, she gave me the rocky mountains and the giant elephants that swim unto the shores of the Pacific Ocean. These past months have been hard for me here, far from home and missing it, but thanks to my comrade there were many pleasant times and stimulating exchanges.
She was my friend. I loved her. I killed her.
Please accept this homage:
i have a lot of explaining to do...
May 31, 2005 11:35 PM


first of all, i really need to apologize to those who put their faith in me. it hurt that i had to betray them, especially willow. i have lived my whole life full of merit and according to the scout oath... and until now, have done rather well. but the moment i was accepted to this contest, i questioned how far 'honest & trustworthy' would get me. but what happens when i make a promise to be dishonest and untrustworthy? this is a dilemma i toyed with. my conclusion was STALIN. its important to note, however, that part of this pact was to act completely independently of each other until the very end... thus my feeble attempt to rationalize "honestly lying" (something i would only dare do with my mothers age; shes 37). so... i think its absolutely necessary to write this post as such, completely independent of STALIN.
the merit badgers begin with one single comment. i knew right away that this would lead to something special, but lo... it was too late. my alliance had been made, and i had to stick with it. of course, that wasn't going to stop me from making sure 'the merit badgers' would get as far as
possible without breaking the STALIN pact. my only fear was that i would have to one day make that fateful decision between the two; the pact built on love, or the pact built on fear and deceit. i'm thankful i never had to make that decision as lyova did, i know that it was hard for him. and of course it was awful for me to see willow go, knowing there was nothing STALIN could do to help her (that lyova hadn't already done once... sorry mimi). but... see... already im talking about STALIN. enough of him, the badgers are what's important here.
so, as the name suggests, 'the merit badgers' was built off of merit. our quest was to insure that the game was not swallowed by strategy, and encourage votes to be cast according to those that were making the 'least ultimate' posts. but in order to do this and simultaneously guard 'the merit badgers' hides... willow and i still had to utilize strategy (i don't think i have to point out the double irony here). we needed to insure that RM-39 (better known as 'ritchey, mimi, lyova and crew') were well aware that we were honest in our intentions, and that they could trust we would tell them before voting a member off. this meant that while they did intend to vote us off, they would wait until we were the two remaining 'non RM-39ers', because we posed no threat and were a predictable opposing force. of course, it helped that i knew lyova would never vote for me, but there was nothing in our pact that would prevent him from voting off my dearest ally willow.
so. willow and I were very careful to remain in contact with the other alliance, and make sure that they understood our intentions were genuine. unfortunately, my poker face wasn't good enough to fool the others, lyova made the first tactful STALIN move and tipped me off that word of 'JAMES' votes were in the air. this also meant that lyova was in a position where if he had to defend me, it might expose our meta-alliance so, i had to become myself as likable as possible. in the event that voting me off came into question, there had to be enough people reluctant to vote me off that lyova wouldn't be in danger of being the only one opposed. now, i don't necessarily think im that charming, but rather i believe i have a tendency to be overwhelming with my desire to please.. this simply gave me an excuse not to excersize restraint. so, i offered help were i thought it was needed, complemented (a little too much... as always), and even kissed ritchey's toes when i learned she was a member of 'dear nora' and 'the badger king' (no relation to the badgers of the merit kingdom).
but... its also important to note that i was completely honost in such flatteries. i do indeed love ritchey's music (she ranks even higher than kim hiorthoy and david sedaris!!), and i was more than happy to help mimi with her photo's... and of course i do absolutely love mimi's weblog (which deserves this). of course... i did agree to give medya my ipod (something he made requests for from each contestant) if the two of us made it to the top three... that was sort of dishonest of me. but wow, was that ever a weird situation. i don't know how to
communicate with him anymore. im too shy for confrontation, so i've been pretending to be completely ignorant of the whole phenomenon. naturally, thats only because i am at a complete loss as to what to say to him about all this. maybe i'll share some of those MSN chats later, to show what i mean. but what do you say to someone you liked and trusted, when they turn out to be a total loose cannon? god, he was a challenge away from being an honorary merit badger! oh, and lois! i feel awful! she contacted me about joining the merit badgers right before leaving. i had hoped that our honesty would cause the other alliance to crumble and defect, but i had no idea what to say when i knew she was getting voted off with medya in the next round! sorry lois, you would have been an awesome addition to our team. and medya... well... im not really sorry about anything. no... i am. im sorry you think ipod shuffles are really that great; in taiwan people get them just so they can look rich wearing those little white earplugs.
on another note, i've been thinking a lot about a class i almost took a few years back in college. it was a require theme course called 'strategic games' that was suppose to analyze strategy and the use of it in history. there were no papers or test in that class, only games. our entire grade came from our performance in these games... one in each lesson. for the very first class we played an old war game that was invented by... well, i forgot... but i think it had something to do with 'the art of war'. anyhow, it is a two person game where each person writes down on a sheet of paper A or B (and in some versions 'something hard' or 'something soft', aggressive/passive ect). if both players put A, each would get 1 point. if both players put B, they each lost 2 points. if one put A, and the other B, the A would lose 6 points, and the B would gain 6. the idea being that it simulated old battles; back when there were rules against germ warefare, fighting before dawn, straight battle formations, ect ect, and the game assumes that both sides are equally strong. picking A means fighting with merit and obeying these rules, B means guerilla warfare... A and B results in the A getting demolished, and the B gaining a distinct advantage for the rest of the battle, and two B's result in massive losses for both sides.
so... the first day of class we were instructed to pick someone we had never met before. naturally, i picked the next most harmless person in the room (being the incredibly shy dolt that i am). we were then explained the rules of the game, asked not to discuss them with our opponents, then told that the highest scores would get passing grades while everyone else failed. the catch was that our scores would be the result of only the very first round. so... we all played, and it turned out that the battle between my partner and i was the only one in the class that resulted in two A's. unfortunately, that also resulted in two F's, for passing grades for that assignment were only granted to those who had chosen B while their opponent had chosen A. i became really excited by all this, and was determined to prove to this class (mostly business majors) that pacifism was the only true winning strategy in the long run. but... this never happened. the next day i switched into a creative writing class.
the idea remains though, and i've continued thinking about this experience all throughout the ultimate blogger competition. on one hand, i had planned on dealing straight A's throughout the entire game, but somehow, in a rather large step out-of-character, i agreed with lyova to deal out that one final B that would give the advantage to us for the remainder of the game. i sold out on pacifism. i still hope, however, that history will one day reveal how the ghandi's of the world will always win in the long run. if this is truly the case, my one ultimate B will become my ultimate demise, while willow's straight A's will send her to a whole other ultimate victory somewhere well beyond this urban(honking) battlefield.
so... there you have it. my cards are on the table, i have no more secrets to hide... and dealt my one and only B. naturally this puts me in a rather awkward position as far as STALIN is concerned. im rather vulnerable at this moment... should lyova win this challenge (his post is likely to blow mine out of the water, i know this because i've helped with a few pieces already), he could just as easily pick mimi as he could me. and no, i haven't prepared anything in the event that that happens. at this point, no amount of faith will reassure me that an alliance built on B's is beyond turning its back on one of its two founding members. so, i guess thats the hole i've dug with my lies, and i wouldn't dare beg lyova for mercy. im pretty proud of what i've done actually, its a new leaf turned. i've certainly worked hard enough for it.
so, im really very exhausted. please, let me know if there was anything i wasn't clear on, or anything else you'd like to hear more about. i know there are plenty of questions... please ask, im an open book(blog?).
The Incredible Journey
May 31, 2005 06:48 PM
There is no best. It's all subjective, and the fact I'm still here and Willow and Ritchie and Sonny and Crash et al aren't, is all to do with downright luck, and being in the right place at the right time when that tactical email hit my inbox... We're all winners, every one of us. If I was a better technical person I would now have a small video piece of kittens and cute, feral creatures hopping through meadows, with some 'Little House on the Prairie' type themesong, good American heartwarming, sentimental slush. All I have is a picture of a small Jack Russell terrier hastily snatched from Google several minutes ago. I've been at work all day. But...I love you guys. I love you all...

Yeah, whatever.
I'm still here because I'm a writer. I'm not a visual arts expert like James, or a sexy Russian God with an obvious boner, or a cute, versatile bubbly Portlander, or a cute, versatile, funny Portlander, etc etc, but I have words, and along with my ability to kiss butt, some good fortune and strong partners, they're what I wielded as my light saber all the way through this competition. Here's how it went for me....
Challenge One: Ritchie and Lyova email me and tell me to vote for Eddy and that we must forge an alliance. I agree, and omit to inform them I have already voted for Lois, so strong is my desire to seem at one with the alliance. I voted for Lois because she seemed disapproving of me. I dislike disapproval and try and thwart goodness and sense whenever possible.
Challenge Two: Ritchie emails me to tell me she has her period. Me too! We are one. Along with the Russian God, we vote for Karsh. I am indiscriminate in my voting, I'm just asslicking Ritchie and Lyova so they don't vote me off.
Challenge Three: James helps me with my photo, and I win. We refrain from discussing tactics. I sense that James is a gentlemen, and aligned strongly with Willow, who scares me because she is nice. Ritchie, Lyova and I vote for Joel, because Joel is mean, and a bit of a prick. Later on we discover that Joel is actually quite sweet. Oh well. There must be no regrets. We must make sacrifices to construct the empire.
Our attention turns to picking on the stronger contestants, feeling that the weaker will fall by the wayside as casualties of their own accord. We decide Willow and James are great threats, but our efforts to defeat them are thwarted by Willow's immunity. No matter. There are plenty more little puppies with which to make the fur coat. The slaughter continues with the innocuous and gentle Sonny as our next victim.
Challenge Five: Ritchey wins. A pleasing result. One must be supportive of one's comrades. But a tie in the voting reveals our alliance power is waning...
Challenge Six: Putting voting in our hands results in a flurry of realignments. As I work 16 hour days, I miss these emails and realignments. Medya emails me to ask me to let him in on our alliance. I ignore his email as I don't receive it until the last minute. The results of the voting revealed Medya, Lois, Willow etc don't like me at all... my suspicions start to grow about the strength of the Russian God's commitment to the faith after the results. Ritchie and I attempt to assuage our fears with excessive emailing about nothing, and we wave farewell to Medya, who turns out to be the real prick, far more of a prick than Joel could ever aspire to be, and Lois, who lasts with dignity until the end, but was extremely enigmatic and distant and slightly foreboding at times.
Our desire to crush Willow grows. It becomes an obsession with Ritchie and I. We plan her demise deep into the night, relishing the destruction of one so nice. It is sick, twisted, dark. It keeps me alive in those darkest hours of sixteen hour shift days in shitty jobs. It gives me strength. And then... we vote her off, the pinnacle of the game, our game... and immediately both feel really mean for doing so and post nice messages on her blog.
Women are bitches. We suck.
Perhaps, James, you missed out the real truth on your post for Challenge Six, which is that Lyova is actually a woman?
Only a woman could have dealt such a mean card to his fellow comrade and supporter, the lovely Ritchie. I felt Ritchie's fall. She was brethren. Lyova - you are a cunt of the highest degree.
But you're still my dream man.
I know that my former compatriot is ruthless, single-minded, and overwhelmingly onanistic. He overpowers the delightful James with the strength of his duplicity, his charm, and his efforts to satiate his greed for ultimateness. It's so damned attractive. I can feel that my weakness as a woman could lead to my imminent demise, and I am resisting with all my strength.
At first it was indiscriminate slaughter, then ruthless assassination, and now fortune and betrayal.
If I had not won immunity in the last round, I feel sure that it would have been my carcass at the wayside, being pecked at by vultures, and Ritchie would be here now.
To be Ultimate is out of my hands. I dodged the bullets carelessly and gleefully alongside the ever-faithful Ritchie, and survived the double crossing with a timely immunity.
I am now strong, and yet sadly weak, even as the former holder of the blessed US passport bequeathed to me by Urban Honking. The incredible journey is drawing to a close. Is it a passport to Ultimateness, or merely to further treachery, betrayal and a final goodbye?





