Navarra, including the Corridor and Fuenterrabia because, as Ondarribians like to remind the world “we wanted to be Navarra and they did’t let us!” (plus, as beaches go, it’s closer than fucking Salou).
People who have apartments in Salou, la Pineda or further south will have to choose between that house and the one in Navarra. Good riddance to anybody who chooses that clogged-up monster, say I!
A branch of the Academy of the Basque Language will be opened, with the goal to obtain as much information on local dialects as possible, rather than rolling Batua (the official dialect created by and for Nationalist Basque Party) over said dialects. Those colleges of the Public University that offer diplomas which already existed in the private university will be closed or switched to other fields; the no-strings fellowships from the government will be extended to more fields and levels than they’re currently available for. Oh, and we’ll get the effing cable to every village and farm out there.
Someone else can handle the rest of Spain, have fun with them…
It’s a small area, used to self-government in many aspects; nothing near homogenous (starting with the linguistic aspects, continuing with the 11 microclimates), used to chugging along pacifically. With the exception of half a dozen instances during the XIX and XX centuries when several central governments managed to make us jump, happy to just go our way and let others go theirs, since thereabouts of the X century. Open to visitors, yet at the same time surprised that anybody wants to come visit. Good food, good industry, good schools, good comunications. There are roads that have two lanes to each side, all painted up, then all of a sudden you see a big sign saying “welcome to (neighboring region)!” and the road becomes the kind where two buses can’t cross unless one of them stops to let the other one through. As the song says, we have mountains, we have deserts (that have been used as “Arizona” in movies), we have forests (the masts of the Juan Sebastián Elcano are single pines from those), we have towns. A decent beach is about the only thing we’re missing… Salou wouldn’t be such a bad option (nearest point on the Mediterranean coast) but after razing what’s currently built there. That place is a monster.
Hmm, I’m torn, do I choose Maine, after all, I’m already here, grew up here, and I don’t feel like moving, and as Dictator-In-Chief, I’d have unlimited access to all the lobster I could ever want, I’d train them as my elite (and delicious) attack minions, any not following orders would simply be eaten
BWAHAHAHA! bow before my crustaceous fury, puny humans!
Or, do I take the British Isles (England) and put an end to all the nannystate crap they have to deal with, goodbye CCTV cameras, you want to carry locking knives, fine, you want access to firearms, fine, I’d basically roll back all the stupid nannystate crap and bask in the adoration of my public
anyone caught breaking laws would be banished to Australia, the barren desert part where they’d have to deal with Mad Max
Yeah, carnivorousplant! You could have your own personal Sardaukar, elite warriors emerging out of generations of Darwinian battle-red-in-tooth-and-claw, raised from childhood to obey their officers unquestioningly, devoid of fear of death!
glances nervously at Lord Skald Until you make the Overlord nervous with your obviously superior army so that he has to come and crush you before you’re stronger than him.
Okay, maybe it’s not such a good idea as all that…maybe you should just train them up to be a really kickass choir…
Silly hobbit. Once I’ve conquered the Earth and have installed the sunkiller bomb in Sol’s core–keyed to go off at the instant my EEG flatlines – I am taking the rest of my career off. You guys can civil war amongst yourself as much as you want.
