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The meeting was Wilhelm’s idea, he would go to New York on March 4th to meet the Mayor and Various left wing Representatives such as AOC.
This was a bid to rehabilitate his image with the American left after the “Wilhelmgate” scandal.
Trump had begun furiously posting ahead of the visit.
Donald J. Trump
@RealDonaldTrump
“WOKE Wilhelm is meeting with Stupid AOC. Truly a match made in hell!”
Donald J. Trump
@RealDonaldTrump
“WOKE WILHELM and Alexandria “The Mouse” Ocasio Cortez both hate AMERICA and its PRESIDENT. I HAVE ENDED 8 WARS and AM DESTROYING IRAN! Thank you for your attention to this matter”
Donald J. Trump
@RealDonaldTrump
“MAYOR MAMDANI BETTER NOT MEET WITH WOKE WILHELM! WOKE WILHELM IS A MURDERER AND AN AMERICA HATING ASSHOLE”
And more and more. It was honestly tiring watching Trump crash out, it was sad that a politician was acting so beneath his office.
The plane landed, and Wilhelm was greeted by a maelstrom of paparazzi almost as soon as he exited. He was ushered through JFK and into a car, which would take him to City Hall.
When Wilhelm arrived at city hall he was greeted by the Mayor who ushered him inside. They stood at a podium and answered questions from the press.
“Mr. Mamdani… How do you feel associating yourself with someone who has shot and killed a man, and fed him to the president?” A New York Post reporter asked.
Mamdani quickly responded “I associate myself with all sorts of people, including the president. I see Wilhelm as a potential friend, and his visit could bring attention to our city.”
Another reporter asked a question, “Your Majesty, do you agree with Mr. Mamdani’s socialist policies?”
Wilhelm said “What you find radical here, are actually things most Swedes agree on, like the need for universal healthcare.”
The crowd parted as Alexandria Ocasio Cortez entered the room, “Your Majesty, It’s an honor to meet you. We have much to discuss.”
Long into the night AOC and Wilhelm talked, Wilhelm told AOC to run for president, AOC told Wilhelm to keep Trump distracted.
When Wilhelm arrived at his Hotel room, he was in good spirits. Nothing could prepare him for what is to come.
Wilhelm entered the room to find Lars pacing, “Darling what’s wrong?” Wilhelm asked.
“That B*stard Kristersson!” Said Lars.
“What did he do this time?” asked Wilhelm calmly.
“He’s fanning the flames of a race riot… there is rioting all over the country, 4 people are dead” said Lars.
“What happened, how did this start?”
Lars responded “There was a stabbing, Musk and the right wing Twitter accounts claims that the perpetrator was a Syrian immigrant. The real story is unclear.”
“How bad is it?”
“Really bad” said Lars, “buildings have been set on fire and they are hunting down any one of non Nordic descent.”
“And that B*stard is supporting it?”
“He says the protesters have ‘legitimate concerns’ and are right to express their dismay at the ‘colonization’ of Sweden” said Lars.
“What is August doing?”
“I have no clue…” said Lars.
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What was August doing, well August was plotting how to take advantage of the situation.
Of course he hated the prime minister, the prime minister had revealed his darkest secret. But he knew not to pass up an opportunity when one came his way.
He called the police chief of Stockholm, a man who had connections to August. Someone with the right prodding make the right decision.
Then he called the Cabinet ministers one by one, some seemed hesitant when he explained his proposal, others enthusiastic to be rid of the “big man”. One of the more hesitant ones was the minister of defense, August made a mental note not to forget about him. After all, the shining new era, that was tiptoeing nearer, couldn’t have anyone disloyal to the crown.
He told the police chief, and the army chief to suppress the riots. Using whatever force need be.
He told the army “to do what must be done”, and then he gave a secret order to the police chief, one that would not yet be made public.
He then prepared for his TV Address to the nation, finally he would be seen by the Swedish people, as the wonder that he was.