Oh, el Presidente has mucho, mucho interests.
Unfortunately, Monica seems to have either left the island or ran off to the woods. Must not be free enough for her, I guess. Pity, I was hoping to one day make her el Presidente's intern. She has a fitting name, too.
Our year end balance sheets look quite impressive. 10,000 worth of tobacco has been sold, and about as much lay at the docks ready to be shipped out. The treasury stands at a healthy 9,000 with the tenement still under construction. Have I not promised three years ago that sensible management of Tropico's farming will bring us prosperity? Here it is.
Not a lot has happened in the past two years. The first tenemtent has been finished and settled by our essential workers and married couples and works on the second housing project continue on schedule. The religious faction seem concerned about the lack of temples on the island. Theirs are valid concerns, I find, but construction of a church will have to take a back seat to the more urgent issue of housing the people. The shacks in which majority of them still live are absolutely awful. It is a disgrace to us all. Exports of tobacco have boomed, joined by whatever papaya our groves produced over and above the needs of the people. The treasury now stands at 44,000! Now that we have the funds to finance wider construction, perhaps a second construction office is in order. I will have my people see to it.
Because of our newfound prosperity, the pay of uneducated workers island-wide has been raised to 6. Educated workers' pay remains at 12.
I am also saddened to record that one of my soldiers and loyal friends has died of natural causes. This great defender of Tropico will be sadly missed. As there is no fit replacement for him among our own people, I am forced to enlist the aid of an international employment agency to attract a foreign-trained soldier. It is a risky business, as a lot of foreign immigrants seem to have very high liberty expectations, but it is the only thing I can do. This sad state of affairs underlines the urgent need of education facilities here on the island.
The overseas recruitment drive went better than I expected. Our new warrior is one Ivan Moore from Nassau. At 30 years old, his only loyalty is to the militarist faction, and his liberty hunger is very modest. A 2, I would say, on a scale from 1 to 10, the latter being the most freedom-loving. He is more concerned with his job and the respect of his leader, which he seems to have plenty of. The only bad thing I can say about Ivan is his poor courage, but as we don't expect any serious trouble soon, it should never come into play. I hope.
Our revenues have dropped slightly compared to the boom of last year, but the economy is still quite healthy. The second tenement has been finished, as has been the second construction office, and a foundation for the church has been laid. Even with all the extra expenses, our treasury still rose above last year and now stands at 49,000. As the economy is in great shape, I am thinking of enacting a 'special' building permit. After all, it was me who brough this prosperity to the people. It is only fair that the leader takes a small share for himself.
Hmm, the first test of my strength by the foreign spies still loyal to the old Presidente, may he rest in peace. The have subverted one of our very own citizens, Consuela Wall, to protest publicly against my fair leadership. Or perhaps she is one of the spies herself? I wonder. She is complaining about her job and her housing, while living in the best tenement on the island and making more money than she did under the old regime. No, she is definitely a spy! But I must keep my head cool and be gracious. Consuela has a large family and I would hate to take away their mother and wife. Perhaps she is simply misguided. I will give her a few months to change her mind and stop, but if things get worse, she will be dealt with. I must be gracious, but I must also be decisive.
What a good girl. Consuela realized her mistakes and no longer protests. The foreign spies may be very persuasive, but our people are also very smart. They realise the lies sooner or later. Perhaps I ought to invite her to the palace and congratulate her personally... in a very, very close fashion... Hmm, no, that will just cause her to resent me further.
The church has been completed and I have enlisted the aid of the same overseas agency to attract two skilled priests, who will be tasked with saving the souls of our people. My next order of the day is the construction of a clinic.
One of our farmers - Edgar Cadiz, is protesting. The fool is most unhappy with living in his meager shack, but also has complaints about liberty, his job and me, personally. As previously, I will monitor the offender closely.
Edgar Cadiz has finally stopped his silly protesting. Took him long enough!
The intellectuals are complaining about the lack of liberty on the island. Fools. Haven't they seen how much things improved since the old regime was removed? Do they want me to stop caring for the needs of the people and start caring about how to get reelected? Or do they wish our bold soldiers to stop patrolling the streets and allow thieves and foreign spies to run amock? Only criminals would want that. Are they criminals? I wonder.
The exports dropped slightly again, but the treasury still grew to 53,000.
The exports have bounced back up, putting us at 57,000 despite the construction of another tenement, in place of shacks close to the farms. The intellectuals are complaining about the lack of high-school. I couldn't agree more with them, especially after the outrageous fees the treasury paid to attract two foreign doctors, two priests and one more soldier. As soon as possible, we will have a high school.
I have personally presided over the grand opening of the island's third tenement block, conveniently locaded close to the farming district. Now most of our people should have decent housing. I feel quite happy, delighted at the warm welcome the farmers have given me. Especially the single 26 year old Analisa Zapato. She was so thrilled to get her new flat, she invited me in to personally inspect it. Hehe, I haven't had it this good in a while. She must really love her ruler!
"Oi, Pablo! Arrange me an appointment in the clinic." Those scratches on my back are still hurting.
Pablo has informed me that "the people may be calling for an election next year". Fools. Who are those "people"? What are their names?! Good people love me. They don't need elections and anyone demanind it is surely a spy. I will instruct my soldiers to be extra vigilant and report those dissidents who seek to unseat me and plunge Tropico back into chaos.
In the meantime, I have ordered the construction of an immigration office, an appartment building to house those most valuable to our society and finally an airport. Yes, Tropico will soon become a hub for great flying machines. Not only will it boost diplomacy and business of our island, but most importantly, I need somewhere to operate my personal jet from! I hear those things really help you to pick up chicas.
Rosada Fernandez, of all people, was noticed briefly protesting in front of the church against the lack of religion on our island. She is a good woman, the head of my Foreign Ministry, while her trustworthy husband is one of my loyal palace guards. She was, of course, right. The two priests simply could not cope with the influx of parishoners. I only wish she could have brought it to my attention in a more discrete manner.