Will Turkey ever be a World Superpower again?

[Mortimer]

At one point Turkey controlled 3 continents and even the Austrian Empire paid tribute to the Turks. Will Turkey be World Super Power again? Considering their history they are a race which could do it

[Bezprym]

A crystal-gazer knows.

[Governor]

Nope, they're just puppet, many countries hold it's leash in their hands.

[Mortimer]

A crystal-gazer knows.

for some reason you are a little bit annoying.

[Wadaad]

Kemalism is like a corset...it makes them look good to outsiders but themselves are uncomfortable and wearing it burdens them...so no.

[Mingle]

No, not big enough. Even the UK isn't considered a superpower anymore.

[Queen B]

No.
In order to be a superpower you have to 1) Be big 2) Be rich and 3) have diplomatic + capable leaders.
Tukey is big but that's it . Erdogan is aggresive but he isn't clever about it , and this will cost him.
He is already failing more and more Turkey the last years.

[Armenian Bishop]

Victor Hugo said it well:

"Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows."

[Wadaad]

Victor Hugo said it well:

"Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows."

https://ripostelaique.com/victor-hug...istoire-d.html

[Armenian Bishop]

Victor Hugo's Translated Poem (1822), About the Chios Massacre

The Turks went there. Everything is in ruin and mourning.
Chios, the island of wines, is only a sombre reef;
Chios, shaded by the bushes;
Chios, which in the waves reflects its great woods,
Its hillsides, palaces, and in the evening sometimes
A dancing choir of young girls.

Everything is deserted. But no; Alone near the blackened walls,
A child with blue eyes, a Greek child sits,
His head bent humiliated;
Where he found asylum, clinging to it,
A white hawthorn, a flower, like him
In the great forgotten ravage.

Ah! Poor child, barefoot on angular rocks!
Alas! To wipe away the tears of your blue eyes
Like the sky and the wave,
So that in their azure, stormy tears,
Pass the quick flash of joy and games,
To raise your blonde head.

What do you want? Nice child, what do you have to give?
To reconnect gaily and gaily to bring back
In loops on your white shoulder
These hair, which iron have not suffered the affront,
And weeping scattered around your beautiful forehead,
Like the leaves on the willow?

Who could dissipate your nebulous sorrows?
Is it to have this lily, blue as your blue eyes,
Who from Iran borders the dark well?
Or the fruit of the tuba, of this tree so large,
That a horse galloping, still running,
A hundred years out of his shadow?

Will you, to smile me, a beautiful bird of the woods,
Who sings with a song softer than the oboe,
Brighter than cymbals?
What do you want? Flower, beautiful fruit, or the wonderful bird?
"Friend," said the Greek child, the child with blue eyes,
"I want powder and bullets."