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"I had learned this morning that Mr. Buchanan had taken exception to my remark on Saturday last that I should feel that I was deserted by my political family if the members of my Cabinet should call on the President-elect before he called on me. The remark was made because it might have happened that if my Cabinet called on General Taylor he might not afterwards have chosen to call on me at all. As General Taylor belongs to a different political party from myself, and as it was his duty to call on me, if he desired to exchange civilities, I thought it was due to their own self-respect as well as to me that my Cabinet should wait until General Taylor paid his respects to me before they paid their respects to him. In this view all the members of the Cabinet expressed their concurrence on Saturday, except Mr. Buchanan. I learned this morning that Mr. Buchanan had said to a member of the Cabinet that notwithstanding my remark on Saturday he had left the Cabinet-room resolved to call on General Taylor on that day, as General Shields by appointment had called at the State Department to accompany him. He did not, however, do so; but called on General Taylor yesterday, immediately after General Taylor had called on me. Mr. Buchanan is an able man, but is in small matters without judgment and sometimes acts like an old maid."
-- President James K. Polk, on his Secretary of State James Buchanan, shortly before the inauguration of Polk's successor, President-elect Zachary Taylor, in an entry in Polk's remarkable and often immensely petty personal diary (which he religiously updated throughout his Presidency), February 27, 1849.
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A vote for Jill Stein is a vote for Donald Trump. Despite that, people will make idiotic excuses for voting for a guaranteed loser who would help end American democracy as we know it.
If the people who voted for Jill Stein in Michigan, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania in 2016 had instead voted for Hillary Clinton, Donald Trump would never have been elected and his three fanatical anti-abortion appointees to the US Supreme Court would still be picking their noses as judges at some lower courts.
Seriously, even Jill Stein's adult children won't vote for her. She's a terrible egotistical person. No wonder Trump adores her.
At best she is what might be called a vanity candidate, at worst she's a willing dupe for Putin.
I previously wrote about Jill Stein and the hopelessly impotent US Green Party here and here. Between Jill Stein and Ralph Nader, the Green Party has done more than any other US grouping to harm the environment, human rights, and American democracy this century.
The best way to think of the Green Party...
Get Republicans Elected Every November
Don't let anybody spout support for Jill Stein without challenging them.
P.S. Just a reminder that the last year a non-Democrat or non-Republican was elected president was 1848. And that will not change in 2024.
#a vote for jill stein is a vote for donald trump#jill stein#jill stein's own kids won't vote for her#spoilers#green party#ralph nader#1848#vanity candidate#third parties#donald trump#vladimir putin#trump and putin support jill stein#jill stein is a tool of putin â#us supreme court#scotus#jill stein helped to kill roe v. wade#lawrence o'donnell#election 2024#vote blue no matter who
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The first Swiss Federal Council was elected on November 6, 1848.
#first Swiss Federal Council#elected#6 November 1848#Bundeshaus#Bern#Bundesplatz#Federal Palace of Switzerland#architecture#day trip#cityscape#landmark#tourist attraction#Cultural World Heritage Site#Hans Wilhelm Auer#Bundesplatz 3#anniversary#Swiss history#Switzerland#Schweiz#original photography#River Aare#fall 2019#spring 2009
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A year to keep in mind...
In every presidential cycle, third party presidential candidates say something like, "it will be different this time!" but of course it isn't.
Just ask people who voted for...
President Strom Thurmond (1948)
President Henry A. Wallace (1948)
President George Wallace (1968)
President John B. Anderson (1980)
President H. Ross Perot (1992, 1996)
President Ralph Nader (2000, 2004)
President Gary Johnson (2016)
President Jill Stein (2016)
^^^ and those are just some of the more prominent ones since WWII.
If you vote for somebody who canât win for president, it means that you donât care who wins for president. âRachel Maddow
The only real choice in 2024 is between Democracy and Repression.
FOOTNOTE: The 1848 election was won by the Whig ticket of Zachary Taylor & Millard Fillmore. Taylor died 16 months after taking office. He was the last president to own slaves while president. Fillmore was sworn in after Taylor's death and enforced the largely unenforceable Fugitive Slave Act. Fillmore did not run in 1852 but became the candidate of the ethnonationalist and anti-Catholic Know Nothing Party in 1856 â only to lose to James Buchanan.
Look.
I have made you a chart. A very simple chart.
People say "You have to draw the line somewhere, and Biden has crossed it-" and my response is "Trump has crossed way more lines than Biden".
These categories are based off of actual policy enacted by both of these men while they were in office.
If the ONLY LINE YOU CARE ABOUT is line 12, you have an incredible amount of privilege, AND YOU DO NOT CARE ABOUT PALESTINIANS. You obviously have nothing to fear from a Trump presidency, and you do not give a fuck if a ceasefire actually occurs. You are obviously fine if your queer, disabled, and marginalized loved ones are hurt. You clearly don't care about the status of American democracy, which Trump has openly stated he plans to destroy on day 1 he is in office.
#third parties#presidential elections#1848#whig party#zachary taylor#millard fillmore#if you vote for somebody who canât win for president it means that you donât care who wins for president#joe biden#democracy#rachel maddow#donald trump#maga#dictator on day one#election 2024#vote blue no matter who
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1968 [Chapter 6: Athena, Goddess Of Wisdom]
Series Summary:Â Aemond is embroiled in a fierce battle to secure the Democratic Party nomination and defeat his archnemesis, Richard Nixon, in the presidential election. You are his wife of two years and wholeheartedly indoctrinated into the Targaryen political dynasty. But you have an archnemesis of your own: Aemondâs chronically delinquent brother Aegon.
Series Warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), violence, bodily injury, character deaths, New Jersey, age-gap relationships, drinking, smoking, drugs, pregnancy and childbirth, kids with weird Greek names, historical topics including war and discrimination, math.
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Here at the midway point in our journeyâlike Dante stumbling upon the gates of the Infernoâwould it be the right moment to review whatâs at stake? Letâs begin.
Itâs the end of August. The delegates of the Democratic National Convention in Chicago officially vote to name Aemond the partyâs presidential candidate. His ascension is aided by 10,000 antiwar demonstrators who flood into the city and threaten to set it ablaze if Hubert Humphrey is chosen instead. At the endâin his death rattleâHumphrey begs to be Aemondâs running mate, one last humiliation he cannot resist. Humphrey is denied. Eugene McCarthy, dignity intact, boards a commercial flight to his home state of Minnesota without looking back.
Aemond selects U.S. Ambassador to France, Sargent Shriver, to be his vice president. Shriver is a Kennedy by marriageâhis wife, JFKâs younger sister Eunice, just founded the Special Olympicsâand has previously headed the Office of Economic Opportunity, the Peace Corps, and the Chicago Board of Education. He also served as the architect of the presidentâs âWar on Povertyâ before distancing himself from the imploding Johnson administration. Shriver is not a concession to fence-sitting moderates or Southern Dixiecrats, but an embodiment of Aemondâs commitment to unapologetic progressivism. Richard Nixon spends the weekend campaigning in his native California, a gold vein of votes like the mines settlers rushed to in 1848. George Wallace announces that he will run as an Independent. Racists everywhere rejoice.
Phase III of the Tet Offensive is underway in Vietnam; 700 American soldiers have been killed this month alone. Riots break out in military prisons where the U.S. Army is keeping their deserters. The North Vietnamese refuse to allow Pope Paul VI to visit Hanoi on a peace mission. President Johnson calls both Aemond and Nixon to personally inform them of this latest evidence of the communistsâ unwillingness to negotiate in good faith. Daeron and John McCain remain in Háťa Lò Prison. The draft swallows men like the titan Cronus devoured his own children.
In Eastern Europe, the Russians are crushing pro-democracy protests in the largest military operation since World War II as half a million troops roll into Czechoslovakia. In Caswell County, North Carolina, the last remaining segregated school district in the nation is ordered by a federal judge to integrate after years of stalling. On the Fangataufa Atoll in the South Pacific, France becomes the fifth nation to successfully explode a hydrogen bomb. In Mexico City, 300,000 students gather to protest the authoritarian regime of President Diaz Ordaz. In Guatemala, American ambassador John Gordon Mein is murdered by a Marxist guerilla organization called the Rebel Armed Forces. In Columbus, Ohio, nine guards are held hostage during a prison riot; after 30 hours, theyâre rescued by a SWAT team.
The latest issue of Life magazine brings worldwide attention to catastrophic industrial pollution in the Great Lakes. The first successful multiorgan transplant is carried out at Houston Methodist Hospital. The Beatles release Hey Jude, the best-selling single of 1968 in the U.S., U.K., Australia, and Canada. NASAâs Apollo lunar landing program plans to launch a crewed shuttle next year, just in time to fulfill John F. Kennedyâs 1962 promise to put a man on the moon âbefore the end of the decade.â If this is successful, the United States will win the Space Race and prove the superiority of capitalism. If it fails, the martyred astronauts will join all the other ghosts of this apocalyptic age, an epoch born under bad stars.
The night sky glows with the ancient debris of the Aurigid meteor shower. From down here on Earth, Jupiter is a radiant white gleam, visible with the naked eye and admired since humans were making cave paintings and Stonehenge. But Io is a mystery. With a telescope, she becomes a dust mote entrapped by Jupiterâs gravity; to the casual observer, she doesnât exist at all.
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What was it like, that very first time? Itâs strange to remember. Youâre both different people now.
Itâs May, 1966. You and Aemond are engaged, due to be married in three short weeks, and if you get pregnant then itâs no harm, no foul. In reality, it will end up taking you over a year to conceive, but no one knows that yet; you are living in the liminal space between what you imagine your life will be and the cold blade of the truth. Aemond has brought you to Asteria for the weekend, an increasingly common occurrence. The Targaryensâminus one, that holdout prodigal son, always glowering from behind swigs of rum and clouds of smokeâhave already begun to treat you like a member of the family. The flock of Alopekis yap excitedly and lick your shins. Eudoxia learns your favorite snacks so she can have them ready when you arrive.
One night Aemond takes your hand and leads you to Helaenaâs garden, darkness turned to twilight in the artificial luminance of the main house. You can hear distant voices, chatter and laughter, and the Beatlesâ Rubber Soul spinning on the record player in the living room like a black hole, gravity that not even light can escape when it is wrenched over the event horizon.
Youâre giggling as Aemond pulls you along, faster and faster, weaving through pathways lined with roses and sunflowers and butterfly bushes. Your high heels sink into soft, fertile earth; the air in your lungs is cool and infinite. âWhere are we going?â
And Aemond grins back at you as he replies: âTo Olympus.â
In the circle of hedges guarded by thirteen gods of stone, Aemond unzips your modest pink sundress and slips your heels off your feet, kneeling like heâs proposing to you again. When you are bare and secretless, he draws you down onto the grass and opens you, claims you, fills you to the brim as the crystalline water of the fountain patters and Zeus hurls his lightning bolts, an eternal storm, unending war. Itâs intense in a way it never was with your first boyfriend, a sweet polite boy who talked about feminist theory and followed his enlightened conscience all the way to Vietnam. This isnât just a pleasant way to pass a Friday night, something to look forward to between differential equations textbooks and calculus proofs. With Aemond itâs a ritual; itâs something so overpowering it almost scares you.
âAphrodite,â Aemond murmurs against your throat, and when you try to get on top he stops you, pins you to the ground, thrusts hard and deep, and you try not to moan too loudly as you surrender, his weight on you like a prophesy. This is how he wants you. This is where you belong.
Has someone ever stitched you to their side, pushing the needle through your skin again and again as the fabric latticework takes shape, until their blood spills into your veins and your antibodies can no longer tell the difference? He makes you think youâve forgotten who you were before. He makes you want to believe in things the world taught you were myths.
But that was over two years ago. Now Aemond is not your spellbinding almost-stranger of a fiancĂŠâshrouded in just the right amount of mysteryâbut your husband, the father of your dead child, the presidential candidate. You miss when he was a mirage. You miss what it felt like to get high on the idea of him, each taste a hit, each touch a rush of toxins to the bloodstream.
Seven weeks after your emergency c-section, you are healing. Your belly no longer aches, your bleeding stops, you can rejoin the living in this last gasp of summer. Ludwika takes you shopping and you pick out new swimsuits; youâve gone up a size since the baby, and it shows no signs of vanishing. In the fitting room, Ludwika chain-smokes Camel cigarettes and claps when you show her each outfit, ordering you to spin around, telling you that thereâs nothing like Oleg Cassini back in Poland. You plan to buy three swimsuits. Ludwika insists you get five. She pays with Ottoâs American Express.
That afternoon at home in your blue bedroom, you get changed to join the rest of the family down by the pool, your first swim since Ari was born. You choose Ludwikaâs favorite: a dreamy turquoise two-piece with flowing transparent fabric that drapes your midsection. You can still see the dark vertical line of where the doctors stitched you closed. Now you and Aemond match; he got his scar on the floor of the Breakers Hotel in Palm Beach, you earned yours at Mount Sinai Hospital in Manhattan. There are gold chains on your wrist and looped around your neck. Warm sunlight and ocean wind pours in through the open windows.
Aemond appears in the doorway and you turn to show him, proud of how youâve pulled yourself together, how this past year hasnât put you in an asylum. His right eye catches on your scar and stays there for a long time. Then at last he says: âYou donât have something else to wear?â
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Itâs Labor Day, and Asteria has been descended upon by guests invited to celebrate Aemondâs nomination. The dining room table is overflowing with champagne, Agiorgitiko wine, platters of mini spanakopitas, lamb gyros, pita bread with hummus and tzatziki, feta cheese and cured meats, grilled octopus, baklava, and kourabiethes. Eudoxia is rushing around sweeping up crumbs and shooing tipsy visitors away from antique vases shipped here from Greece. Aemondâs celebrity endorsers include Sammy Davis Jr., Sonny and Cher, Andy Williams, Bobby Darin, Warren Beatty, Shirley MacLaine, Claudine Longet, and a number of politicians; but the most notable attendee is President Lyndon Baines Johnson, shadowed by Secret Service agents. He wonât be making any surprise appearances on the campaign trail for Aemondâin the present political climate, he would be more of a liability than an assetâbut he has travelled to Long Beach Island tonight to offer his well-wishes. From the record player thrums Jimi Hendrixâs All Along The Watchtower.
When you finish getting ready and arrive downstairs, you spot Aegon: slouching in a velvet chair over a century old, hair shagging in his eyes, sipping something out of a chipped mug he clasps with both hands, flirting with a bubbly early-twenties campaign staffer. Aegon smiles and waves when he sees you. You wave back. And you think: When did he become the person I look for when I walk into a room?
Now Aemond is beside you in a blue suitâbeaming, confident, his glass eye in place, a hand resting on your waistâand Aegon isnât smiling anymore. He takes a gulp of what is almost certainly straight rum from his mug and returns his attention to the campaign staffer, his lady of the hour. You picture him undressing her on his shag carpet and feel disorienting, violent envy like a bullet.
Viserys is already fast asleep upstairs, but the rest of the family is out en masse to charm the invitees and pose for photographs. Alicent, Helaena, and Mimiâtrying very hard to act sober, blinking too oftenâare chit-chatting with the other political wives. Otto is complaining about something to Criston; Criston is pretending to listen as he stares at Alicent. Ludwika is smoking her Camels and talking to several young journalists who are ogling her, enraptured. Fosco and Sargent Shriver are entertaining a group of guests with a boisterous, lighthearted debate on the merits of Italian versus French cuisine, though they agree that both are superior to Greek. The nannies have brought the eight children to be paraded around before bedtime. All Cosmo wants to do is clutch your hand and âhelpâ you navigate around the living room, warning you not to step on the small, weaving Alopekis. When Mimi attempts to steal her youngest son away, he ignores her, and as she begins to make a scene you rebuke her with a harsh glare. Mimi retreats meekly. She has never argued with you, not once in over two years. You speak for Aemond, and Aemond is a god.
As the children are herded off to their beds by the nannies, Bobby Kennedyâpresently serving as a New York senator despite residing primarily on his familyâs compound in Massachusettsâapproaches to congratulate Aemond. His wife Ethel is a tiny, nasally, scrappy but not terribly bright woman, five months pregnant with her eleventh child, and you have to get away from her like a hand pulled from a hot stove.
âYou know, I was considering running,â Bobby says to Aemond, chuckling, good-natured. âBut when I saw you get in the race, I thought better of it! Maybe Iâll give it a go in â76, huh?â
âHey, kid, what a tough year youâve had,â Ethel tells you, patting your forearm. You canât tear your eyes from her small belly. She has ten living children already. I couldnât keep one. What kind of sense does that make? âWeâre real sorry for your trouble, arenât we, Bobby?â
Now he is nodding somberly. âWe are. We sure are. Weâve been praying for you both.â
Aemond is thanking them, sounding touched but entirely collected. You manage some hurried response and then excuse yourself. Your hands are shaking as you cross the room, not really seeing it. You walk right into Lady Bird Johnson. She takes pity on you; she seems to perceive how rattled you are. âOh Lyndon, look, itâs just who we were hoping to speak to! The next first lady of the United States. And how beautiful you are, just radiant. How do you keep your hair so perfect? That glamorous updo. You never have a single strand out of place.â Lady Bird lays a palm tenderly on your bare shoulder. She has an unusual, angular face, but a wise sort of compassion that only comes from suffering. Her husband is an unrepentant serial cheater. âIâll make you a list of everything you need to know about the White House. All the quirks of the property, and the hidden gems too!â
âYouâre so kind. Weâll see what happens in NovemberâŚâ
âGood evening, maâam,â President Johnson says, smiling warmly. Heâs an ugly man, but thereâs something hypnotic that lives inside him and shines through his eyes like the blaze of a lighthouse. He pulls you in through the dark, through the storm; he promises you answers to questions you havenât thought of yet. LBJ is 6â4 and known for bullying his political adversaries with the so-called âJohnson Treatmentâ; he leans in and makes rapid-fire demands until they forget heâs not allowed to hit them. âI have to tell you frankly, I donât envy anyone who inherits that den of rattlesnakes in Washington D.C.â
âLyndon, donât frighten her,â Lady Bird scolds fondly.
âEveryone thinks they know what to do about Vietnam,â LBJ plods onwards. âBut itâs a damned if you do, damned if you donât clusterfuck. If you keep fighting, they call you a murderer. But if you pull the troops out and South Vietnam falls to the communists, every single man lost was for nothing, and you think the families will stand for that? Their kid in a body bag, or his legs blown off, or his brain scrambled? Thereâs no easy answer. Itâs a goddamn bitch of a quagmire.â
Lady Bird offers you a sympathetic smirk. Sorry about all this unpleasantness, she means. When he gets himself worked up, I canât stop him. But you find yourself feeling sorry for President Johnson. It will be difficult for him to learn how to fade into disgraced obscurity after once being so omnipotent, so beloved. Reinvention hurts like hell: fevers raging, bones mending, healing flesh that itches so ferociously you want to claw it off.
LBJ gives Lady Bird a look, quick but meaningful. She acquiesces. This has happened a thousand times before. âIt was so nice talking to you, dear,â she tells you, then crosses the living room to pay her respects to Alicent.
The president steps closer, looming, towering. The Johnson Treatment?? you think, but no; he isnât trying to intimidate you. Heâs just curious.
âDo you know what Aemondâs plan is for âNam?â LBJ asks, eyes urgent, voice low. âIâm sure he has one. Heâs sworn to end the draft as soon as he gets into office, but how is he going to make sure the South Vietnamese can fend off the North themselves? Weâre trying to train the bastards, but if we left theyâd fold in months. It would be the first war the U.S. ever lost. Does he understand that?â
âHe doesnât really discuss it with me.â Thatâs true; you know his policies, but only because they are a constant subject of conversation within the family, something you all breathe like oxygen.
âWe canât let Nixon win,â LBJ continues. âItâs mass suicide to leave the country in his hands. The man canât hold his liquor anymore, getting robbed by Kennedy in â60 broke something in him. He gets sloshed and shoves his aids around, makes up conspiracies in his head. Heâs a paranoid little prick. Heâll surveille the American people. Heâll launch a nuke at Moscow.â
You honestly donât know what he expects you to say. âIâll pass the message along to Aemond.â
âPeople love you, Mrs. Targaryen.â LBJ watching you closely. âBelieve it or not, they used to love me too. But I still remember how to play the game. Youâre the only reason Aemond is leading the polls in Florida. You can get him other states too. Jack needed Jackie. Aemond needs you. And youâve had tragedies, and thatâs a damn shame. But donât you miss an opportunity. You take every disappointment, every fucked up cruelty of life and find a way to make it work for you. You pin it to your chest like a goddamn medal. Every single scar makes you look more mortal to those people going to the ballot box in November. You want them to be able to see themselves in you. It helps the mansions and the millions go down smoother.â
âPresident Johnson!â Aegon says as he saunters over, huge mocking grin. He thumps a closed fist against the Texanâs broad chest; the Secret Service agents standing ten feet away observe this sternly. âHow thoughtful of you to be here, taking time out of your busy schedule, squeezing us in between war crimes.â
âThe mayor of Trenton,â LBJ jabs.
âThe butcher of Saigon.â
Now the president is no longer amused. âYouâve never accomplished anything in your whole damn life, son. Your obituary will be the size of a postage stamp. Iâm looking forward to reading it someday soon.â He leaves, rejoining Lady Bird at the opposite end of the room.
You frown at Aegon, disapproving. Youâre dressed in a sparkling, royal blue gown that Aemond chose. âThat was unnecessary.â
Aegon is wearing an ill-fitting green shirtâhalf the buttons undoneâkhaki pants, and tan moccasins. âI just did you a favor.â
âWhat happened to your new girlfriend? Shouldnât she be getting railed in your basement right now? Did she have a prior commitment? Did she have a spelling test to study for? Those can be tricky, such complex words. Juvenile. Inappropriate. Infidelity.â
âYou know what he brags about?â Aegon says, meaning LBJ. âThat heâs fucked more women by accident than John F. Kennedy ever did on purpose.â
âThat soundsâŚlogistically challenging.â
âHeâs a lech. Heâs a freak. He tells everyone on Capitol Hill how big his cock is. He takes it out and swings it around during meetings.â
âAnd thatâs all far less than admirable, but heâs not going to do something like that around me.â
âHow do you know?â
âBecause heâs not an idiot,â you say impatiently. âHe was perfectly civil. And I was getting interesting advice.â
Aegon rolls his eyes, exasperated. âYeah, okay, Iâm sorry I crashed your cute little pep talk with Lyndon Johnson, the most hated man on the planet.â
âI guess you canât stop Aemond from touching me, so you have to terrorize LBJ instead.â
âShut the fuck up,â Aegon hisses, and his venom stuns you. And now youâre both trapped: you loosed the arrow, he proved you hit the mark. Heâs flushing a deep, mortified red. Your guts are twisting with remorse.
âAegon, wait, I didnât meanââ
He whirls and storms off, shoving his way through the crowd. People glare at him as they clutch their glasses and plates, sighing in that What else do you expect from the worthless son? sort of way. Youâre still gaping blankly at the place where Aegon stood when Aemond finds you, snakes a hand around the back of your neck, and whispers through the painstakingly-arranged wisps of hair that fall around your ear: âFollow me.â
Itâs not a question. Itâs a command. You trail him through the living room, into the foyer, and through the front door, not knowing what he wants. Outside the moon is a sliver; the light from the main house makes the stars hard to see. âAemond, youâll never believe the conversation I just had with LBJ. He really unloaded, I think the stress is driving him insane. I have to tell you what he said aboutââ
âLater.â And this is jarring; Aemond doesnât put anything before strategy. He grabs your hand as he turns into Helaenaâs garden, and only then do you understand what he wants. Instinctively, your legs lock up and your feet stop moving. Aemond tugs you onward. He wants it to be like the very first time. He intends to start over with you, the dawning of a new age in the dead of night.
Hidden in the circle of hedges, he takes your face roughly in his hands and kisses you, drinks you down like a vampire, consumes you like wildfire. But your skull echoes with panic. I donât want him touching me. I donât want another child with him. âAemondâŚâ
He doesnât hear you, or acts like he doesnât, or mistakes it for a murmur of desire, or chooses to believe it is. He has you down on the grass under the vengeful gaze of Zeus, the fountain splashing, the sounds of the house a low foreign drone. He yanks off your panties, but he doesnât want you naked like he always did before. He pushes the hem of your shimmering cobalt gown up to your hips and unbuckles his trousers. And you realize as heâs touching you, as heâs easing himself into you: He doesnât want to have to look at my scar.
You canât ignore him, you canât pretend itâs not happening. Heâs too big for that. Itâs a biting fullness that demands to be felt. So you kiss him back, and knot your fingers in his short hair like you used to, and try to remember the things you always said to him before. And when Aemond is too absorbed to notice, you look away from him, from the statue of Zeus, and peer up into the stone face of Athena instead: the goddess who never married and who knows the answer to every question.
âI love you,â Aemond says when itâs over, marveling at the slopes of your face in the dim ethereal light. âEverything will be right again soon. Everything will be perfect.â
You conjure up a smile and nod like you believe him.
âWhat did LBJ say?â
âCan I tell you later tonight? After the party, maybe? I just need a few minutes.â
âOf course.â And now Aemond pretends to be patient. He buckles his belt and returns to the main house, his blood coursing with the possibilities only you can make real, his skin damp with your sweat.
For a whileâten minutes, twenty minutesâyou lie there on the cool grass wondering what it was like for all those mortals and nymphs, being pinned down by Zeus and then having Hera try to kill them afterwards, raising ill-fated reviled bastards they couldnât help but love. What is heaven if the realm of the immortals is so cruel? Why does the god of justice seem so immune to it?
When at last you rise and walk back towards the house, you find Mimi at the edge of the garden. Sheâs on her knees and retching into a rose bush; sheâs cut her face on the thorns, but she hasnât noticed yet. Sheâs groaning; she seems lost.
You reach for her, gripping her bony shoulders. âMimi, here, letâs get you upstairsâŚâ
âNo,â she blubbers, tears streaming down her scratched cheeks. âJust go away. Leave me.â
âMimiââ
âNo!â she roars, a mournful hemorrhage as she slaps your hands until you release her.
âYou donât have to be this way,â you tell her, distraught. âYou can give up drinking. Weâll help you, me and Fosco and Ludwika. You can start over. You can be healthy and present again, you can live a real life.â
Mimi stares up at you, her grey eyes glassy and bloodshot but with a vicious, piercing honesty. âMy husband hates me. My kids donât know I exist. What the hell do I have to be sober for?â
You werenât expecting this. You donât know what to say. âWe can help make the world better.â
âThe world would be better without me in it.â
Then Mimi curls up on the grass under the rose bush, and stays there until you return with Fosco to drag her upstairs to her empty bed.
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The next afternoon, youâre lying on a lounge chair by the pool. Tomorrow the family will leave Asteria and embark upon a vigorous campaign schedule that will continue, with very few breaks, until Election Day on Tuesday, November 5th. The children are splashing and shrieking in the pool with Fosco, but you arenât looking at them. Youâre staring across the sun-drenched emerald lawn at the Atlantic Ocean. Youâre envisioning all the bones and splinters of sunken ships that must litter the silt of the abyss; youâre thinking that itâs a graveyard with no headstones, no memory. Your swimsuit is a red one-piece. Your eyes are shielded by large black Ray Bans aviator sunglasses. Your gaze flicks up to the cloudless blue sky, where all the stars and planets are invisible.
Jupiter has nearly a hundred moons; the largest four were discovered by Galileo in 1610. Europa is a smooth white cosmic marble with a crust of ice, beautiful, immaculate. Ganymede, the largest moon in our solar system and the only satellite with its own magnetic field, is rumored to have a vast underground saltwater ocean that may contain life. Callisto is dark and indomitable, riddled with impact craters; because of her dynamic atmosphere and location beyond Jupiterâs radiation belts, she is considered the best location for possible future crewed missions to the Jovian system. But Io is a wasteland. She has no water and no oxygen. Her only children are 400 active volcanoes, sulfur plumes and lava flows, mountains of silicate rock higher than Mount Everest, cataclysmic earthquakes as her crust slips around on a mantle of magma. Her daily radiation levels are 36 times the lethal limit for humans. If Hades had a home in our corner of the galaxy, it would be Io. She glows ruby and gold with barren apocalyptic fury. You can feel yourself turning poisonous like she is. You can feel your skin splitting open as the lava spills out.
Aegon trots out of the houseâred swim trunks, cheap red plastic sunglasses, no shirt, a beach towel slung around his neck, flip flopsâand kicks your chair. âGet up. Weâre going sailing.â
âI donât want to talk to anybody.â
âGreat, because Iâm not asking you to talk. Iâm telling you to get in my boat.â
You donât reply. You donât think you can without your voice cracking. Aegon crouches down beside your chair and pushes your sunglasses up into your Brigitte Bardot-inspired hair so he can see your face. Your eyes are pink, wet, desperately sad. Deep troubled grooves appear in his forehead as he studies you. Gently, wordlessly, he pats your cheek twice and lowers your sunglasses back over your eyes. Then he stands up again and offers you his hand.
âLetâs go,â Aegon says, softly this time. You take his hand and follow him down to the boathouse.
Five vessels are currently kept there. Aegonâs sailboat is a 25-foot Wianno Senior sloop, just roomy enough for a few passengers. Heâs had it since long before you married into the Targaryen family. It is white with hand-painted gold accents; the name Sunfyre adorns the stern. He unmoors the boat, pushes it out into the open water, and raises the sails.
You glide eastbound over the glittering crests of waves, slowly at first, then faster as the sails catch the wind. Aegon has one hand on the rudder, the other grasping the ropes. And the farther you get from shore, the smaller Asteria seems, and the Targaryen family, and the presidential election, and the United States itself. Now all that exists is this boat: you, Aegon, the squawking gulls, the school of mackerel, the ocean. The sun beats down; the breeze rips strands of your hair free. The battery-powered record player is blasting White Room by Cream. When you are far enough from land that no journalists would be able to get a photo, Aegon takes two joints and his Zippo out of the pocket of his swim trunks. He puts both joints between his lips, lights them, and passes you one. Then he stretches out beside you on the deck, gazing up at the September sky.
You ask as your muscles unravel and your thoughts turn light and easy to share: âWhy did you bring me out here?â
âSo you can drown yourself,â Aegon says, and you both laugh. âNah. I used to go sailing all the time when I was a teenager. It always made me feel better. It was the only place where I could really be alone.â
You consider the math. âWow. You havenât been a teenager since before I was in kindergarten.â
âItâs weird to think about. You donât seem that young.â
âThanks, I guess. You donât seem that old.â
âMaybe weâre meeting in the middle.â He inhales deeply and then exhales in a rush of smoke. âWhat do you think, should I get an earring?â
âYeah.â
âWhy?â
âIt might shock Otto so bad it kills him.â
âIâll get two.â And then Aegon says: âItâs not cool for you to mock me.â
You are dismayed; you didnât mean to hurt him. âI wasnât.â
âYes, you were. You were mocking me. You mocked me about the receipt under my ashtray, and then you mocked me again last night. Iâm up for a lot of things, but I canât handle that. Okay?â
âOkay.â You turn your head so you can see him: shaggy blonde hair, stubble, perpetual sunburn, the softness of his belly and his chest, flesh you long to vanish into like rain through parched earth. âAegon?â
He looks over at you. âIo?â
âI donât want Aemond to touch me either.â
Heâs surprised; not by what you feel, but because youâve said it aloud, a treason like Prometheus giving mankind the gift of fire. âWhat are we gonna do about it?â
If you were the goddess of wisdom, maybe youâd know.
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Les Mis French History Timeline: all the context you need to know to understand Les Mis
Here is a simple timeline of French history as it relates to events in Les Miserables, and to the context of Les Mis's publication! A post like this wouldâve really helped me four years ago, when I knew very little about 1830s France or the goals of Les Amis, so Iâm making it now that I have the information to share! ^_^
This post will be split into 4 sections: a quick overview of important terms, the history before the novel thatâs important to the character's backstories, the history during the novel, and then the history relevant to the 1848-onward circumstances of Hugoâs life and the novelâs publication.Â
Part 1: OverviewÂ
The novel takes place in the aftermath of the Battle of Waterloo, during a period called the Restoration.Â
The ancient monarchy was overthrown during the French Revolution. After a series of political struggles the revolutionary government was eventually replaced by an empire under Napoleon. Then Napoleon was defeated and sent into exileâ but then he briefly came back and seized power for one hundred daysâ! and then he was defeated yet again for good at the battle of Waterloo in 1815.
After all that political turmoil, kings have been "restored" to the throne of France. The novel begins right as this Restoration begins.
The major political parties important to generally understanding Les Mis (Wildly Oversimplified) are Republicans, Liberals, Bonapartists, and Royalists. Itâs worth noting that all these âparty termsâ changed in meaning/goals over time depending on which type of government was in power. In general though, and just for the sake of reading Les Mis:
 Republicans want a Republic, where people elect their leaders democraticallyâ theyâre the very left wing progressive ones, and are heavily outcast/censored/policed. Les Amis are Republicans.
Liberals: we donât have time to go into it, but I donât think there are any characters in Les Mis defined by their liberalism.
Bonapartists are followers of Napoleon Bonaparte I, who led the Empire. Many viewed the Emperor as more favorable or progressive to them than a king would be. Georges Pontmercy is a Bonapartist, as is Pere Fauchelevent.Â
Royalists believe in the divine right of Kings; theyâre conservative. Someone who is extremely royalist to the point of wanting basically no limits on the kingâs power at all are called âUltraroyalistsâ or âultra.â Mariusâs conservative grandfather Gillenromand is an ultra royalist. Hugo is also very concerned with criticizing the "Great Man of History," the view that history is pushed forward by the actions of a handful of special great men like kings and emperors. Les Mis aims to focus on the common masses of people who push history forward instead.
Part 2: Timeline of History involved in charactersâ Backstories
1789â the March on the bastille/ the beginning of the original French Revolution. A young Myriel, who is then a shallow married aristocrat, flees the country. His family is badly hurt by the Revolution. His wife dies in exile.
1793â Louis XVI is found guilty of committing treason and sentenced to death. The Conventionist Gâ, the old revolutionary who Myriel talks to, votes against the death of the king.Â
1795: the Directory rules France. Throughout much of the revolution, including this period, the country is undergoing âdechristianizationâ policies. Fantine is born at this time. Because the church is not in power as a result of dechristianization, Fantine is unbaptized and has no record of a legal given name, instead going by the nickname Fantine (âenfantine,â childlike.)
1795: The Revolutionary government becomes more conservative. Jean Valjean is arrested.Â
1804: Napoleon officially crowns himself Emperor of France. the Revolutionâs dream of a Republic is dead for a bit. At this time, Myriel returns from his exile and settles down in the provinces of France to work as a humble priest. Then he visits Paris and makes a snarky comment to Napoleon, and Napoleon finds him so witty that he appoints him Bishop.
Part 3: the novel actually beginsÂ
1815: Napoleon is defeated at the Battle of Waterloo by the allied nations of Britain and Prussia. Read Hugoâs take on that in the Waterloo Digression! He gets a lot of facts wrong, but thatâs Hugo for you.
Mariusâs father, Baron Pontmercy, nearly dies on the battlefield. Thenardier steals his belongings.Â
After Napoleon is defeated, a king is restored to the throneâ Louis XVIII, of the House of Bourbon, the ancient royal house that ruled France before the Revolution. In order to ensure that Louis XVIII stays on the throne, the nations of Britian, Prussia, and Russia, send soldiers occupy France. So France is, during the early events of the novel, being occupied by foreign soldiers. This is part of why there are so many references to soldiers on the streets and garrisons and barracks throughout the early portions of the novel. The occupation officially ended in 1818.
1815 (a few months after Waterloo): Jean Valjean is released from prison and walks down the road to Digne, the very same road Napoleon charged down during his last attempt to seize power. Many of the inns he passes by are run by people advertising their connections to Napoleon. Symbolically Valjean is the poor man returning from exile into France, just as Napoleon was the Great Man briefly returning from exile during the 100 days, or King Louis XVIII is the Great King returning from exile to a restored throne.
  1817: The Year 1817, which Hugo has a whole chapter-digression about. Louis XVIII of the House of Bourbon is on the throne. Fantine, âthe nameless child of the Directory,â is abandoned by Tholomyes.Â
1821: Napoleon dies in exile.Â
1825:Â King Louis XVIII dies. Charles X takes the throne. While Louis XVIII was willing to compromise, Charles X is a far more conservative ultra-royalist. He attempts to bring back something like the Pre-Revolution style of monarchy.Â
Underground resistance groups, including Republican groups like Les Amis, plot against him. Â
1827-1828: Georges Pontmercy, bonapartist veteran of Waterloo, dies. Marius, who has been growing up with his abusive Ultra-royalist grandfather and mindlessly repeating his ultra-royalist politics, learns how much his father loved him. He becomes a democratic Bonapartist.Â
Marius is a little bit late to everything though. He shouts âlong live the Emperor!â Even though Napoleon died in 1821 and insults his grandfather by telling him âdown with that hog Louis XVIIIâ even though Louis XVIII has been dead since 1825. Heâs a little confused but heâs got the spirit.Â
Marius leaves his grandfather to live on his own.Â
1830: âThe July Revolution,â also known as the âThree Glorious Daysâ or âthe Second French Revolution.â Rebels built barricades and successfully forced Charles X out of power.
Unfortunately, TL;DR moderate politicians prevented the creation of a Republic and instead installed another more politically progressive king â Louis-Philippe, of the house of Orleans.Â
Louis-Philippe was a relative of the royal family, had lived in poverty for a time, and described himself as âthe citizen-king.â Hugoâs take on him is that he was a good man, but being a king is inherently evil; monarchy is a bad system even if a âgoodâ dictator is on the throne.
The shadow of 1830 is important to Les Mis, and thereâs even a whole digression about it in âA Few Pages of History,â a digression most people adapting the novel have clearly skipped. Les Amis wouldâve probably been involved in it....though interestingly, only Gavroche and maybe Enjolras are explicitly confirmed to have been there, Gavroche telling Enjolras he participated âwhen we had that dispute with Charles X.â
Sadly we're following Marius (not Les Amis) in 1830. Hugo mentions that Marius is always too busy thinking to actually participate in political movements. He notes that Marius was pleased by 1830 because he thinks it is a sign of progress, but that he was too dreamy to be involved in it.Â
1831: in âA Few Pages of Historyâ Hugo describes the various ways Republican groups were plotting what what would later become the June Rebellionâ the way resistance groups had underground meetings, spread propaganda with pamphlets, smuggled in gunpowder, etc.Â
Spring of 1832: there is a massive pandemic of cholera in Paris that exacerbates existing tensions. Marius is described as too distracted by love to notice all the people dying of cholera.Â
June 1st, 1832: General Lamarque, a member of parliament often critical of the monarchy, dies of cholera.Â
June 5th and 6th, 1832: the June Rebellion of 1832:
Republicans, students, and workers attempt to overthrow the monarchy, and finally get a democratic Republic For Real This Time. The rebellion is violently crushed by the National Guard.
Enjolras was partially inspired by Charles Jeanne, who led the barricades at Saint-Merry.Â
Part 4: the context of Les Misâs publicationÂ
February 1848: a successful revolution finally overthrows King Louis Philippe. A younger Victor Hugo, who was appointed a peer of France by Louis-Philippe, is then elected as a representative of Paris in the provisional revolutionary government.
June 1848: This is a lot, and itâs a thing even Hugoâs biographers often gloss over, because itâs a horrific moral failure/complexity of Hugoâs that is completely at odds with the sort of politics he later became known for. The short summary is that in June 1848 there was a working-class rebellion against new labor laws/forced conscription, and Victor Hugo was on the âwrong side of the barricadesâ working with the government to violently suppress the rebels. To quote from this source:
Much to the disappointment of his supporters, in [Victor Hugoâs] first speech in the national assembly he went after the ateliers or national workshops, which had been a major demand of the workers. Two days later the workshops were closed, workers under twenty-five were conscripted and the rest sent to the countryside. It was a âpolitical purgeâ and a declaration of war on the Parisian working class that set into motion the June Days, or the second revolution of 1848âan uprising lauded by Marx as one of the first workersâ revolutions. As the barricades went up in Paris, Hugo was tragically on the wrong side. On June 24 the national assembly declared a state of siege with Hugoâs support. Hugo would then sink to a new political low. He was chosen as one of sixty representatives âto go and inform the insurgents that a state of siege existed and that Cavaignac [the officer who had led the suppression of the June revolt] was in control.â With an express mission âto stop the spilling of blood,â Hugo took up arms against the workers of Paris. Thus, Hugo, voice of the voiceless and hero of workers, helped to violently suppress a rebellion led by people whom he in many ways supportedâand many of whom supported him. With twisted logic and an even more twisted conscience, Hugo fought and risked his life to crush the June insurrection.
There is an otherwise baffling chapter in Les Mis titled "The Charybdis of the Faubourg Saint Antoine and the Scylla of the Fauborg Du Temple," where Hugo goes on a digression about June of 1848. Hugo contrasts June of 1848 with other rebellions, and insists that the June 1848 Rebellion was Wrong and Different. It is a strangely anti-rebellion classist chapter that feels discordant with the rest of the book. This is because it is Hugo's effort to (indirectly) address criticisms people had of his own involvement in June 1848, and to justify why he believed crushing that rebellion with so much force was necessary. The chapter is often misused to say that Hugo was "anti-violent-rebellion all the time" (which he wasn't) or that "rebellion is badâ is the message of Les Mis (which it isn't) ........but in reality the chapter is about Hugo attempting to justify his own past actions to the reader and to himself, actions which many people on his side of the political spectrum considered a betrayal. He couldn't really have written a novel about the politics of barricades without addressing his actions in June 1848, and he addressed them by attempting to justify them, and he attempted to justify them with a lot of deeply questionable rhetoric. 1848 is a lot, and I don't fully understand all the context yet-- but that general context is necessary to understand why the chapter is even in the novel. Late 1848/1849: Quoting from the earlier source again:
In the wake of the revolution, Hugo tried to make sense of the events of 1848. He tried to straddle the growing polarization between, on the one hand, âthe party of order,â which coalesced around Napoleonâs nephew Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte, who in December 1848 had been elected Franceâs president under a new constitution, and the âparty of movementâ (or radical Left) that, in the aftermath of 1848, had made considerable advances. In this climate, as Hugo increasingly spoke out, and faced opposition and repression himself, he was radicalized and turned to the Left for support against the tyranny and âbarbarismâ he saw in the government of Louis Napoleon. The âpoint of no returnâ came in 1849. Hugo became one of the loudest and most prominent voices of opposition to Louis Napoleon. In his final and most famous insult to Napoleon, he asked: âJust because we had Napoleon le Grand [Napoleon the Great], do we have to have Napoleon le petit [Napoleon the small]?â Immune from punishment because of his role in the government, Bonaparte retaliated by shutting down Hugoâs newspaper and arresting both his sons.
Thenardier is possibly meant to be Hugoâs caricature of Louis-Napoleon/Napoleon III. He is âNapoleon the small,â an opportunistic scumbag leeching off the legacy of Waterloo and Napoleon to give himself some respectability. He is a metaphorical âgraverobber of Waterlooâ who has all of Napoleonâs dictatorial pettiness without any of his redeeming qualities.
Itâs also worth noting that Marius is Victor âMarieâ Hugoâs self-insert. Hugoâs politics changed wildly over time. Like Marius he was a royalist when was young. And like Marius, he looked up to Napoleon and to Napoleon III, before his views of them were shattered. This is reflected in the way Marius has complicated feelings of loyalty to his father (whoâs very connected to the original Napoleon I) and to Thenardier (whoâs arguably an analogue for Napoleon IiI.)
1851:Â
On December 2, 1851, Louis Napoleon launched his coup, suspending the republicâs constitution he had sworn to uphold. The National Assembly was occupied by troops. Hugo responded by trying to rally people to the barricades to defend Paris against Napoleonâs seizure of power. Protesters were met with brutal repression.  Under increasing threat to his own life, with both of his sons in jail and his death falsely announced, Hugo finally left Paris. He ultimately ended up on the island of Guernsey where he spent much of the next eighteen years and where he would write the bulk of Les MisĂŠrables. It was from here that his most radical and political work was smuggled into France.
Hugo arguably did some of his most important political work after being exiled. In Guernsey, he aided with resistance against the regime of Napoleon III. Hugoâs popularity with the masses also meant that his exile was massive news, and a thing all readers of Les Miserables wouldâve been deeply familiar with.
This is why there are so many bits of Les Mis where the narrator nostalgically reflects on how much they wish they were in Paris again âthese parts are very political; readers wouldâve picked up that this was Victor Hugo reflecting on he cruelty of his own exile. Â
1862-1863: Les Mis is published. It is a barely-veiled call to action against the government of Napoleon III, written about the June Rebellion instead of the current regime partially in order to dodge the censorship laws at the time.
Conservatives despise the book and call it the death of civilization and a dangerous rebellious evil godless text that encourages them to feel bad for the stupid evil criminal rebel poors and etc etc etcâ (see @psalm22-6 âs excellent translations of the ancient conservative reviews)-- but the novel sells very well. Expressing approval or disapproval of the book is considered inherently political, but fortunately it remains unbanned.Â
âŚAnd thatâs it! An ocean of basic historical context about Les Mis!
If anyone has any corrections or additions they would like to make, feel free to add them! I have researched to the best of my ability, but I donât pretend to be perfect. I also recommend listening to the Siecle podcast, which covers the events of the Bourbon Restoration starting at the Battle of Waterloo, if you're interested in learning more about the period!
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The R.Y.S. cutter yacht 'Ganymede', with the owner J.H.W. Pigott Smyth Pigott Esq. on deck, by Nicholas Condy (1793-1857)
Ganymede was a 70-ton cutter first recorded at the Dublin Regatta on 22 July 1828 when she was owned by Colonel Madden. By the time the Colonel was elected to the Royal Yacht Squadron in 1832, he had sold Ganymede to the 3rd Lord Graves who only kept her for one season before selling her to Viscount Exmouth. After two further rapid changes of ownership, she was acquired by J.H.W.P. Smyth-Pigott in 1842 and he kept her until 1848 during which period she is known to have been painted by Condy.
Apart from her appearance at the Dublin Regatta in 1828, there is no other record of Ganymede racing and her subsequent owners appear to have used her exclusively for cruising.
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Socialism: Utopian and Scientific - Part 11
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Then came the Continental revolutions of February and March 1848, in which the working people played such a prominent part, and, at least in Paris, put forward demands which were certainly inadmissible from the point of view of capitalist society. And then came the general reaction. First, the defeat of the Chartists on April 10, 1848; then the crushing of the Paris workingmen's insurrection in June of the same year; then the disasters of 1849 in Italy, Hungary, South Germany, and at last the victory of Louis Bonaparte over Paris, December 2, 1851. For a time, at least, the bugbear of working-class pretensions was put down, but at what cost! If the British bourgeois had been convinced before of the necessity of maintaining the common people in a religious mood, how much more must he feel that necessity after all these experiences? Regardless of the sneers of his Continental compeers, he continued to spend thousands and tens of thousands, year after year, upon the evangelization of the lower orders; not content with his own native religious machinery, he appealed to Brother Jonathan [1], the greatest organizer in existence of religion as a trade, and imported from America revivalism, Moody and Sankey, and the like; and, finally, he accepted the dangerous aid of the Salvation Army, which revives the propaganda of early Christianity, appeals to the poor as the elect, fights capitalism in a religious way, and thus fosters an element of early Christian class antagonism, which one day may become troublesome to the well-to-do people who now find the ready money for it.
It seems a law of historical development that the bourgeoisie can in no European country get hold of political power â at least for any length of time â in the same exclusive way in which the feudal aristocracy kept hold of it during the Middle Ages. Even in France, where feudalism was completely extinguished, the bourgeoisie as a whole has held full possession of the Government for very short periods only. During Louis Philippe's reign, 1830-48, a very small portion of the bourgeoisie ruled the kingdom; by far the larger part were excluded from the suffrage by the high qualification. Under the Second Republic, 1848-51, the whole bourgeoisie ruled but for three years only; their incapacity brought on the Second Empire. It is only now, in the Third Republic, that the bourgeoisie as a whole have kept possession of the helm for more than 20 years; and they are already showing lively signs of decadence. A durable reign of the bourgeoisie has been possible only in countries like America, where feudalism was unknown, and society at the very beginning started from a bourgeois basis. And even in France and America, the successors of the bourgeoisie, the working people, are already knocking at the door.
[1] "Brother Jonathan" â A sort of Anglo-Christian "Uncle Sam".
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im making a thread of things that happened in the wolverine's canonical lifespan. Cause they had movie that was supposed to be his ORIGIN story, but it gave 5 minutes to one experience in his childhood and 45 cumulative seconds to like THREE major wars he was in. So just to highlight how rich this character COULD be with culture across actual CENTURIES here's some shit that Logan Howlett lived through since he was born in the year of our lord, 1832. (By the way, as of earlier this month, that makes him 192 years old cause I think some people just wanted him to have the same birthday as hugh jackman which is great and I support it but I also can't find any evidence that it's actually true.) the last note I will make is that 1832 is neither the date supported by the comics and I've heard that it's not even true for Origins, but it's the most commonly cited and I think it will all be okay. it will all be okay in time. Oh yeah, and spoilers for x men origins Wolverine.
- For historical background, 1801 in America saw the election of Thomas Jefferson, who was the THIRD ever president of the US, so just for context the revolutionary war was just under 30 years prior and the events of Hamilton the musical will shake out within 3 years.
- Anyways in Canada after the American revolution the British split the territory in half, upper and lower Canada and all the British loyalists in the North American colonies went up there. 20 years after the split was the war of 1812.
- Washington Irving was alive during what would be Logan's parents? Time? which I mention because I think Beast would quote him and it would send Logan into a flashback that's the only reason
FROM HERE OUT Logan was probably alive for these things:
- Charles Darwin visits the GalĂĄpagos Islands in 1835 but it's hard to say how that really fits in with there being 'evolved' mutants but it's an interesting thought.
- Telegraphs were being widely used by the 1840s. Cool
- there's the Great famine in Ireland late 1840s which kicks off a lot of immigration to the US, in time for the gold rush starting around 1848. Also during this period Edgar Allan Poe hits national fame
- Ok finally getting to the First fucking thing we even see in Origins after the initial opening scene. This is being shown WHILE credits are rolling: the civil war. (1861-65) (Idk if him and Victor are still living in Canada at this point or if they've emigrated to the US after being on the run(?) but it doesn't really matter since Canadians did fight in the war regardless, mostly on the union side, obviously. By this time, they're both certifiably adults. Also Abraham Lincoln is assassinated.
- the late 1870s had graham bell's telephone and Edison's lightbulb. And wax cylinders for music on phonographs. Battle of Little Bighorn in Montana in the summer of 1876
- 1886 I wrote "statue of liberty put up. damn."
- 1890's: Wounded Knee, Carnegie hall OPENS, Sherlock Holmes first appears in a newspaper. kinda thought that was interesting. 93 there's a depression in America that foreshadows the Great Depression, then oh this one is important,
- 1894 has the first motorcycle production in the US! wow.. later Logan will buy his favorite '48 panhead "new off the line"
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In the late 18th century, [...] Lahaina carried such an abundance of water that early explorers reportedly anointed it âVenice of the Pacificâ. A glut of natural wetlands nourished breadfruit trees, extensive taro terraces and fishponds that sustained wildlife and generations of Native Hawaiian families.
But more than a century and a half of plantation agriculture, driven by American and European colonists, have depleted Lahainaâs streams and turned biodiverse food forests into tinderboxes. Today, Hawaii spends $3bn a year importing up to 90% of its food. This altered ecology, experts say, gave rise to the 8 August blaze that decimated the historic west Maui town and killed more than 111 people.
âThe rise of plantation capital spawned the drying of the west side of Maui,â said Kamana Beamer, a historian and a former member of the Hawaii commission on water resource management [...].
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[S]ugar and pineapple white magnates began arriving on the islands in the early 1800s. For much of the next two centuries, Maui-based plantation owners like Alexander & Baldwin and Maui Land & Pineapple Company reaped enormous fortunes, uprooting native trees and extracting billions of gallons of water from streams to grow their thirsty crops. (Annual sugar cane production averaged 1m tons until the mid-1980s; a pound of sugar requires 2,000lb of freshwater to produce.)
Invasive plants that were introduced as livestock forage, like guinea grass, now cover a quarter of Hawaiiâs surface area. The extensive use of pesticides on Mauiâs pineapple fields poisoned nearby water wells. The dawn of large-scale agriculture dramatically changed land practices in Maui, where natural resources no longer served as a mode of food production or a habitat for birds but a means of generating fast cash, said Lucienne de Naie, an east Maui historian [...].
âThe land was turned from this fertile plain â with these big healthy trees, wetland taros and dryland crops like banana and breadfruit â to a mass of monoculture: to rows and rows of sugar cane, and rows and rows of pineapple,â she said.
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The Great MÄhele of 1848, a ground-breaking law that legitimized private land ownership, laid the ground for big developers to hoard water for profit, said Jonathan Likeke Scheuer, a water policy consultant and co-author of the book Water and Power in West Maui. [...] [T]he creation of private property allowed agricultural corporations to wield âpolitical and ultimately oligarchic powerâ over elected officials. In 1893, a group of sugar magnates and capitalists overthrew the Hawaiian Kingdomâs Queen Liliuokalani, paving the way for the US to annex Hawaii five years later. Sanford Ballard Dole, a cousin of Dole Plantationâs founder, served as the first governor of Hawaii.
When the last of the sugar companies closed in 2016 [...], Scheuer said, the farms were purchased by large investors for real estate speculation and left fallow, overrun with invasive grasses that became fuel for brush fires. Developers [...] took control of the plantationsâ century-old irrigation ditches and diverted water to service its luxury subdivisions. In doing so, it left scraps for Indigenous families who lived downstream. [...] [O]n Maui, 16 of the top 20 water users are resorts, time-shares and short-term condominium rentals equipped with emerald golf courses and glittering pools [...].
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Text by: Claire Wang. "How 19th-century pineapple plantations turned Maui into a tinderbox". The Guardian. 27 August 2023. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]
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The French Revolution may have been one of the worldâs first experiments in mass democracy, but those governing France have long had a problem with the idea.
Throughout the 19th century, successive rulers tried to curtail democratic rights or did away with them altogether. Even the advent of universal male suffrage in 1848 did little to inflect this skepticism. A large swath of the governing classes mistrusted the masses and the elections that gave them a voice. (And most of those in power also agreed that women should not be given the vote; they were only enfranchised in 1945.)
The catastrophic defeat of 1940 at the hands of the Germans and Franceâs experience of authoritarian rule under Marshal Philippe PĂŠtain ensured that, after the liberation of France in 1944, most anti-democratic voices were silenced. But French politicians did not suddenly embrace the democratic process.
On the contrary, the reconstruction of the country after the war was led by unelected technocrats, and when Charles de Gaulle returned to power in 1958, he changed the constitution to ensure that the democratic urges of the French were firmly kept in check. His new constitutional settlementâknown as the Fifth Republicâbypassed parliament by creating one of the most powerful directly elected executives in the world. It also instituted a two-round electoral system that was designed to allow voters to express their frustration in the first round before making a âsensibleâ choice in the subsequent runoff.
As for the French themselves, they have long been aware of the various attempts to keep their political urges at bay. That is why the power of protest and the fear of the angry mob have been powerful driving forces in French politics. Even today, every minister knows that their days are numbered if the street turns against them, regardless of the result of the previous election.
With all of this historical baggage, it is not hard to see why almost everyone was completely taken aback by President Emmanuel Macronâs unexpected announcement on June 9 that he would be dissolving parliament. Only an hour before, the first estimations of the results of the European Parliament elections had been released. There was little in the way of suspense: Opinion polls had predicted for months that the far-right National Rally party would do very well. In the moments before Macron spoke, people were more likely to be worried about finishing their washing-up than the composition of the European Parliament.
But Macron had other ideas. His decision to call an election flew in the face of two centuries of French political history. Every single one of his predecessors would have told him the same thing: When the chips are down, the very last thing you do is ask the French people to decide. They will punish youânot simply because they donât like you, but also because you had the temerity to ask them what they think.
How, then, can we explain such a momentous and uncharacteristic decision?
In the days since Macronâs announcement, even the most experienced political journalists have struggled to answer this question. It appears that there was a special group of advisors working on the possibility of dissolving parliament. There were also members of Macronâs coalition who were recommending this course of actionâespecially a cluster of right-wing senators, whose mandate is not dependent on the outcome of direct elections.
But this is hardly an adequate explanation. Presidents always have teams whose job it is to game different political scenarios, and they also have to deal with incessant lobbying from their allies. If we want to understand Macronâs logic then we need to probe deeper into his worldview and his vision of French politics.
We might start with the historical precedents that exist for Macronâs dissolution of parliament. There have been only three preemptive dissolutions of the parliament under the Fifth Republic: In 1962, de Gaulle needed parliamentary support for his decision to create the directly elected presidency. In 1968, he sought a new mandate in the wake of the huge student and worker protests that had taken place in the spring. And in 1997, Chirac hoped to confirm his success in the presidential elections of 1995 by renewing the right-wing majority in parliament.
It is clear which of these precedents is in Macronâs mind. In 1962 and 1968, de Gaulleâs party was massively reelected, and he came away with renewed legitimacy for his policies. In 1997, by contrast, Chirac was severely punished. The left gained more than 200 seats and formed the majority in parliament until 2002. Given how much more fragmented French politics is in 2024âand given the collapse in party discipline since the 1990sâthe dissolution of 1997 seems to be a far more accurate guide to what might happen in a few weeksâ time.
Of course, Macron knows his political history; he knows the risks. He might believe that he has the charisma and stature of de Gaulle, but he will be aware that the general himself was punished by the popular vote. When de Gaulle called a referendum on decentralization only a year after his spectacular success in the 1968 parliamentary election, he told the French that he would resign if he lost. And he still lost.
Even the most formidable French leader of the 20th century was ejected from power by a dissatisfied electorate. What makes Macron think he can do better?
The only credible answer, it seems to me, is that he has belatedly embraced the power of chaos. After telling the French incessantly since his first victory in 2017 that he is the guarantor of stability and the only bulwark against the political extremes in France and Europe, he has decided that his goals can be most successfully achieved by utterly destroying the existing system of political parties and coalition.
Already in the past few days, profound realignments have taken place on the left and right of the political spectrum. It is not impossible that the French center rightâthe political heirs of Gaullismâwill all but disappear. On the left, the real fear of a far-right government has forced entirely incompatible politicians, from Trotskyists to centrist social democrats, into an ad hoc alliance. In the best-case scenario, Macron emerges from this turmoil as the only credible figure of government, like a revolutionary leader left standing after a purge.
But the risks of unleashing chaos are huge. Macron could lose his parliamentary power and his party. He could suffer a crushing defeat at the hands of an angry electorate. Most of all, he could permanently tarnish his legacy by being the first French president to swear in a far-right prime minister who is supported by a far-right majority in parliament. The symbolism of this would be almost as powerful as the notorious picture of PĂŠtain shaking hands with Hitler in 1940.
Many people have compared Macronâs gamble to former Prime Minister David Cameronâs decision to call a referendum on the United Kingdomâs membership of the European Union in 2016. But Cameron was naive: He was told he would win, and he had not drawn any lessons from the near-miss of the referendum on Scottish independence in 2014.
Macron is not naive; he understands exactly what he has done. He may, in time, be vindicated. But if he fails, he alone will bear the responsibility for tearing France apart.
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"Although I have never had the pleasure of a personal acquaintance, nor can I flatter myself that you have ever heard of me before the late convention, yet as I feel quite acquainted with you from a general knowledge of your widely extended reputation, and as our fellow citizens have seen fit to associate our names for the next Presidential contest, I take the liberty by introduction of enclosing a copy of my acceptance of the nomination...I should be happy to hear from you."
-- Millard Fillmore, writing to General Zachary Taylor with his acceptance of the Whig Party's nomination to be Taylor's Vice President in the 1848 election. Not only had Taylor and Fillmore never met before becoming running mates, but they'd never even corresponded prior to this message sent by Fillmore.
The first time that Taylor and Fillmore actually met one another in-person was at the Willard Hotel in Washington, D.C. in late-February 1849, just a week before they were to be inaugurated -- and nearly four months after they had been elected President and Vice President.
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An image of the Third French Revolution in 1848. With an economic crisis, workers unhappy, and election reformers agitating for Universal Male Suffrage, it all came to a head when a meeting of the so-called Campagne Des Banquets, held to evade the prohibition on public assemblies, was prohibited. Workers and students took to the streets, set up barricades. They were met with police violence and the National Guard, and the army being called out. The National Guard sided with the revolutionaries and overthrew the monarchy.
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The first Swiss Federal Council was elected on November 6, 1848.
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âAbraham Lincoln's election was favorably influenced by the influx of German revolutionaries who fled Europe after the failed revolutions of 1848. Then, his agenda to establish a central government with unlimited political power caused the American Civil War. This fascinating book puts forth these arguments and also explores how, after the war, the legality of secession was viewed.â
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October 31st 1860 saw the death of Thomas Cochrane, Earl of Dundonald, Scottish sailor, MP, and eccentric.
There will no doubt be many of you who will not know of Thomas Cochrane, but of those that donât, if you have visited Culross you will have seen his bust which sits in front of the palace there, as swn in the pic.
Thomas Cochrane was one of the most remarkable of all naval sea captains. He was the inspiration for both C.S. Foresterâs Horatio Hornblower and Patrick O'Brianâs Jack Aubrey novels. (The film Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World is based on O'Brianâs novels.)Cochrane made his mark as sea-captain, politician, admiral and naval innovator.
Born at Annisfield in Lanarkshire, he joined the Royal Navy as a 17-year-old midshipman, serving first under his uncle, Alexander Cochrane. Soon promoted to Lieutenant, he took command of the brig HMS Speedy and quickly won a reputation as one of the most ingenious and audacious naval officers - the Speedy captured more than 50 ships, 120 guns and 500 prisoners within a year.
Most famously, in 1801 Cochrane captured the Spanish frigate El Gamo. He wielded a cutlass himself as his men stormed aboard El Gamo, forcing the Spaniards to surrender within minutes. Speedy lost only one man killed and three wounded, and Cochrane was immediately promoted to Captain. Itâs the type of swashbuckling scene that you see in movies, but it was for real.
Napoleon called him Le Loup de Mer (the Sea Wolf) and ordered his capture.The headstrong and outspoken qualities which made Cochrane a brilliant captain worked against him when he campaigned for naval and parliamentary reform as a politician. In 1806 he entered Parliament as the MP for Honiton, Devon, and then in 1807 for Westminster. In years gone bt it wasnât unusual for the well off to âbuyâ seats far from where they came from.
He railed against inefficiency and corruption at the Admiralty and among MPs and was falsely accused of fraud during the 1814 Stock Exchange scandal . At his trial Cochrane was fined ÂŁ1,000, sentenced to the pillory, expelled from the Commons (to which he was immediately re-elected), stripped of his rank, deprived of his knighthood (which was not restored until the 1840s) and put in prison. Cochrane escaped from jail, was rearrested in the House of Commons and fined another ÂŁ1,000, which was paid by his Westminster electors who gave a penny each.
Persona non grata in his own country, Cochrane went on to command the Chilean, Brazilian and Greek navies, helping them fight for independence. In 1831 he succeeded to his fatherâs title, becoming 10th Earl of Dundonald. There was a complete change round - he received a Royal pardon and was fully reinstated and was made an Admiral. For three years from 1848, Cochrane commanded the Navyâs American and West Indies station. Only his age (he was 79) prevented him from being put in command of the British fleet during the Crimean War.
Cochrane died in on this day 1860 and was buried in Westminster Abbey. He is considered Scotlandâs greatest naval hero, while his exploits might give the impression of a swashbuckling hero, as I pertained to earlier, not all he did was heroic, he advocated the use of gas and chemical warfare, although not used in his lifetime his ideas were evident in the later first world war, for that we have to hang our heads in shame.
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