#or generalissimo

[generalissimomayhem]

Idk why, but I feel these three must be related.

[amateurvoltaire]

252 years ago, on a quiet Sunday, a boy was born, not in a fashionable 18th-century château but within the sombre walls of a fortress.

La Durbelière, with its moss-covered stones and silent moat, held the boy's first cries within its weathered 15th-century walls. This was a place of solid stone and ancient oaks, where the winds carried the scent of earth and the songs of the Poitevin countryside. This was a place where the laughter of the boy, his siblings and peasant children from the parish echoed alongside the thundering of hooves. This was a place where he grew wild and free, tracing paths through the tall grass and dreaming beneath the sheltering branches of trees that had seen so much.

This was a place where the boy would come to love his region and his people so deeply, so completely, that just 21 years later, he would give his life to protect them and everything they stood for.

[eizneckam]

the issue with the trolley problem has always been the lack of personal investment, which is how utilitarians like it. for some reason many people looove to imagine themselves "making tough decisions" (aka sacrificing hordes of innocents), as if that proves their moral superiority or something? it's very easy to push the big red button on countless faceless strangers. here's one for you. you wake up tied to a trolley track. you see on the other rail, which the trolley is heading toward, one hundred people also tied up. luckily, you're holding the button that will divert the trolley back to you. now what do you do?

of course, a lot of people will lie and say "i would sacrifice myself" but in action i guarantee that 99% of self professed utilitarians would not actually do so. not so easy to push that big red button when you're getting ground under the wheels, right?

[generalissimomayhem]

Mom gave me Aperol/Campari once, and I haven't been able to get over it.

It's SO nasty, is like chewing tylenol

what is THE worst thing you've ever drank. all liquids acceptable. please tell me what it was, bonus points for why

[travismichaelkelce]

[generalissimomayhem]

These two are (almost) the same to me stg

[generalissimomayhem]

I knew it could happen on inside buildings and houses because that's a bit obvious.

But on the outside? Nah, that sounds demonic.

do people who live in countries that don't have snow know about the snow silence? When you get a nice big dumping of fresh snow and you step outside into an infinitely harshly contrasted world and there's no sound because the snow absorbs it all? I believe it fits the traditional use of terrific both wonderful and incredible but also causing a great terror.

[justinjwong]

More PbP RPG OCs for a friend of mine.

Tried a few different things with the lighting and composition.

[stealingyourstoats]

hii! for the oc thing: ⭐️🌹

:D

Hello and thank you for the ask!!

If I were to pick, I think the star and the rose best describe my guy Perilius!

(This is a small doodle I made on the spot. I promise he is not always naked haha)

Why it reminds me of them:

He is the Generalissimo of Meillandria. The star reminds me of his military role and the rose reminds me of how I named Meillandria after Meilland roses (papa meilland specifically. If he was clothed + colored you'd see the dark red)

Random fact about them:

He might be one of the most powerful people in the empire of Meillandria, but he's still squeamish with his food. He'll go out of his way to get a burger with no pickles.

[kvetchlandia]

Well...

it's been more than a month since I, and all of us on the planet, have been bodily transported to the living hell of Trumpworld. I can't say that I'm used to it, since I doubt I ever will be, nor can I call this "the new normal," since it's anything but normal. Nonetheless, it is reality and I guess I'm finally recognizing that my utter revulsion with everyone and everything associated with it is just going to be the stuff of my daily life, not that I want to be a pessimist, forever...or at least fairly likely for whatever the duration of my life might be. Those of you not in the United States and who don't follow American news any more closely than you have to are probably blessedly unaware of the horrors being inflicted by the repugnant, crude, ignorant, vile, corrupt racist, sexist, utterly demented and severely ego-damaged emperor wannabe on those of us who currently have the misfortune of living under the regime of that sadly twisted freak and his co-monster, Elon Musk. I'll spare you a running list of the horrible, sociopathological things they're doing, all in the interest of further enriching themselves while at the same time destroying what little there ever was of a social safety net in this country and making the United States' already rapacious capitalism into such a virulent, unregulated form of an already outdated and destructive economic system that it will boggle the minds of even the most parasitic corporate parasites. All this is by way of saying that I guess I recognize what reality is and I'm not gonna change it one iota by only posting anti-fascist imagery. So, maybe I'll make an attempt to get back to something that's at least a little closer to my usual old posts, at least until one of the actions of His Imperial Highness, Generalissimo, Field Marshall, Dear Leader, Duce, President-for-Life and Defender of the Cult, Trump I, and his co-emperor, Elon the Barf-Inducing sets me off again. But that'll be tomorrow, because I've already exhausted myself just thinking about this catastrophe.

[generalissimomayhem]

As a catholic raised person (now a hardened agnostic), to me will always be WILD, when catholics get called out for idolatry and being called "worshippers" when you have shite like this happening in protestant churches (specially evangelical churches):

One of my favorite things about the difference between Protestant denominations and Catholicism is that Protestants made their whole thing being So Fucking Boring(tm) and normal that if you were raised around Protestants with little to no connection to the Catholic Church when you find out about all the saints and rituals and bones and shit it genuinely comes off as a little like...pagan isn't the right word exactly but you know what I mean? Like for my entire life good Christians sat on folding chairs in a beige basement eating shitty donuts from Albertsons and told me liking Pokemon and Halloween made me a sinner and then I go to see an old Catholic church and there's just like. A fucking ancient corpse in the room?? That everyone is praying over??? Like????? And THIS is actually the religion all the "Pokemon normalizes devil worship" guys originally came from several hundred years ago??????

It's wild okay. It's just wild.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Stephen Leaves

Stephen King: submitted for the approval of the midnight Elon Musk: [rising from bushes] eyyyy stephano king King: what is it now elon Musk: eyyyy you mean el supreme generalissimo Musk esq Musk: grand high director of da us department of very funny memes

Musk: i slasha da government waste Musk: now we getta ridda da roads anna da libraries Musk: we spenda da tax dollars onna da important things King: like what? Musk: da memes Musk: i maka dis gold-plated dancing baby from ally mcbeal

Musk: i maka da memes eyyy! Musk: i controlla da dialogue eyyy! Musk: i ama da king of alla da media! Musk: justa lika dat great Americana hero Giuseppe Goebbels!

Musk: oh cazzata i shoulda notta said he was American Musk: cazzata i shoulda notta said he was great Musk: CAZZATA i definitely should notta said he was a hero! Musk: Musk: itsa too hot here

Musk: now dat i amma da government Musk: dat means you gotta be my friend Musk: or you face-a da consequences onna x.gov Musk: da fourtha branch offa da government!

Stephen King: you know what i'm done with this Poe: now don't do anything rash steve King: i'm gonna do it Poe: steve what are you going to do King: i'm gonna King: DELETE MY ACCOUNT

Musk: mama mia!! Stephano king! you no canna do dat! Musk: you gonna leava alla dis behind? racistfrog420: concerning, my liege racistfrog_but_also_fat420: concerning, my liege bitcoin_von_ribbentrop420: concerning, my liege bigtittytiffanyxxx: pussy in bio

King: finally! King: i'm free of twitter! King: free of the shackles of King: dad jokes are legal again! King: i have arrived… King: on threads!

Poe: you realize what this means Poe: if you're not on twitter anymore for elon to harass Poe: we've lost our very tenuous excuse to make elon musk jokes King: it's a sacrifice i'm willing to make

[st-just]

You sometimes see 'Shogun' translated as 'Generalissimo' in popular English-language texts (mostly older ones, granted). And like, not even considering how accurate that is, in this day and age I just wonder if there are actually that many mono-lingual English speakers who know the meaning of generalissimo but not shogun.

[sufficientlyantique]

"Generalissimo Francisco Franco is still dead"

So is Julius Caesar!

Hanif Abdurraqib is the poetical voice of our time, our generation, our people

[generalissimomayhem]

Is funny to me how in the og version of TNMN, you have to allow The Masked Ghost to enter and in this new version, is just a fraction of a second to NOT let her in.

[whencyclopedia]

Drownings at Nantes

The Drownings at Nantes were a series of mass killings that took place in Nantes, France from November 1793 to February 1794 during the Reign of Terror. Overseen by Jean-Baptiste Carrier, the representative-on-mission from Paris, thousands of “counter-revolutionary” prisoners were taken out on barges to the middle of the Loire River where they were sunk.

These mass drownings, or noyades, were at first conducted in secret under the cover of darkness. Consequently, there is little information about how often they occurred, as well as the precise number of victims, a number which could range anywhere between 1,800 and 4,800 with some sources putting the number as high as 10,000. Victims were inhabitants of Nantes’ prisons and were therefore rebels captured during the War in the Vendée, refractory Catholic priests and nuns, and other “suspects” imprisoned under the laws imposed by the Terror. The scale and brutality of this massacre has earned it notoriety as one of the most horrific acts of civilian slaughter to occur during the French Revolution (1789-1799).

Prelude: Nantes & the Vendée

During the time of the Revolution, Nantes was one of the wealthiest cities in France. Situated on the Loire River, about 31 miles from the Atlantic coast, it was a major hub for trade and trans-Atlantic travel. With a population of 90,000, Nantes was second only to Bordeaux in importance on France’s west coast. It was home to wealthy bourgeoisie, merchants, and master craftsmen, and it attracted many countryside peasants looking for work. When the Revolution began in 1789, it was generally welcomed by the Nantais citizens, who showed their support by emulating the Storming of the Bastille and seizing their own local chateau, the Castle of the Dukes of Brittany.

Meanwhile, the rural lands in the region of the Vendée, just south of Nantes, were on average more politically and religiously conservative than the rest of France and bristled under the anti-Catholic reforms imposed by the revolutionaries. Most egregious was the Civil Constitution of the Clergy, which outlawed all religious orders and subjected the French Catholic Church to the authority of the state. Clergymen who refused to swear oaths of loyalty to the new constitution were labelled refractory priests and were barred from preaching; by late 1791, such clerics were considered to be counter-revolutionary conspirators and calls went up for their arrests or deportations.

The pious residents of the Vendée saw this as an attack against their way of life and were therefore alienated from the Revolution. When, in February 1793, the National Convention called for 300,000 soldiers to fight in the War of the First Coalition (1792-97), to be raised by conscription if necessary, the Vendeans decided they had had enough. Thousands of peasant uprisings blossomed into a full-fledged rebellion, combining their strength into a unified force that became known as the Catholic and Royal Army. Although the War in the Vendée had not begun with royalist intentions, the rebels made their disdain for the Republic known by acknowledging the claim of Louis XVII of France, the uncrowned boy king still being held captive in Paris.

Under the command of the imposing generalissimo Jacques Cathelineau, the rebels enjoyed initial success. The spring of 1793 saw the entire Vendée region fall to rebel control, and every Republican force sent against them was defeated. Despite his reluctance to give up the home advantage, Cathelineau realized the war must be taken to enemy soil. Rather than striking a blow at Paris itself, Cathelineau instead marched his army to Nantes, which was besieged at the end of June. The wealthy port city would make an excellent prize; not only would it make for a strong provisional capital for the insurrection, but the Vendeans planned to invite a British invasion force into the harbor. With British support, the rebels would have the strength to threaten Paris.

The rebels demanded the immediate surrender of Nantes, lest the garrison be put to the sword. But they had been made over-confident by months of easy victories, and failed to realize that the 10,000-man city garrison was better disciplined and more experienced than any Republican force they had yet encountered. When the garrison refused to surrender, the rebels launched a sloppy, uncoordinated attack on 29 June that ended in disaster when Cathelineau was mortally wounded by a sharpshooter. The massive failure of the Battle of Nantes would mark the beginning of the end of the Catholic and Royal Army, which limped back into the Vendée where it was ruthlessly ground into the dirt by well-equipped and well-trained Republican troops.

As the Republic ravaged the Vendée as punishment for its treason, thousands of Vendean peasants fled the warzone, looking for sanctuary. Many of them arrived outside Nantes, hoping that as non-combatants they would be given refuge. Instead, they were clapped in irons and thrown into the prisons alongside their fathers and brothers who had been captured after the battle and had since been languishing as prisoners-of-war. On 17 September 1793, the quasi-dictatorial Committee of Public Safety enacted the Law of Suspects, which demanded the arrests of all counter-revolutionary “suspects” across France, a term so vague it could be bent to apply to just about anyone. In Nantes and the surrounding lands, those who had aided the Vendean rebels were arrested, as were refractory priests and nuns, and those who were suspected of harboring royalist or Catholic sympathies. By November, the prisons of Nantes were bursting at the seams, with roughly 10,000 people clumped together in small, sordid cells. This was a staggering number, equivalent to more than a tenth of the city’s general population.

Naturally, this put a strain on the city’s resources. Nantes had been made into an immense military hospital, and now had to provide for thousands of wounded Republican troops, all the counter-revolutionary prisoners, and its own population. With winter on the way, the municipal government wrote to the Committee of Public Safety in Paris for help. In answer, the Committee sent a representative-on-mission, Jean-Baptiste Carrier, to Nantes. With him went death.

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