Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Giacomo Matteotti (1885-1924)

His Story Tells Us Trump Is Losing 

Giacomo Matteotti.


On May 30, 1924, Giacomo Matteotti gave a speech to the Italian parliament, of which he was a member. Ten days later, he was dead - murdered by Prime Minister Mussolini's thugs. 

For the next several months, everyone in Italy held their breath. But in the end, Mussolini's true power base - the country's elite - refused to move against him. The king? Crickets. The pope? Ditto. The industrialists, the big farmers? They all stood behind their boy. The police, the judges, the army? They all toed the line.

And that was when Mussolini knew he owned the country. He lasted another twenty years and then was strung up by his heels in a gas station on the outskirts of Milan. 

Matteotti's sin was to say the quiet part out loud. People had to know what was going on in the provinces, with Fascist goons upending the election process and generally intimidating anyone who did not toe the Fascist line. But people hid their eyes behind a veil of plausible deniability.

"The outcry over Matteotti's murder offered the king and the conservative establishment their best opportunity to remove Mussolini from office. Once again, several paths were open to them. They chose not to press their doubts over Mussolini to the point of active steps to remove him, however, fearful that this would open the way to renewed chaos or to a government of the Left." (Robert O. Paxton, The Anatomy of Fascism, 2004, p. 110.) 

I think the situation in the United States today differs from the situation in Italy in two important ways. First, the people have not been quelled. We just saw that, again, on No Kings day, last Saturday. Second, the elites are not solid in their support of Trump. In fact, I see cracks developing pretty much everywhere.

Just look at Trump's birthday parade. Can we talk about the army's malicious compliance? I think so. The police are busy distancing themselves from ICE. The judges have in many instances stood up, and the lower courts are placing the Supreme Court in a bind. Roberts does not want to go down in history as the worst chief justice ever. America's Catholic bishops have think twice about doing what they want to do - the pope may be displeased.

Business is all over the place, trying to figure out how to deal with Trump's economic insanity. Although I'm sure that Jamie Dimon still has that little Mussolini plush doll that he goes to bed with every night. 

And the big farmers never expected Trump to deport all their workers, which is what he seemed about to do until they ran to him whining. So you can look for Trump to keep invading the big blue cities, where the pickings are much slimmer and where he runs the risk of being stuck in quagmire and humiliated when he discovers that he can't easily turn around and get out. One place where the TACO strategy won't work. 

Oh, wait. Now they're going after the farm workers again. Or maybe not. Oh, well. It doesn't matter. Either way, they're screwed.

Even the mainstream media are beginning to move quietly away from their stance as enablers of fascism. I do wish they, and certain Democratic politicians, would stop acting surprised by current events. We've been in a cold civil war since the 2016 election. Now, after the 2024 election, it's turning hot. Shock, yes. The spilling of actual blood here is a shock. It is not a surprise.

Meanwhile, Democratic governors are standing up and defending the rights of their sovereign states. No such power bases existed in Italy.

I think that Trump may be feeling right now a lot like Lemuel Gulliver felt when he woke up on the beach in Lilliput and found that he could not move. The Lilliputians had tied him down with the strongest ropes they had. To Gulliver, these ropes looked like fine silk thread. But there were a lot of them, and he couldn't move. 

One more thought

Mussolini hesitated for several months to walk through the open door that had been presented to him. It was only after a meeting with senior party members, who were not amused by his dilly-dallying, that he screwed up his courage and walked through the door to a full dictatorship. (Paxton, p. 110.) 

In America, I think there are several people in Trump's orbit who would be happy to replace him. JD Vance is number one in the line of succession, and I'm sure his master Peter Thiel would be pleased to see him ascend to the top spot.

For an interesting story from 1926, in Time magazine, click here. It appears that the goons who killed Matteotti weren't any better at their job than Kristi Noem was at killing her goat. 

See also Just Another Picture, Kristi Noem Shot Her Dog and Her Goat, Unleashing the Oligarchs, QuagmireMussolini's Personal Sex Factory, Fascism, What Happened in Ferrara?

Sunday, June 15, 2025

No King, No Clown!

Most People Say No Crown, but, Well, You Know ...

Waiting for the start.


The No Kings rally in Philadelphia on Saturday, June 14, was a big, happy gathering with some knockout speakers, most notably Jamie Raskin, member of Congress and Constitutional scholar. The sky was overcast, and there were some sprinkles, but the crowd, estimated at up to 100,000, didn't seem to mind. 

Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, my eight-year-old grandson marched with a Support Ukraine sign.

Photo courtesy of Alicia West.


These were only two of many, many protests. The organizers are reporting up to 11 million participants across the nation, and they're still counting. The people have spoken (again). Will the deaf-mute Republicans in the Senate pay us any mind? Kill the bill, boys and girls!

And four people - two state legislators and their spouses - were shot in Minnesota. Police are seeking a 57-year-old man named Vance Luther Boelter. He's reportedly 6 foot 1 and 220 pounds, with brown hair and brown eyes. 

And of course Little Donnie Trump had his birthday party in Washington, D.C. He and a few thousand of his closest friends played tin soldier. It rained. And of course there was the District's famous combo of heat and swamp-like humidity. Spectators were not allowed to bring water.

I have a bible verse for Donnie: "For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind." (Hosea 8:7.) 

Here's what will be on my sign at the next rally:

Boil Ice - Turn Up the Heat!

See also Message for the Mad King.

Thursday, June 12, 2025

Kristi Noem Shot Her Dog and Her Goat

But She Didn't Shoot a U.S. Senator


So should we be grateful? I don't think so. But I wouldn't be surprised if she thought so. 

That's how Nazi uberfrauen think: Be grateful I didn't kill you.

These people have to go. Now.

Two stories from the Guardian (not subject to censorship):

On the dog-goat thing (click here).

On U.S, Senator Alex Padilla (click here).

See also: Message for the Mad King.



Monday, June 9, 2025

The Significance of a Stroll

There Is Magic in Walking Together 

George Washington at the Battle of Princeton,
January 3, 1777.

I had a history professor in college named John Shy. He was a military historian, and he had an interesting take on George Washington's approach to the Revolutionary War.

The early part of the Revolution was not good for George, and I think most people have no idea how close the Americans came to losing the war at the Battle of Brooklyn in August 1776 and in the subsequent campaign. (For more, see The Gowanus Transforms, Again.)

At some point, however, Washington realized that the key to his success would not come in a major battle where all the chips were on the table. Instead, he came to realize that his path to success lay in keeping his army together and in the field. As long as he did that, the Brits could not declare victory.

And that's what he did. He also crossed the Delaware in December 1776 and smacked the snot out of the Hessian mercenaries who thought they had settled into winter quarters in Trenton.

The counterpunches were essential to staying in the war, but the key strategy was to maintain a force in being and never gamble the whole army on a single cast of the dice.

Time helped him in many ways. The Continental Army got better. The Brits, under pressure to suppress a surprisingly durable rebellion, kept trying things that didn't work. And eventually the French came in, and the fighting ended at Yorktown.

I think there is a lesson here for patriotic Americans today. We face a government controlled by Donald Trump and his fellow fascists. They control the high ground. But they do not control the people.

Properly led, the people will win this fight. But the key is maintaining the force in being. The fascists will do everything they can to demoralize and scatter us. We must do everything we can to maintain our solidarity and staying power.

People wonder whether rallies and marches do any good. The answer is yes. People need to stand with their fellow soldiers, shoulder to shoulder, and see that they are part of a much bigger movement. It is an energizing and uplifting experience.

I often hear the thought that a rally in Philadelphia will have no effect on a Republican farmer in Iowa. And I think there is truth in that. A very large part of the American population in the Revolution was essentially neutral. The key was in the hands of the active patriots, and keeping them in the field as an organized force.

So when someone tells you that rallies are a waste of time, and we're failing to reach the indecisive middle, just tell them that the primary mission is to keep our organization together, well trained, well equipped, well led, and in the field.

No Kings.

Charles Wilson Peale painted George Washington at the Battle of Princeton several times. The version above was completed in 1779 and currently resides at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts in Philadelphia. 

See also We Were There All AlongQuagmire, The Gowanus Transforms, Again; Why Do We Do Sports Anyway?

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Viva la Muerte!

Does Joni Ernst Have a Death Wish?

U.S. Senator Ernst "apologizing."


All Joni Ernst did at her May 30 town hall was state the obvious in an inappropriate context. After all, it is true: "We all are going to die." Her interlocutors may have been inarticulate, but their meaning should have been clear to her. People who will die without their medicine would like to have their medicine. Ernst didn't want to address that issue, so she sought to shift the argument away from it and managed to pull off a gaffe that may end her career.

And then she put out an "apology" video that made matters even worse.

There are actually less attractive positions on this particular mine field. I don't think, for instance, that she's an actual death lover. Back in the Spanish Civil War, Franco's fascist troops used to shout Viva la muerte! Which means Long live death!

I don't think she's there. But I think she may be on nearby territory. In an old Ingmar Bergman movie, an attractive young woman says, "I often long for death." She said it in Swedish, but as I recall there were subtitles.

It happens. Some people have just seen too much. Others see a catastrophic failure in their immediate future, and would rather not go through it. "Shoot me now" was the semi-joke at one of my jobs.

It's possible that Ernst has seen too much and also has a clear view of the coming days. I wonder how many people like her are floating around in Trump World.

See also Just Another Picture, Message for the Mad King.

Thursday, May 29, 2025

Thanks to All

June Begins on Sunday


Many minds came together, and many hands worked together. This poster indicates that the new loading zones and no-stopping signs are coming to Pine and Spruce in June. 

See also Mayor Parker Signs No Stopping Bill.

Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Just Another Picture

What the Future Holds


In case you're interested, Donald Trump is staring at his own death. He actually seems a bit surprised. He's turning 79 next month, so he shouldn't be surprised. Maybe he thought he was going to live forever. I just turned 78. Donnie should grow up and face the music.

Meanwhile, little Mikey Johnson is also staring at Trumpie's death, and he seems quite happy, not to say smug. He knows in his heart that JD Vance - the Tool of Thiel -  won't last long. And then he - Master Mikey - will ascend to the throne - oops, the White House. It will not be a techno-fascist state. It will be a theocratic fascist state. 

Or maybe they will once again come up just a bit short. A falling out among thieves can go in a bunch of different directions. 

See also Sacrilege, Elon Musk Is a Martian, The Tool of Thiel in Thule, Unleashing the Oligarchs.

Monday, May 19, 2025

Evening on the Boardwalk

Finding Peace, With or Without a Crowd


Asbury Park's boardwalk becomes a different place at the end of the day. Usually there are fewer people, and the light is softer. The world is suggesting to us, by reducing the intensity of our environment, that it might be time to reduce our internal intensity. 

There are also special gifts, like the eastern sky in the picture above. This display is known as the Belt of Venus. It doesn't happen every night, but it's worth keeping an eye out for it. 

Sunsets in Asbury Park can be quite intense, and I love those too. But the quiet pastels of the Belt of Venus have a special place in my heart. 

At what time does the evening begin? I find that's a tricky question. Back when I was working, my evening began at 5 o'clock. Not that my work necessarily stopped at 5, but the gears inside my head definitely shifted. 

Astronomers seem to prefer the term twilight, which itself has a number of different definitions - civil, nautical, astronomical. Evening, on the other hand, seems entirely up for grabs.

I've decided it's a conversation between my external world and my internal life.

The position of the sun is important, of course, but again there is flexibility. The photo above was taken about 6 pm last October. The photo below (taken from a rooftop restaurant, by the way) is from last July, at 7 pm. For me, both of these are evening.


Again, I think it's the softness of the light that makes it evening. 

Eventually, of course, the sun goes down, and a little later we get to something called last light. Then the sky finally gives up being blue and becomes black velvet. But I would argue that, even then, evening can continue.

This can be assisted, as the natural light fades, by the deft addition of artificial light. The key here is to mix and balance the various light sources to provide a gentle, pleasing illumination. Below is, I think, a good example of doing it right. 


So when is evening? It's when your world and your mind agree that you are in the evening. 

See also Lighting Rittenhouse, City of Lights, Umbrellaville, Night Lights at Coney Island, Painting with Light.

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Medicine in 1726

Gulliver Explains to the Houyhnhnms

Jonathan Swift, aka Lemuel Gulliver.

In her May 4 letter,  Heather Cox Richardson explains that Robert F. Kennedy Jr., secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services and a member Donald Trump's cabinet, appears not to believe in "the foundational principle of modern medicine: germ theory." Instead, he seems to be attracted by the older "miasma theory" and also "terrain theory."

I found this news sufficiently depressing that I went in search of an antidote. Fortunately, one was ready to hand. I had recently reread Jonathan Swift's Gulliver's Travels, which was first published in 1726. In the last part of the book, Gulliver finds himself in the land of the Houyhnhnms, explaining medicine to his Houyhnhnm host, who is a horse (all the Houyhnhnms are horses).

He told his host that "there was a Sort of People bred up among us, in the Profession or Pretence of curing the Sick. ... Their fundamental is that all Diseases arise from Repletion [a state of being filled or overfilled]; from whence they conclude that a great Evacuation of the Body is necessary, either through the natural Passage, or upwards at the Mouth. Their next Business is from Herbs, Minerals, Gums, Oyls, Shells, Salts, Juices, Sea-weed, Excrements, Barks of Trees, Serpents, Toads, Frogs, Spiders, dead Men's Flesh and Bones, Beasts and Fishes, to form a Composition for Smell and Taste the most abominable, nauseous and detestable, that they can possibly contrive, which the Stomach immediately rejects with Loathing: And this they call a Vomit. Or else from the same Store-house, with some other poynsonous Additions, they command us to take in at the Orifice above or below (just as the Physician then happens to be disposed), a Medicine equally annoying and disgustful to the Bowels; which relaxing the Belly, drives down all before it: And this they call a Purge, or a Clyster." 

(Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels, ed. Daniel Cook, 2023, pp. 255-256; if you're looking at a different edition, search in part 4, chapter 6.) 

There's more, but I'll spare you.

People have been sending copies of George Orwell's 1984 to their senators and members of Congress. I think maybe I'll start going to used bookstores and picking up dog-eared copies of Gulliver's Travels and sending them to Washington, D.C. 

Quack.

The portrait of Jonathan Swift above was painted by Charles Jervas in 1710. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons. 

See also The 800-Pound Gorilla in the Oval Office.

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Sacrilege



We live in a secular age, and I think it may be hard for many people to understand the gravity of what Donald Trump has done by pretending to dress himself in the pope's clothes.

Sacrilege is a word you don't hear much anymore. One definition is "gross irreverence toward a hallowed person, place, or thing" (Merriam-Webster). Synonyms include blasphemy, defilement, profanation.

Recently I was working on an article about eighteenth-century France, and I came across a story about a young man who did much less that Donald Trump has just done:

Back in everyday France, the revocation of the Edict of Nantes meant that the government would persecute people who did not toe the Catholic line. Professor Darnton provides a vivid picture of what this oppression could look like on an individual level. This example is actually from the reign of Louis XV: "Francois-Jean, Chevalier de la Barre, was convicted of blasphemy and sacrilege in 1765. He had failed to take off his hat when a religious procession with the Eucharist passed by in a street in Abbeville, and according to a rumor, he and other feckless young men had desecrated a cross. ... He was condemned to have his tongue cut out, to be beheaded, and to have his body burned on a bonfire... ." In the end, the excision of the tongue was removed from the menu of butchery, but the rest of the sentence was carried out. 

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To see the whole blog post, click here.

Thursday, May 1, 2025

Elon Musk Is a Martian

By Way of Russia

Pretending to be human in Wisconsin.


Poor little Elon. All he really wants to do is go home. Recently leaked documents from Russia's most secret archives allow us to tell this story in detail, and perhaps create some sympathy for someone who currently is not receiving the adulation he once basked in.

We need dial back only a few decades to start at the beginning. Despite recent despicable slanders, Elon is not 500 years old, and he is not a vampire. He and his twin sister Nola were born on Mars to their loving parents, OgOg and BipBip, in what earthlings would call the 1940s. It was an age of exploration for the earthlings, but the Martians had been traveling around the galaxy for a very long time, not finding all that much of interest, but they did come across a lovely vacation spot called the dark side of the moon. Martians in general loved to go there because it was dark. Apparently it's very sunny on Mars, and Martians were very pleased to find a place where they could sit outside in the dark and not have to wear their sunglasses.

One day an interesting group of people arrived from earth. The Martians initially had trouble communicating with them, but the Martians had long been accustomed to using the translation devices on their cell phones to communicate with the odd people they ran across in their travels. It turned out that the new arrivals were from a place on earth called Russia, and they were very interested in setting up a mining operation on the moon, digging up various things that would be useful in their conflict with the evil Americans, who were apparently very unkind to the Russians. 

The Martians knew a lot about mining, but they weren't terribly interested in helping the Russians. However, in their conversations, something else came up. The Russians said they were having problems with their "sleeper agents." It turned out that the Russians would take small Russian children from their families and train them to be Americans. After they reached a certain age, they would secretly insert them into American society, where they were supposed to blend in and, with deft handling, quietly move into positions of influence, where they could help their masters at home in the struggle agains the evil Americans.

The problem was that the sleeper agents, once they arrived in America, had an alarming tendency to tell their Russian handlers to fuck off - they were in America, they were Americans, and if their Russian handlers gave them any problems, they would rat out the whole system to the entire alphabet soup of American government agencies that had no idea what was going on. 

The Russians didn't know what to do, so they killed all their sleeper agents. But they still liked the idea. They just needed a source of better agents.

The Martians perked up at that. A few thousand years previously, the Martian government had decided that it needed to control the size of the Martian population. Martians tended to live a long time, and also to be reasonably fertile, and of course the soil on Mars was not terribly fertile (although very handsomely red) and so could only grow so much food.

It was decreed that, when a Martian couple reached the age of 500, it would have to decide whether to commit suicide or kill its two children (any children in excess of two had already been sent on their way). This naturally caused much unhappiness to Martian families, who normally wound up killing the children (although occasionally their children, if they were old enough to know what was going on, would beat their parents to the punch).

And so one day OgOg and BipBip and Elon and Nola got in their spaceship and cruised over to the dark side of the moon, where they spent time lying out in the dark and chatting with the Russian visitors. Eventually a deal was reached. OgOg and BipBip were paid uranium and caviar, all brought up carefully from earth. Uranium was in short supply on Mars, and neither of them had ever seen caviar before, although they had heard about it from friends (who never got around to sharing).

OgOg and BipBip told Elon and Nola that they would be going to a summer camp on earth, of all places, and introduced them to their counselors, Ivan and Svetlana. And then they got into their spaceship with their loot, and hightailed it back to Mars.

Elon and Nola spent several months on the far side of the moon, where Ivan and Svetlana taught them Russian and English and other useful subjects. Then it was time for the trip down to earth.

Russian rockets in those days were very prone to blowing up at inconvenient moments. Ivan and Svetlana told the children that, just as a precaution, they would be traveling to earth on two separate rockets. (They did not tell the children that Russians who actually made it to the moon always chose never to make the return journey.)

Elon thought his trip from the moon to earth was the most fantastic experience of his life - the flames and roar of the rocket were so much more exciting than the quiet humming of Martian spaceships. He was absolutely entranced when Nola's rocket blew up. He thought he now understood what the American phrase "a ringside seat" meant. (The two rockets had been spaced a good distance apart, to make sure that an explosion in one would not affect the other.)

After a few years of preparation in Mother Russia, Elon was inserted into an Ivy League university in the United States, with a fake past that he had carefully memorized. And the rest is history - except for this: Recently, Elon has developed a strong desire to return home to Mars. He wants to see his parents and tell them of his exploits. And then, because he must, he will kill them.

On, Wisconsin!


 See also The 800-Pound Gorilla in the Oval Office, Slingshot, Little Karl, Is Elon Musk a Vampire?

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

The Dead Do Speak

We Need to Listen More

Portuguese cemetery, children's section,
New Bedford, Mass.


I had a dream the other night. I originally thought I was on an archeological dig, somewhere in southern Europe or possibly the Middle East. I was standing in a room that was well-lit - it lacked a roof - and staring at the jumble of dirt and detritus that covered the floor.

There was a linear lump on the floor, about three feet long and covered by dirt and dust. I brushed away some of the covering material and started to reveal a piece of stone, possibly granite, maybe eight inches in width. There was writing on the stone. I brushed further and cleared enough to see that the letters, incised in the stone and possibly four inches tall, said PhillyCarShare.

I then realized that I was standing in the ruins of Philadelphia, some centuries or perhaps millennia in the future. It was very hot and dry. I had thought that the global warming prognosis for Philadelphia was hot and rainy and, of course, underwater. But my sleeping imagination had other ideas.

This dream was obviously prompted by a few paragraphs in Bernard Knox's introduction to Robert Fagles' translation of the Aeneid, which in turn echo Shelley's "Ozymandias." (To see the Knox anecdote, click here.) 

PhillyCarShare was the first car-share organization in Philadelphia. It was organized by members of the community. The big corporate money was not, at that time, interested in car share. After PhillyCarShare proved the concept, they moved in and, in the process, engulfed and devoured PhillyCarShare.

One of the founders of PhillyCarShare was Tanya Seaman, a well-known community activist in Philadelphia. She left us a few years ago. I remember her fondly and, as this dream indicates, I'm probably thinking about her even when I'm not aware that I'm thinking about her. 

Waverly at 19th. Still in service. Still useful, for both
the present and a sense of the past.

See also For Athena, What I've Learned.

Tuesday, April 15, 2025

The Tool of Thiel in Thule

One Way to Escape the Atlantic Signal Debacle


The tool of course is the man who currently goes by the name of JD Vance. There he is above, wearing a coat that appears slightly too large for him. He visited Thule for three hours on March 28.

The Thiel in question is Peter Thiel, just another billionaire tech bro oligarch. He may not be the only person in his cohort who plans to live forever, but perhaps we should be grateful that he doesn't seem to have any interest in going to Mars.  

Thule is a place in Greenland that has a new name: Pituffik. It was a very important base for the U.S. Strategic Air Command back during the Cold War; now it seems to be basically a placeholder awaiting a new mission. 

The word Thule is an import from the ancient Mediterranean world. Strabo, in his Geography I, 4, 2, tells us that Pytheas of Massalia (the modern Marseille in France) reported that Thule lay "six days' sail north from Britain, and near the Frozen Sea." Pytheas was a geographer and explorer who seems to have circumnavigated the British Isles around 325 B.C. He wrote a book about his travels, which was well known in antiquity, but has not come down to us. 

More generally, it seems the ancients thought of Thule as the northernmost land in the world.

And perhaps Thule, or Pituffik, which apparently means "the place where the dogs are tied" in the local language, is a useful metaphor for the current American regime: cold and empty. Or, to put it more simply, the end of the world. 

___________________________

Starting during World War II, the American military established and maintained a bunch of installations on Greenland. My favorite is Project Iceworm, which was supposed to establish a large network of launch stations for nuclear missiles, all buried under the ice. After a while, the military figured out that the Greenland ice sheet was moving faster than anticipated, and that building launch pads on ice was more like building on cold jello than building on concrete. In due course, the military decided that it could not put lipstick on this pig, and shut the program down.

I had the thought that Project Iceworm, with some information declassified in 1996, might have influenced the plot of a movie called Smilla's Sense of Snow, which was released in 1997. In the movie, which is a mystery, it turns out that a meteorite has fallen to earth in Greenland, and eventually we learn that the meteorite contains poisonous worms. But the movie is based on a book, Miss Smilla's Feeling for Snow, that was published in 1992. 

In 1968, a B-52 bomber crashed near Thule with four nuclear bombs aboard, causing a significant release of radioactive material but no nuclear or thermonuclear detonation. The general outlines of this story were public knowledge from the beginning; other interesting details have emerged over the years. I think it would be a stretch to suggest that the crash might have inspired the Smilla novel and movie. But it is one more example of non-Greenlanders using Greenland as their playpen.

_______________________________

And yes, JD Vance dropped a college football trophy on April 14. You can google it for yourself. Awkward, clumsy, maladroit.

See also A Campaign Poster, Is Elon Musk a Vampire? 

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

April Open Streets

Philly Redefines the Street


Adults bring a little magic; children bring their sense of wonder; and before you know it Open Streets: West Walnut has another successful outing.


I think the skinny white barriers are new.


This is the third edition of these open streets, following the inaugural last September and the Let's Do It Again! in December. Sponsored by Philadelphia's Center City District, these open streets started with a strong plan and have been improving on that start in subtle ways, with each new outing. (And, yes, I'm a cheerleader. That's because I think they're doing a good - and important - job.)



The basic layout - closing several blocks of Walnut and 18th streets near Rittenhouse Square - remains unchanged. And the hours are still 10 am to 5 pm.

This banner may be new.

And you've got to activate the empty space you have just opened. Very few people will go to empty spaces where there are no attractions.You need the lady on stilts. And chalk. And a really big chess set. And bean-bag. And ping-pong. And double-dutch jump-roping. 

The barriers also work on sidewalks.


And musicians. And a guy blowing bubbles. (I personally think they could use a juggler.)


The photos here are all from Sunday, April 6. This edition of open streets will run every Sunday in April. It seems the Easter Bunny may show up on April 20, which happens to be Easter Sunday.


In the afternoon on April 6, there were a few drops of rain. This slowed the festivities a bit, but it definitely did not stop them. Here are the swing dancers. They are Rittenhouse regulars, usually down by the goat, at the southwest corner of the park. And they are dancing in the rain. Gene Kelly would be very happy.


I'm wondering when the Center City District will decide to do open streets every Sunday, at least in the warm weather. 


See also Open Streets: West Walnut and Can Open Streets Go Year-Round?

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Message for the Mad King

The People Are Angry. All of Them.


At the Hands Off rally in Philadelphia on Saturday, April 5, the people had a simple message: Dump Trump.


I understand that radicalization is a progressive process. I think the people have completed the process. They are not interested in the next presidential election in nearly four years, or in the congressional elections in nearly two years. They are interested in dumping Trump right now.

The people are serious, and they are angry. They see clearly that the roof is falling in, and they want Trump out now.

What will Trump do? He won't quit, and I don't think he's going to back off on the tariffs. I think he is mad.


I have a feeling that JD Vance may try to steal the moment by invoking the 25th amendment. I think the tech bros know that the market crash will destroy them if they don't turn it around.

What will the religious fascists do? I don't know.

What will Chuck Schumer do? Sit on his hands. I hope the rest of the Dems have a better response in this moment.


See also Is the Ship Sinking? Yes.

Thursday, April 3, 2025

Anticipate Quagmire, and Much Noise

The Trumpies Never Have a Plan B 

Iron Whale restaurant, Asbury Park.


So now Trump has added a tariff war to the illegal deportations and the destruction of Social Security, USAID,  the NIH, and on and on. People are aghast at the damage and the casual cruelty. I agree with all that, but for me there has been something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I was thinking the other night about all this, and at some point, unsummoned, a little light bulb went on in my head; the Rs never have a plan B. They always expect their victims to fold, just like the Senate Democrats. And it seems they have given no thought to what their second effort would look like when, as normally happens, the initial attack encounters resistance. Do they literally have no plans for what to do when people stand up and fight back?

Let's just take one example from one front in our evolving civil war: the El Salvador Gulag Case before Judge Boasberg. The Trump regime has scooted a few hundred random victims to a prison in a foreign country, and now the Trumpy lawyers seem stuck. The arguments being presented to Judge Boasberg are pitiful. And they appear hastily constructed, as if no one anticipated the judge's actions. 

The regime wants to deport millions of people - it appears they don't actually have to be immigrants. The Trumpies are not on a track to do that.

I understand that they intend to get to a place where law no longer matters. But they do need to get there, and I don't think they have a clue how to do that. There's a word for this: feckless.

As for the tariffs, they seem to expect that every other country in the world is going to fold. That is not going to happen.

There is going to be a huge amount of damage, but Trump will not get the dominance he wants. Instead, he - and we - are going to wind up isolated, friendless, and much poorer.

See also Unleashing the Oligarchs, Is It Shock and Awe, or Is It a Flash in the Pan? Is the Ship Sinking? Yes. What Caused the French Revolution? We Will Not Let Them DownA Report on Travel RestrictionsQuagmire.

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Is Elon Musk a Vampire?


I'm pretty sure he is. If you look at his facial reconstruction surgery, it seems he's probably about 500 years old.

And that's an interesting red scar on his neck, pretty near his carotid artery. Maybe he was thirsty one night.

Not to mention the dark glasses. Does he have a problem with sunlight?

Let's face it: Like all vampires, Elon Musk sucks. And it's time for him to stop sucking us dry and go suck himself. Alone, in his coffin.

(For an interesting story on the origin of vampires, click here.)

See also Trump Is a Russian AgentThe 800-Pound Gorilla in the Oval Office, Hope Hicks Is Sick, As the Tide Goes Out.

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Is the Ship Sinking? Yes.

Are We Drowning? No.

We Know How to Swim. They Don't.

Mural detail, Sunset pavilion, Asbury Park.


There was that moment, when Emmanuel Macron put his hand on Donald Trump's arm, that I knew the United States had lost its status as the leader of the free world.

I felt a twinge of regret. But of course Trump had already vacated that space.

I think I'm okay with us being just another large, bumbling player on a field largely controlled by smaller, more agile players - a soccer field, if you will, rather than a football gridiron. But now that the game has changed, we may need to make some adjustments to our comfortable old ways of doing things.

Meanwhile, Tesla is crashing and burning. On the road, the fascist trucks have been recalled because of defective design, and on Wall Street the stock is cratering. Even the combined efforts of Fox News and the White House seem unable to turn things around.

Will Elon Musk do any better running the country than he has done with Tesla? I doubt it.

The Rs are once again driving the country into a ditch, as they have done so many times in the past. Will the Ds be able to save us, as FDR did, or as Obama did?

Frankly, I doubt it. I think much of the damage will prove to be unfixable. We will emerge a smaller, poorer, very divided country, a country that has lost its cloak of moral authority, both abroad and at home. The cloak protected us from many of the consequences of our mistakes and sins. 

I do find it curious that the Rs, having spent most of my lifetime attacking the government, are shocked to discover that the cloak of moral authority is no longer there, and that people are very willing to say mean things about them or, if given the chance, to them.

How do I feel about all this? I think I'm okay. I lived through the Vietnam war, and I know there's a downside to being an imperial power.

And the imperial presidency brought us Watergate.

Maybe we should work a bit on humility.

Paintbrush on sidewalk, Asbury Park.


See also The Face of Fascism, Unleashing the Oligarchs, On the Art Museum Steps, Is It Shock and Awe, or Is It a Flash in the Pan? Little Karl, A World in Ruins.

Tuesday, March 18, 2025

What Caused the French Revolution?

It's Complicated.


You can't beat Marianne aux barricades, although the Delacroix painting is actually about a later revolution, in 1830. The painting was restored in 2023-2024, giving us more intense colors and finer detail. 

I kind of backed into writing this story. I had come across Robert Darnton's The Literary Underground of the Old Regime (1982) and was fascinated by the underground literature of the ancien regime, a great deal of which was quite vulgar, and most of which was illegal. (For more, see A World Without Newspapers.) 

This information immediately raised for me the question of what influence these scandal sheets had in bringing on the French Revolution.

I confess to being a dilettante when in comes to the eighteenth century. I vaguely remember my European history survey course in college - all I bring up for France is Louis XIV, the Enlightenment, the French Revolution, Napoleon. I'm sure there was more information in the course, but I don't remember it.

Well, actually I remember the War of Jenkins' Ear. Just the words, not the facts. What a silly name for a war. Alright, I just found some facts. The war was between Spain and Great Britain, and scholars are still arguing over why it was fought. But it was a war. And there may even have been an ear. 

And, coming back to France, I suppose I was guilty of the post hoc propter hoc fallacy - if Thing A precedes Thing B, then of course Thing A caused Thing B, and in this case the Enlightenment caused the French Revolution.

In my defense, the Enlightenment was a big deal - Locke, Montesquieu, Voltaire, Rousseau, and a lot of other names I don't remember. 

But what if the Enlightenment didn't cause the French Revolution? Maybe the scandal sheets were what inflamed the people of Paris, and many other places in France, and caused the Parisians to rise up and storm the Bastille on July 14, 1789. 

And that was about as far as I got until I read Professor Darnton's The Revolutionary Temper: Paris, 1748-1789, which just came out last year (2024). 

Here are my quick and undoubtedly biased takeaways: The creation of a pre-revolutionary situation in France involved a number of very different factors, which managed to interact in interesting ways - in the end it was one society, after all. 

We have an ossified regime, with an antiquated government structure and an antediluvian financial system, struggling to pay for a series of wars that are slowly bleeding the country dry. We have a nation of people who come to see how rotten things are at the top. Some of these people can afford to buy books, and learn about promising alternatives for reform. And this knowledge trickles down to a much larger audience in simpler form; this large audience also learns to despise the people running things, and has great fun talking about the private lives of those at the top of the heap.

I find Professor Darnton's story complicated, but compelling. He and other scholars have different opinions about which of the various causes are more, or less, important. But all the causes were present and interacting with one another; some of them were necessary, but I doubt anyone would argue that any one cause was sufficient. 

I find myself asking a slightly different question: Why didn't things collapse earlier, rather than when they did?

Finally, here's my elevator speech: Two ideas permeated French society and were primary drivers of the French Revolution. One: The bosses don't know what they're doing. Two: There is a better way. Bonus piece of advice for the people in charge: Try not to make everyone in your country hate you at the same time.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves. Let's go back to Louis XIV and look at his government and how it evolved - perhaps degenerated would be a better word - over the reigns of his two successors, Louis XV and Louis XVI.

Louis XIV

It appears that Louis XIV did not say, "L'etat, c'est moi." (The state, it is me.") But when he died in 1715,  he did bequeath an absolute monarchy to his heirs. The king's word was law. Everybody else worked for him, including the courts. 

Mr. XIV had succeeded in bringing the often fractious nobility to heel; his marquee tool was a large playground, the palace complex that he built at Versailles, just a little bit outside Paris. Think of it as Mar-a-Lago on steroids. He encouraged the nobles to spend time at his court rather than at their country estates, where it was harder to keep an eye on them. 

And he made a strong ally out of the Catholic church by, among other things, revoking the Edict of Nantes. A prior king, Henry IV, had grown tired of the incessant religious wars that had been tearing Europe to pieces for many years, and so he issued the Edict of Nantes in 1598, declaring that Protestants would be tolerated and hoping to stop the slaughter, at least in France. In 1685, the better part of a century later, XIV said the equivalent of Nevermind. 

Mr. XIV saw that a unified religious structure could support his own unified power, and so he turned France into, at least theoretically, an entirely Catholic country. This made France similar to Spain, where the Inquisition had regularly burned Protestant heretics at the stake, and very different from England, which became Protestant so Henry VIII could collect more wives, persecute Catholics, and carry out the very lucrative Dissolution of the Monasteries between 1536 and 1540.

Back in everyday France, the revocation of the Edict of Nantes meant that the government would persecute people who did not toe the Catholic line. Professor Darnton provides a vivid picture of what this oppression could look like on an individual level. This example is actually from the reign of Louis XV: "Francois-Jean, Chevalier de la Barre, was convicted of blasphemy and sacrilege in 1765. He had failed to take off his hat when a religious procession with the Eucharist passed by in a street in Abbeville, and according to a rumor, he and other feckless young men had desecrated a cross. ... He was condemned to have his tongue cut out, to be beheaded, and to have his body burned on a bonfire... ." In the end, the excision of the tongue was removed from the menu of butchery, but the rest of the sentence was carried out. (Darnton, Revolutionary Temper, p. 109.) 

Louis XIV did not have to worry about being harassed by firebrand politicians in the national legislature. There was no national legislature. One did exist in theory. It was called the Estates General, and consisted of three bodies - the clergy (First Estate), the nobility (Second Estate), and the commoners (Third Estate). The Estates General had not met since 1614. It was recalled in 1789 and played a pivotal role in the development of the Revolution, but for 175 years the only national legislative body in France was the king's body. 

By the end of XIV's reign, only the nation's parlements stood as a barrier to the monarch's arbitrary rule. I think the typical American may have heard of the British Parliament, and may even be aware of some of the ways it differs from the American Congress. And when the French word parlement comes up, there may be a tendency to assume that it is something like the Parliament that sits in London.

Such an assumption would be incorrect, although I certainly shared it before I started reading about the parlements in graduate school, about fifty years ago. I was studying medieval history, and I had become interested in the development of the French legal system, and particularly the emerging idea that you could appeal the decision of a local court to a higher authority.  Frankly, I had forgotten most of what I had learned back then. So I've had to cobble things together. Please forgive me if I get some details wrong. 

The French parlements were courts of law. Originally there was only one - the king's parlement, which traveled with the king. It acted as a court of appeals and dispensed the king's justice to those who were unhappy with the decisions of local courts. Eventually this parlement settled down in Paris and was called the Parlement de Paris. Over time, other parlements were formed in other parts of the country; the parlement for Brittany was located in the town of Rennes and called the Parlement de Rennes. 

As a logical extension of their legal work, the parlements were given the responsibility of making a record of the king's new laws, or edicts, as they came down from the crown. In time, the various parlements decided to share their reactions to some of these laws. They would write a note to the king, called a remonstrance, providing a critique of the legislation, and they would not register the new law on their books until they heard back from the king. This dance could go on for several rounds, but under the Bourbons in the eighteenth century, the king could always insist on registration. 

We can see here a law court attempting to perform some of the functions of a legislature, and as the century progressed, the parlements became increasingly popular, not just with the nobility who were trying to preserve their privileges, but also with the common people, who saw that there was at least one part of the government that would try to stand up to the crown when it went too far. 

The faith of the people in the parlements was well founded. In 1787 the Parlement de Paris demanded that the king call the Estates General, and thereby set in motion the events that led to the French Revolution (Darnton, p. 321). 

Louis XV

By the time Louis XIV died, he had lived so long that most of the people in his immediate line of succession were unable to mount the throne because they were dead. The king's court scrambled around and came up with a great-grandson, who had the defect of being only five years old. Louis XV had a kind of baby-sitter, known formally as a regent, for a number of years, and then ruled in his own right. (The regent, by the way, was a habitual drunkard.) 

It was a rocky road. The worst bump was undoubtedly the loss of the Seven Years War (1756-1763), known in Britain's American colonies as the French and Indian War. This is sometimes called the first world war; certainly it covered a lot of real estate. Among the highlights - Britain throws the French out of India, and also Canada, and secures its place in the sun as a global empire, placing France, the country of Louis XIV, the Sun King, in some serious shade. 

One downside that may not receive enough attention is the fact that the Seven Years War came about in the wake of something called the Diplomatic Revolution. France had been allied with Prussia and against Austria; in 1756 France shifted to Austria. Or at least the French government did. The people, having been trained for a very long time to see Austria as an inveterate enemy, did not alter their affections so lightly.  One of the victims of this situation was a 14-year-old girl named Maria Antonia. She was the youngest daughter of the empress Maria Theresa, and, as was a usual practice in the Europe of kings, she was shipped off to France to marry the French king's son, as a way of solidifying the new alliance. She changed her name to Marie Antoinette, but the French people remained suspicious, and when the occasion arose, they found it very easy to dislike her. 

Let us come back to Louis XV. People do try to find nice things to say about him - it seems he was fond of flowers, and got the Versailles gardeners to raise their game. But it's clear that, for most of his reign, he simply wasn't terribly interested in government - although he was ferocious in defense of his absolute power. 

In 1766, XV displayed that ferocity to the Parlement de Paris. The Parlement de Rennes, in Brittany, had been particularly aggressive in defending what Bretons perceived to be their rights, which of course Louis did not perceive at all. Some of the magistrates went to jail; others resigned in protest. The Parlement de Paris was strong in support of its Breton confreres, and XV called the Parisian parlementarians together in a meeting that has been called the "session of flagellation." "What has happened in my Parlement of Rennes" - to quote the king's speech - "does not concern my other parlements. I treated that court as it was important for my authority, and I do not owe an accounting to anyone. In my person alone resides the sovereign power; from me alone my courts derive their existence and their authority; the legislative power belongs to me alone, without any dependence and any division." (Darnton, p. 131.) 

Okay. Everybody take a deep breath.

XV seems to have been primarily interested in sex, although he also liked hunting. His two official mistresses, Madame de Pompadour and Madame du Barry, were only the tip of the iceberg. When XV contracted a serious case of smallpox in 1774, the government issued detailed reports on the progress of the disease, but did not address the question on everyone's mind: "How had Louis contracted the disease? Parisians wondered. By May 9, the answer circulated as a devastating on dit. [Literally 'one says,' or more colloquially, 'rumor has it.'] The king's procurers, aided by Mme du Barry, had come upon a lovely, sixteen-year-old peasant girl. They had the dirt scrubbed off her, dressed her enticingly, and served her to the king. Unknown to anyone, she had caught smallpox. She broke out with it on the day after her encounter with Louis and died three days later." (Darnton, p. 159.)

Louis XV died on May 10, 1774, and on May 12 was transported in a double lead coffin to the Basilica of St. Denis, the traditional resting place of French royalty. 

Louis XVI

In any country ruled by a monarchy that practices hereditary succession, the royal family may be seen as, among other things, a stud farm.  And so when Louis the Dauphin, or Heir Apparent, and Marie Antoinette got married in 1770, they were expected to produce children expeditiously, even though they were both only teenagers. 

Louis the Dauphin became Louis XVI in 1774, and the couple had their first child in 1778, eight years after their wedding. They went on to have a total of four children, but the damage was done. Rumor abhors a vacuum, and the stories multiplied like rabbits. 

One little ditty composed about this time went as follows: "It is well known that the poor Sire [Louis XVI] / Three or four times condemned / By the salubrious faculty [of medicine] / For complete impotence, / Cannot satisfy Antoinette. / Quite convinced of this misfortune, / Considering that his match stick is no bigger than a straw, / Always limp and always curved, / He has no prick, except in his pocket; / Instead of fucking, he is fucked." 

This poem was in a booklet that was printed well before the revolution but did not enter circulation until 1789. The authorities had managed to purchase the entire press run in London, but instead of destroying the booklets they stored them in the Bastille, where they were found and liberated after the Bastille fell. I suppose the people involved simply couldn't imagine the Bastille being overrun and occupied by a revolutionary nation in arms. (Darnton, p. 259.) 

On to the next topic.

Like his predecessor, Louis XV, Louis XVI did find it in himself to mount a ferocious defense of his absolute power. The peak moment came, again, in a controversy with the Parlement de Paris. In 1787, when the king sent along an edict authorizing loans to help pay for the government, the Parlement seemed unwilling to register it. The king then showed up for a complicated face-to-face with Parlement, and after much discussion ordered the edict to be registered. There was then a procedural objection - because of the way the meeting was conducted, it was argued that registration without a formal vote of Parlement might be illegal. The king's response was reported in a number of versions. Here's one that's particularly succinct: "It is legal because I want it." (Darnton, p. 327. In 1977, former president Richard Nixon said something similar to journalist David Frost: "Well, when the president does it ... that means that it is not illegal.") 

Beyond that, XVI seems to have been a pretty feckless king. His primary interest was apparently wine, but he also liked hunting. In his later years, in fact, hunting seems to have moved from being an escape to being an obsession

One observer found him, as Darnton puts it, "well-meaning but stupid, bewildered, incompetent, timid, indecisive, constantly drunk, and unfit even to govern a German principality." Ouch. Darnton's observer also said that the "public spirit" had turned against the king, adding that "he inspires no respect, no fear, no confidence." (Darnton, p. 258.)  

The Budget

Louis XVI did actually do some good things. For instance, in 1776 he hired a fellow named Necker to be his director of the royal treasury; and the next year he promoted him to director general of finances (Darnton, p. 176). 

Jacques Necker was the right guy for the job. He was an industrious Swiss banker who promptly jumped into the weeds - or perhaps the muck and mire - seeking to understand in detail what was going on. This was not a job for the faint of heart. It turned out that France had not one treasury but many. And they were often controlled by semi-autonomous officials who owned their offices. Necker slogged through, attempting to reform the system and eliminate abuses. Of course the status quo and the abuses had their constituencies, but he did make progress. (Pp. 176, 177, 183.) 

And then, in 1781, Necker produced his signature achievement: He published a unified budget (p. 181). 

This was a very big deal for two main reasons. First, as Darnton notes, the accounts of the separate treasuries "had never been integrated in a single budget." Second, and more importantly, this budget was shared with the general public. This had not happened before. As Darnton puts it, everybody knew, and had known for a long time, that "affairs of state were secret. They were the king's business, restricted to the king himself and his advisors." (Pp. 181, 183.)

No longer. Necker laid it out for the world, in black and white. It turned out that revenues exceeded expenditures by a comfortable margin, and he stated that the operating surplus was sufficient to pay outstanding debts, without additional taxes. He also suggested that this exercise in public education should be repeated every five years. (Pp. 182, 183, 185.) 

There was immediate criticism that Necker had underestimated the burden of the debt (p. 185). And perhaps he did. When France entered the American Revolution on the side of the Americans, Necker decided to support the war entirely by floating loans, and not by raising taxes (p. 183). (Lyndon Johnson did something similar with the Vietnam war and gave the nation a tenacious case of inflation.) Unfortunately, the Americans were unable to repay the loans in a timely manner during the 1780s. I suspect that this slow pay blew a big hole in Necker's budget projections. (The U.S. resumed regular payments on the debt in 1790, but by then France was in the middle of its own revolution.)  

Necker's report was a huge popular success, and it changed the relationship between the crown and its subjects, who now were getting information that might allow them to have informed opinions on things that had always been handled at higher pay-grades. (Pp. 181, 185, 188.)  

Naturally the defenders of the status quo went to work, and a few months after publication of his budget in 1781, Necker was fired, and the leeches he had scraped off the budget started to come back. (Pp. 186, 187.) 

I can't leave the subject of finance without a word about the Paris stock exchange, which puts me in mind of a Wild West saloon on a Saturday night. This chaotic, minimally organized, poorly supervised market for securities was delivering higher returns than those available from government bonds, thereby making the bond salesmen's life difficult. (Pp. 270, 274.) 

The returns in the stock exchange could, in fact, be eye-popping, as were the crashes. The trade in options was a particularly weak point. By 1785, things had gotten so bad that the government issued an official document concerning options, warning the gullible that options traders "set traps for the public trust in selling what one does not have, what one cannot deliver, what may not even exist." (Pp. 274, 278) 

People should have known better. Back in 1720, a huge and complicated stock bubble, largely engineered by a Scottish financier and professional gambler named John Law, collapsed and badly burned many wealthy Parisian families. This memory was still alive; but it seems the money to be made in the 1780s was simply too enticing. (Pp. 269-270.) 

The lure of the stock market was one more thing making the lives of those who were peddling government bonds just a bit more difficult.

The government's difficulty in selling new bonds continued to increase, and in 1786 a finance minister named Calonne had to inform the king that his government faced bankruptcy (p. 187). 

Things hit bottom in 1788, when the government announced something that deeply disturbed the wealthy bourgeois of Paris who had long helped to float the royal debt by putting their savings into annuities, or rentes, issued by the government. These rentiers received a fixed income from their investments, paid in cash. On August 16 the government announced that two-fifths of most rentes would be paid, not in cash, but in paper notes that, as a practical matter, could only be turned into cash at a heavily discounted rate. Darnton notes: "The state had declared partial bankruptcy." (P. 369.) 

In the terms of modern America, the government had announced that it was defaulting on the national debt.

Even the king realized this was a bridge too far; he recalled Necker. Necker found some money (he knew where to look), and the August 16 edict was rescinded (p. 376). But the damage was done. If you are currently collecting Social Security, imagine how you would feel if the government told you it was cutting your monthly payment in half. And then a few days later said Nevermind. If you're still working, imagine how you would feel if your management sent around a memo saying everybody below top management was getting a 50 percent salary cut. 

Public Discourse

I've long been a fan of Voltaire, and how he used humor to deftly disarm the people he was criticizing - a useful skill if you live in a world of absolute monarchs. I had been inclined to view this as the dominant mode of approach throughout the Enlightenment. But I have learned that Voltaire and the other philosophes were only a part of the public discourse during these years, that there was a significant body of popular literature that traded largely in personal scandal but had the effect of undermining the moral authority of the king and his court. And I have learned that humor was only one of several modes of approach in the public discourse of the time, and that as the Revolution approached, the overall mood darkened. During the 1780s, as Darnton puts it, "Laughter was giving way to anger, wit to moral indignation." (P. 235 and passim.) The J'accuse style had arrived in French discourse, a sure sign of the growing weakness of the monarchy. 

The Wow Finish

I suggested earlier that it's a good idea for kings and their hangers-on not to make everyone in your country hate you at the same time. I was not in a position to give that advice to Louis XVI. Perhaps someone else did, but in the end XVI did seem to have just about everybody against him. Certainly the weather was against him.

The wow finish started on July 13, 1788, when hailstones the size of eggs fell out of the sky in the Paris region, destroying crops and injuring cattle and humans who had the misfortune to be outdoors (p. 364). 

I was in a hailstorm once. We were at the Washington County Fair in upstate New York. It was a beautiful summer day, and there were many people. This was probably in the early 1950s, and I was perhaps five years old. Apparently word passed through the crowd that there was a hailstorm coming, and people sought shelter under the many open-sided tents, which became quite crowded. I don't remember any chaos, but then there was never any chaos when my grandmother was around. There was a folding card table next to one of the open-sided tents. She told me and my brother to get under the card table, which we did, and then she pushed herself into the edge of the crowd under the tent, standing where she could watch us. The sky darkened, and soon the hail was coming down. Squatting under the card table was like sitting inside a snare drum. I don't recall being scared, just fascinated. The storm didn't last long, and soon my grandmother was telling us we could emerge from our shelter. There was a carpet of hailstones everywhere. They were about the size of marbles. The sun shone, and in a few minutes, there were no hailstones; everything was wet for a while, but the sun shone on, and pretty soon just about everything was dry.

The hail in France was far more severe than what I experienced, and the effects were more long-lasting. The crop damage had an immediate effect on the price of bread in Paris (pp. 364-366). 

The price of bread was an extremely volatile flashpoint for the working people of Paris and their families. As Darnton puts it, "the poor often lacked adequate food, and they were haunted by the fear of dearth. Bread was the main ingredient of their diet. When he could find work, an unskilled laborer often made only 20 sous a day, supplemented by odd jobs picked up by his wife and children. A family of four normally consumed two four-pound loaves a day. During severe crises the price of one loaf reached 15 sous or more - and the family went hungry." (P. 171.) 

In 1775 a sharp increase in the price of bread had led to what is known as the Flour War (Guerre des farines) - rioting which began in the provinces but rapidly came to Paris (chapter 18). 

Louis XVI was a new king in 1775, having ascended the throne in 1774. Around this time, a trusted servant offered the king some advice about his subjects: "Sire, no matter what you do," he reportedly said, "you will never be loved by them as long as bread is expensive." (P. 168.) 

In 1788 the price of bread shot up immediately after the hailstorm, stayed high during the winter - the most brutally cold winter anyone could remember - and stayed high in the warm weather as people waited for relief from the summer harvest (p. 366, 378, 380, 403). 

Meanwhile, France's influence in Europe was waning. In August 1788, the Dutch Republic, which had been a French ally, formed an alliance with Britain and Prussia that was aimed primarily at Russia and Austria but also betokened the end of the sphere of influence that France had enjoyed in the Low Countries (p. 368). 

It's easy to overlook this obscure bit of diplomatic history. In the end, the Triple Alliance, as it was called, did not go to war with Russia and Austria, and the development of the French Revolution effectively scrambled previous balances of power as the crowned heads of Europe did their best to keep Louis XVI on the throne of France. 

But this little contretemps was a telling moment for France. The crown had committed large numbers of troops to the suppression of civil disorder, and of course it was effectively broke. So it was unable to respond to the challenge of the Triple Alliance; I don't think it's too much to suggest that, at this moment, France lost its standing as a great power. (See p. 368.) 

Back at home, on May 5, 1789, after a series of delays, the Estates General was finally called into session, and the monarchy started to lose its control of the government. And then, on July 14, 1789, the people rose up and stormed the Bastille, inaugurating the French Revolution. (Pp. 401-402, 435-437.) 

I'm going to stop here. I could go on. You don't want me to. It's not just the revolution, it's the whole history of France, with several restorations of monarchy between 1814 and 1848, two emperors (Napoleon Bonaparte and then Napoleon III of the Second Empire), Marshal Petain's fascist Vichy government during World War II, and five republics, as France oscillates between dictatorship and democracy. Then we could talk about how the ideas and tribulations of the revolution permeated the entire globe. But I promised I'd stop. 

What Does All This Mean for Us?

An absolute monarchy owns your body and expects to own your mind. We saw various regimes in the twentieth century that worked on this same principle, but, although they may have had better tools, the basic outline of repression traces directly back to Louis XIV, and behind that to the Inquisition developed by the Dominican Order while fighting the Albigensian Crusade in the Middle Ages. 

Donald Trump wants to be a king with absolute powers. He and Elon Musk are currently having a lovely time breaking things, which is what bulls do in china shops. They are going to do a great deal of damage. But in terms of actually governing, I think they're clueless. 

They don't seem to understand that the nation is not a herd of cattle. 

I think that things will not end well for them. But there will be a great deal of damage. They're such bastards, really.

Finally, let me end with a small thing. I got interested in the run-up to the French Revolution because I thought it had things to tell us about how to fight the information wars. This is probably not the most important thing to learn from this episode in French history, but I do think it's useful.

I had originally been attracted by Voltaire's use of humor. What I learned was that, as the Revolution came closer, humor fell out of favor. Denunciation - the famous J'accuse - became the dominant strain. 

And of course there were all the coarse stories -  both true and false - that did so much to undermine the ancien regime's moral authority. I've had a look at this, and I'm not going to do it. It's just not in me. But if others, with stronger stomachs, want to do it, I won't criticize them. Although I think an AI deepfake of Melania in an intimate embrace with a crocodile would be a bridge too far for me.

And, I will continue to look for humor through this increasingly dark glass that I have in front of me. I don't really have a choice. It's just me. Also, I think we all need some humor if we intend to survive what we are going through. 

So that's what I've learned. These lessons work for me, and I hope they're useful for you.


Above is a Louis d'or gold coin from 1788, picturing Louis XVI. Courtesy of the National Numismatic Collection, National Museum of American History. 

As I was trying to recall what I used to know about the early development of the French parlement, or parlements, I found myself consulting the Dictionary of the Middle Ages (13 volumes, 1982-1989). In volume 9  (1987, pp. 417-421) there is a very good article entitled "Parlement of Paris." Here is the last paragraph of that article: 

"Even though the Parlement of Paris never succeeded in achieving a truly national jurisdiction, it did play a central role in the life of the French nation. It had a special relationship with the king of France that none of the provincial Parlements ever had, and it was a national institution in a way that they could never be. Its very uniqueness makes it a difficult institution for the modern mind to grasp. The eminent French historian Ferdinand Lot has called the Parlement of Paris the most original institution of medieval France; certainly he was correct when he said there was nothing like it anywhere else." (P. 420.) 

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