Ron Throop and Edgeworth Johnstone marvel at the new size of the guillotine.
There is still time to follow Edgeworth Johnstone. He is one of the few worldwide storming the Bastille of Art and letting his people go. Any one who follows him today gets a free nod of thanks and appreciation from me. Free I tell you, free!
The 2020 governments-made pandemic kept me indoors reading and writing those long November hours while out of the studio. I was not pleased with a lockdown created by the corrupt, sociopathic, and grossly incompetent classists my neighbors were voting for in a mock election. Our federal government couldn’t provide toilet paper to its citizens while nuclear submarines trolled the waters off the Virginia coast, yet nearly each and every neighbor thought his vote for a sociopath was going to bring bloodless revolution. While they debated about what the TV and newspapers told them to, I read up on philosophical anarchism and studied the French Revolution to gather ideas for an uncertain future, which, for better or worse, never arrived. The world is even more topsy-turvy in its arrogant ignorance than it was in 2020.
Please read my take on how a few centuries ago, a volatile nation-state managed its King’s Divine Right demands. I think it’s instructive and can provide a meaningful, though rough, blueprint for future operations in any nation where the corruption becomes unbearable to lawyers and peasants minding their own business. If the New York Times and all of its privileged siblings of the fourth estate are bought and paid for, maybe it’s time the third estate begins planning a future worth gullotining for.
The French Revolution
The Duke of Kentucky, Hoisted By His Own Petard Acrylic on paper, 12 x 20"
Neither the storming of the Bastille, nor the Reign of Terror would restructure the French nation-state as much as the polite tennis court abdication of responsibility from Louis XVI to the tiers état—the Third Estate (representatives to 98% of the French population). Within the first few months of mostly peaceful revolution, centuries old feudal ties were outlawed, and the King plucked out of Versailles and delivered to Paris a third-rate monarch to an increasingly bold and ballsy population.
Nice. And all it took was an educated class, blocked from careerism to earn their fair share of privileges, and thousands of hungry, illiterate people, to realize the divine right pact signed by God and King could only work if November promised some bacon in the larder. Needy (greedy?) farmers and lesser bourgeoisie bought their local priest’s property at super discount, taking belief down a peg, justifying state pillage with a Jesus parable or two.
However, things got really bad when a few hundred lawyers assumed control and mass paranoia infected the people’s brains. Certainly hunger made some rats and citizens of Paris wild-eyed and fierce as starving things can get. But I believe it was a lust for self-preservation, induced by a common, group-centered fear of “Oops, we went too far. Better just keep hacking, slicing and setting heads onto a pike”, that turned the revolution into a lunatic, fear-driven killing-spree. To me it appears most of the mob were hard nosed practical types, playing along for fear of their own lives, and justified it spiritually, referencing their guilt as dues-paying members in the ancient cult of God. If they didn’t kill with a fury, then it couldn’t have been a just cause. The religious wars were recent history. Every one knew from familiar stories how gruesomely ancestor groups behaved before a common deity. Catholics were better grovelers to Jesus, so all Protestants must die, horrifyingly!
Once the cause to kill was set, the public justification was the need to keep the revolution alive ; the private one—self-preservation at any price, even absurd events of trial by execution. A fear of mortal retribution rather than heavenly judgement incited petty bourgeoisie to kill or be killed, but not eat their kill, no matter how “starving” historians claim the masses were. Just a broth of boiled heads would have gone a long way supplying protein to the emaciated. However, no evidence exists of steaming cauldrons, set guillotine-side.
So far, in my early study of the French Revolution, I hypothesize that the Terror was a speedy mass murder caused and fed by fear of mortal retribution. When things get out of control, practical people turn desperate very quickly and blindly reach for anyone or anything to scapegoat their own crimes. At one point at the height of the Terror, even the King’s first cousin (who voted and supported Louis’ execution), had these last words before offering his head to the paranoid: “Really, this seems a bit of a joke”.
Furthermore, to execute a King who claimed divine sovereignty… Ho boy! That must have made a cannon of cognitive dissonance discharge in the heads of France proper. Nothing was sacred, not even the church bells of villages ringing in the good news and bad, holiday, death-day, and the hours of school and mass. To take the life of the king put all and sundry in mortal danger. Kill or be killed, and better to do it running. Publicly support the killers who have the upper hand, or wait an extra week for a loaf of moldy bread. The same mass group guilt and fear of retribution among lawyers and merchants in Paris, I suspect, made co-conspirators of provincial altar boys and milk-maids. Fear drives all negative action. Fear made timid people outwardly vicious, if inwardly terrified.
There were those sections populated by strong-willed peasants uninterested in Republican (future communist) revolution (mass slaughter). So they rebelled.
What did they get?
Well, in Nantes (slave-trading port in western France), there poured in defeated counter-revolutionary refugees (peasants and townspeople) from the battles of Vendéen who became some gooey genocidal sport for Jean-Baptiste Carrier, one of many revolutionary psychopaths sent by Paris to the districts of France proper to punish the insurgents and influence public opinion.
“At first the victims were taken out in groups and then shot: some 2,600 died in this way. Then when that proved too slow and troublesome, Carrier instituted what became known as les noyades, ‘the drownings’, in which men and women were tied together naked, in so-called mariages républicains, and placed in barges which were towed to the middle of the river Loire and then scuttled. These killings took place mainly at night, and carrier also ‘organized nightly orgies, using women suspects from Nantes high society.’ It is estimated that between November 1793 and February 1794, 2,000 to 5,000 people were killed in these wholesale drownings. At the same time, a military committee rounded up 4,000 rebel fugitives from the defeats at Le Mans abd Savenay and had them shot. All told, Carrier may have been responsible for some 10,000 killings at Nante, population approximately 80,000 in 1790. (Italics mine)”
—from The French Revolution by Ian Davidson
Les noyades 2020. Acrylic on paper, 20 x 16"
Segue to hash out if these horror stories of French past apply to potential applications in modern America. We make a scapegoat of the government all the time, but kindly, gently—without worry of retribution. The United States has yet to inflict upon its citizenry a similar abrupt terror upon groups of differing political and economic philosophies. This does not count the ongoing abuses of institutional racism and class injustice which maintain suffering on a mass scale, yet kill off populations much more slowly than sinking barges filled with people. The nation has not a Civil War recollection of tying naked men and women rebels together and drowning them in the Mississippi. (The only civilian death at the Battle of Gettysburg was Jennie Wade baking bread). But we know about the living death of slavery. Certainly there are massacres a-plenty in white-supremacist riots and white-supremacist military massacring of indigenous populations. However, the American state openly killing its disaffected citizenry on a mass scale? It just hasn’t happened yet. In modern times, young men are sent overseas to satisfy blood lust (and corporate greed), as any Vietnamese or Iraqi school textbook will point out.
The Reign of Terror instructs us on how people are susceptible to delivering holocaust in a power vacuum. Imagine if these young, idealistic powder wigs had thermonuclear weapons.
Really, all life, and heaven and hell, would seem a bit of a joke.
To publish a history of the French Revolution is safe territory, as long as one doesn’t think out loud the many violent options for fast change available to us in contemporary society. In fact, it’s best to play it safe. “They were crazy to kill their king. But not us. We love his weapons of war (especially the nuclear ones) and his high tech grab bag of instruments for crowd control. We love them so much, we pay for them with our collective figurative bread and dread.” Voice any justification to behead the President, the Senator, the Congressman, or just to think out loud about it to a fair weather friend, with no intention to follow through, and the thought police will arrive at your door quicker than a Donald Trump tweet inciting violence throughout Michigan trailer parks.
I think this is a good thing. As a population of consummate complainers, doubling down on our consumption, we are fortunate to be soft, shallow, and weak of mind. Arrogant ignorance is nearly a virtue in a society that has the means to annihilate itself and everything else before the coffee is done percolating. We must keep our acceptance of superpower alive and well. Nurture it. Feed it regularly with light doses of protest and heavy iron obeyance. But please people, do not ever, ever pose a real threat. We are safe and secure as long as there are 50 brands of breakfast cereals on supermarket shelves. I no longer think we should make political enemies in a modern religious or secular world. The French Revolution shows us how aggressively well-fed lawyers destroyed their enemies and innocent nobodies just to express an idea. Today we have a faux-christian secret society of Joint Chiefs of Staff astronomically more dangerous than the Jacobins of powder puff Paris, circa 1790. They hold the cryptic codes to usher in doomsday. And all we must do to keep our heads is shut up and carry on. For God’s sake don’t stir the pot if the spoon splits atoms!
Thank goodness the Chinese people are less free, and England and new France U.S. puppet regimes. I’d watch out for Israel, though. Shunned white supremacy and weapons of mass destruction are a marriage of inconvenience to all life on earth.
We saw this in 2020 and 2021. People who had een close friends of mine one day, turned on me in packs the next.
Was it good riddance, or a tough time for you? It was common occurrence. Fear makes people wild.
The people who mattered to me remained. One apologized, another has become able to at least listen to me and able to discuss. Recently, she started complaining that Trump could possibly declare her a domestic terrorist, should she be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I reminded her that her president's administration actually did incarcerate a great many conservatives for being in the wrong place at the wrong time (Jan 6 which she still calls an insurrection), and came very close to declaring me a domestic terrorist for a lifestyle choice (not submitting to experimental medical treatment). In the end, I was able to point out that both "sides" are dangerous to those who disagree, and that if we let our side do this or that, we should be prepared for the other side to do the same thing. We must take back our freedom. To do that, I fear, we must become ungovernable.
Too many people shoot surface politics from the hip while jumpy to defend their cult. In my head I’m always the lone native who broke away from the tribe. I assess all power’s actions upon me in an instant, and usually say “no” to whatever scheme is up its sleeve. Then I walk away. Certain power structures I am dependent on. For example, National Grid, my wife’s opinion, income village water and sewe, and the the U.S. mail.
For me it always boils down to this: “The Enemy is anyone who’s going to get you killed.”
Friendship is the easy sharing of your craziest self to another, with laughter. Tolerance and acceptance is not enough. We have enough polite sentiment in the world to make anybody sick. Cheers to you! Watch out for winter!
Winter is much milder here in Allegany county than it is up by you, although last year was difficult, with ice everywhere for a solid month.
I can do this now, but haven't always been able to see the game. Seems to me, while reading your book, that you have always been willing, to say no. And colorfully too! I read your letter to your bosses last night. So funny! Hey Ted, you suck! Did you come and go at that restaurant often?
I wrote letters to my bosses all the time. I was a real primadonna!:)
One time on college graduation day (the busiest), I took the cook’s 5 gallon bucket garbage (yes, the one with the fish heads), and dumped it in the middle of the dining room in front of my boss, staff and 400 customer eyes. Then walked out.
He hired my back with a raise the next day.
No! You must be very good. Or loved in a way you do not describe in your book. No way I would have done that except for someone exceptional, and loveable.