Liberte, fraternite, egalite

July 14, 2006 by barbara

by barbara

Okay, I am totally over-stimulated today. WAY too much material out there.

We've got your Middle East war accelerating. Iraq in chaos. Valerie Plame suing The Dark Lord and his pals. Oil prices poised to skyrocket yet again. National debt going into orbit. Kim Jong-Il playing "Catch Me If You Can." Possible conditional, one-time-only constitutional review of U.S. government spying on its citizens. Wildfires raging in the west. Walls going up in the south. Hurricane Katherine Harris in the east. Those scary Canadians to the north. Can a gated nation be far behind?

In all the mayhem, it has gone largely unnoted that today is Bastille Day -- a national holiday in France. Yes, I know. We're supposed to hold our noses concerning anything French. Well, except for the wine. But I would submit that the French are an interesting people with a colorful history.

Apparently Louis XVI and his child bride, Marie Antoinette, started out the king/queen thing polling well among the citizens. But as time passed, Louis grew ever more fond of power, and took a nasty turn toward tyranny. I believe it's fair to say he had pissed off nearly everyone by the time 1789 rolled around.

The Bastille was a notoriously harsh and impenetrable prison where enemies of the crown languished, whether or not there were legitimate charges against them. (There's no truth to the rumor that the Bastille's original name was Guantanameux.)

On July 14, 1789, a ragtag band stormed the Bastille. Turns out theirs was not an altogether noble cause. There were only seven prisoners at the time, and what the stormers were really looking for were weapons of mass destruction. They'd gotten erroneous news that Paris was going to be attacked, and they hoped to seize the Bastille's armory. But the end justifies the means, and the storming of the Bastille sparked the French Revolution (think Les Miserables). Out of which eventually came France's libert, fraternit, egalit.

Dear NSA: I am not an anarchist. I am not advocating for revolution. Your Google search has led you astray. HOWEVER, I do wonder some days if it's going to require taking to the streets to focus attention on the things that matter most. Brothers and sisters, it doesn't matter a rat's ass who marries whom. I have way too much to say about immigration to plug it in here, but that's not it, either. Also, it is not about policing women's wombs, okay?

We've got your Middle East war accelerating. Iraq in chaos. Valerie Plame suing The Dark Lord and his pals. Oil prices poised to skyrocket yet again. National debt going into orbit . . . .

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Soolen (not verified) | July 14, 2006 - 11:08pm

LOL here. Barb has been left to hang out on the clothesline by herself, thanks to Lynnell's disappearance to Australia, where they get the news upside down, and my hiatus to northern Michigan where we just don't get the news. No news=nothing to write about. But I can get on-line, dial-up, very gummy and slow, and everyone's emails to me make passing mention of the world in chaos. So I'll put my name on the list at the bookstore to get the Sunday NYTimes and read for myself how wretched it all is -- though I'm not sure why. It's rather lovely not knowing about any of this stuff. Must be what it's like to be a Republican -- the George Bush breed that is. Meantime, thanks Barb. Without you there'd be no laundry at all.

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