<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:27:03.868+01:00</updated><category term='Modernism'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='Chimpanzees'/><category term='WW1'/><category term='Gleiwitz Incident'/><category term='O.k Corral'/><category term='France'/><category term='Buffy'/><category term='Norway'/><category term='Nazis'/><category term='Tombstone'/><category term='Sextastic'/><category term='Duke Of Wellington'/><category term='Napoleon'/><category term='Gallipoli'/><category term='Heart Of Gold'/><category term='Man I really fancy Tim&apos;s cousin'/><category term='Agincourt'/><category term='Astronauts'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Sloth is a fag'/><category term='Fascism'/><category term='Gibbons'/><category term='Wordsworth'/><category term='Xmas Tree'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='Classic Song'/><category term='Bears'/><category term='War of Independence'/><category term='Doc Holliday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Abyssinia'/><category term='War'/><category term='Pope Benedict'/><category term='Quisling'/><category term='Napoleonics'/><category term='Operation Himmler'/><category term='Britain'/><category term='WW2'/><category term='Mussolini'/><category term='Fun Facts'/><category term='Coat of Arms'/><category term='18th Century'/><category term='Wyatt Earp'/><category term='Hitler'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Nazi Germany'/><category term='Inept Wars'/><category term='Cavemen'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>FrostyDog</title><subtitle type='html'>THE SEXIEST HISTORY BLOG SINCE KERSHAW'S EXAMINATION OF THE WEAK DICTATOR HYPOTHESIS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-3712851883798820837</id><published>2009-09-28T19:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:53:48.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Black 2 Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SsEExCen_2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/olMMfzS_1Og/s1600-h/Cribb_vs_Molineaux_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SsEExCen_2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/olMMfzS_1Og/s320/Cribb_vs_Molineaux_1811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386591869837246306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Richmond, decent chap, quality boxer and BLACK TERROR retired from the ring and decided to put his former skills to use by starting a prize fighting academy. A sort of novel idea at the time, Bill taught aspiring prizefighters and ordinary chaps alike the skills of the ring. How the bash peoples skulls in and you know, not get yours bashed in, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One famous student was Lord Byron, general madman and also noted poet. He even put a few lines about old Bill into one of his poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, another American black guy came to Bill, recently arrived in England and wanting to BASH SOME SKULLS. His name was &lt;b&gt;Tom Molineaux&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Tom was another born slave from the states. He was taught to box by his father and fought other slaves for the entertainment of plantation owners (they did not have tv back then.) He was so good and won his owner so many bets he was granted his freedom and he decided to go to the land of the free (Britain) to ply his trade as a boxer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In England he had a few fights and brutal victories and caught the eye of Richmond, who decided to teach him. Tom wasnt the elegant skilled boxer of Richmonds type, he was more along Cribb's style (remember him? The tree destroyer) just so big and strong he won out. With Richmonds master class he became the most feared Boxer in local circles and a rightful successor to the Black Terror's reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Richmond saw the oppurtunity to change the result of his last grudge match, and with Tom keen to prove himself the "best" they sought out Cribb. Cribb was an aspiring trainer himself by this time, but still fought and was considered still the Ivan Drago of Britain. Just unbeatable. A fight was arranged and a massive buzz was caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the smart money was on Cribb, he was bigger and stronger and treeraperier than Molineux, it wasnt thought to last more than ten rounds. But it did, Mols went toe to toe with Cribb and looked to have the edge, he couldnt match him in brutality but he had the intelligent style taught to him by Richmond along with his own brute force. 15 thousand people were in attendance and the crowd was in a rage, in the 19th round with the commentators of the time thinking Molly was about to lower the boom and end it there was a mini riot. The crowd stormed the ring, in the chaos Molineux's hand was broken or damaged by the crowd and it wasnt clear if Cribb had made it "back to the line" in 30 seconds, so the fight carried on when the crowd was dispersed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fight went on. With a broken hand the tide soon turned and Molineux couldnt close down Cribb, in the 34th round Moli knew he was beat and wanted to quit, but his second convinced him to get back in the ring and in the 35th he was bested. The great black hope was extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond, not one to wallow in misery, arranged a rematch and this time, barring another crowd hand breaker, was convinced they would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Molineux was now a massive celebrity in London. Not used to such respect and new found fame he took to drink and women and so forth, lapsed on his training and lived up the good times. Come the rematch he was half the fighter he was (and a whole stone lighter), Cribb walked all over him. Without any help from the crowd the fight was over in the 11th round and Cribb broke the dudes jaw. Cribb had took this fight much more seriously and "had been in a strict training programme, which consisted of no sex, no alcohol, punching tree bark and soaking his fists in vinegar." The conker fist approach part is pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond was furious, squarely blaming Molineux for ruining their chances and dissolved his friendship and patronage of Tom. Tom, not being equipped with much life skills, fell into alcoholism and sadly died in debtors prison (they didnt just used to send you threatening letters for that, back then.) Just 4 years after the big rematch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond is one cold mofo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-3712851883798820837?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3712851883798820837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=3712851883798820837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3712851883798820837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3712851883798820837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-black-2-terror.html' title='2 Black 2 Terror'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SsEExCen_2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/olMMfzS_1Og/s72-c/Cribb_vs_Molineaux_1811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-5019311361994208609</id><published>2009-09-19T14:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:22:18.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BLACK TERROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SrTpCKlTm2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KFXryX3VM2c/s1600-h/436px-Bill_Richmond_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SrTpCKlTm2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KFXryX3VM2c/s320/436px-Bill_Richmond_1810.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383183678024424290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIZEFIGHTING was like the MMA of olden days. It wasnt exactly boxing or wrestling and it didnt exactly have rules but GOD DAMN you would see some people SERIOUSLY MESSED UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its early origins (in Britain) as a big crowd sort of events were as a (hazily legal) sideshow event at travelling fairs and the like, where local champions would be challenged by anyone in the crowd game to give it a go. There wasnt a lot of money in it and it was a pride thing. The rules would change place to place and how much you could get away depended a lot on who the referees allegiance was too and who the crowd was going for (they werent going to tell the local champion he is disqualified when his fans were liable to STORM THE RING for that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of its early characters was a man called Bill Richmond. Bill was a black slave (born 1829) from New York. A place called Cuckold's town, oddly enough. I can only assume it was a place where the women were just slags. Anyway, Bill was the slave of some local bigwig. He met the Duke Of Northumberland who was staying at the masters gaffe, did his best to be plucky and lovable and ended up being taken with the Duke back to England for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time there was a status symbol thing around the aristos for having a black servant, of the American type. Anyway young Bill ends up in Yorkshire, working for the Duke and gets the chance to be schooled and becomes an apprentice cabinet maker. Which was an actual decent job back then, not a really lame skill like it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the story goes Bill was attending a prizefight (which was like the "going to the pub" of the 19th century) and got cajoled and insulted by the current champ and decided to throw down. Now Bill wasnt a massive guy, but he found he had a natural knack for this Boxing lark. Despite facing a much bigger opponent, he had an Ali vs Liston moment and realised if you can dance around an opponent so clumsy he cant get a punch on you, you dont need to be. Feeling the thrill we all feel beating the living crap out of a guy Bills thoughts went along the line of "FUCK CABINETS, im going to be CHAMPION OF BOXING DUDES HEADS IN" and we can all empathise with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, fuck Cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Floats like a butterfly, sting like a bee, his hands can't hit what his eyes can't see."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richmond may have said this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bill embarked on his boxing career to some massive success. Styled as the "Black Terror" (no, really) he outboxed people left and right, but you have to realise there wasnt any real money in prize fighting. You fought for a small purse, the only real cash was in getting a "sponsor" if you will, a patron, who would arrange your fights for you. So in the early days of smashing dudes up Bill was risking a lot for nothing, if he damaged his hands the delicate trade he was trained in would be impossible for him and he'd be pretty much doomed to starve. Which wasnt a pleasant thing. And still isnt, I guess. Dont starve. So he must have really loved smashing dudes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill had the full Rocky story, though, he got himself a patron. A drunken, slumming aristo took a liking to him and Bill enjoyed the high life of London. Mixing in high circles and fighting for decent money. One day Bill got his shot at the title. The British champion of the time was a rough as nails Bristolian man by the name of Tom Cribb. Cribb was like 50 feet tall and made of muscle. He trained by PUNCHING the BARK off of TREES. Seriously, he fucked up TREES. So, the fight was set up and it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I done wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale; handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail; only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalised a brick; I'm so mean I make medicine sick." - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richmond could have said that, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now prizefighting is a bit different to boxing today. You had rounds still and the fight was settled either by knockouts or not being able to return to the centre "circle" to carry on. You could punch, wrestle and even kick. Obviously gloves and head guards were right out. And it got brutal. Especially when fighting TreeBane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fight between the black Richmond and Britain's pride was a massive deal at the time, it even got more column inches in the papers than a little naval battle that had just taken place called THE BATTLE OF TRAFALGAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sadly, much like Rocky in the end Rocky/Bill didnt quite have what it took. After a brutal affair, Cribb won out and Richmond retired not knowing the glory of being the best. But for a black immigrant, he was a much loved fighter who mixed in pretty high circles for a working class man and a man of his race in that time. I think thats a pretty weighty achievement, he was known as a dignified English gent and a man of good character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done! Now if you know what you're worth then go out and get what you're worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you!&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richmond probably didnt say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to start his own "boxing academy" and train up the NEXT black prize fighting champion, who would come to face Cribb himself. With EXCITING RESULTS*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To be continued..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Results may not be that exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-5019311361994208609?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5019311361994208609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=5019311361994208609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/5019311361994208609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/5019311361994208609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2009/09/black-terror.html' title='THE BLACK TERROR'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SrTpCKlTm2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/KFXryX3VM2c/s72-c/436px-Bill_Richmond_1810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-3657685246920775376</id><published>2009-06-05T14:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:53:27.907+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy dudes of history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/Siki5GLkG1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jRDxvT7kpcU/s1600-h/mary+mallon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/Siki5GLkG1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jRDxvT7kpcU/s320/mary+mallon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343840797158808402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Mallon, a 19th century cook went on to coin a particurley famous phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why? Because bitch be crazy, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallon (born 1869 died 1938) was an irish immigrant who worked as a professional chef for rich families and the like, living in the USA. When a number of the families she worked for contracted typhoid authorities started to note the pattern and tracked her down, not suffering the disease herself (nor ever, according to her) they did some tests and discovered she was an asymptomatic carrier (probably picking it up in the womb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typhoid is an infection usually caused by poor faeces management or by carriers working with food/drink. It was a lot more common in the past, now its nearly never seen in Europe/USA but still a problem to a degree in less developed countries. It was originally named TheShitOfDeath disease but it didnt catch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you are a chef, you find out your bodily fluids have an infectious (and fatal) disease on them and it takes hella scrubbing just to give a decent chance that you wont have it on your hands and give it to anyone who eats your food... what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Marys case, fuck all. She vehemently denied having the disease, even after being tested. She was quarantined under public health legislation for a number of years before a new commissioner realising this unique situation probably required a bit of tact, had her sign some paper work making her promise to never work in food prep or related industries again and be careful and stuff with her hands of death, let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mary, being a bit of a character, finding out that her only other skills (laundry work, she is a woman, you see) didnt pay as well as cookery, decided "fuck that" changed her name and started working as a cook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people were infected and eventually she was caught again and put into a quarantine that lasted the rest of her life. She was fairly unrepentant and insistent she didnt carry the disease right until she passed on. Got to appreciate that Irish stubborn streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes remembered in the phrase "typhoid mary", of course. At the time, the papers made a big deal out of her as an unforgiving dealer of death. She was like an early supervillain, passing out death with her hands under assumed names for some evil masterplan. Sadly there was no early 19th century superheroes to fight her off, captain industry or whatever never turned up to kick her ass with the power of the steam rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality she was just an ignorant stubborn woman who probably really believed she didnt carry the disease and just couldnt fathom or trust the science that proved she did. So its kind of sad that she had to remain in quarantine her whole life, never really comprehending or believing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasnt the first or only asymptomatic carrier around, but she was the most crazy and thats why she gets the cool phrase named for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She is known to have infected 53 people with the disease, 3 of which died)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-3657685246920775376?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3657685246920775376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=3657685246920775376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3657685246920775376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3657685246920775376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/crazy-dudes-of-history.html' title='Crazy dudes of history'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/Siki5GLkG1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/jRDxvT7kpcU/s72-c/mary+mallon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-895454322494247025</id><published>2009-05-25T20:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:59:55.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SILLY HISTORY LEGENDS 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/Shr4De402cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eEhg-YTecKk/s1600-h/winsto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/Shr4De402cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eEhg-YTecKk/s320/winsto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339853046915848642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churchill, badass, slightly crazy, drunken wit. Hell of a speech giver. Front runner for best modern War Leader and greatest English PM awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his first run as English PM he saved Britain, the free world and made some horribly tough decisions. He made his deal with the devil, allying with the Soviets, had to make the awful decision to scupper the French fleet to stop the Germans capturing them (an insane and bold decision that paid off) but the most common one brought up, often mentioned in tv shows and the odd book, is the Coventry dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those not in "the know", the coventry dillema goes that after we broke the Enigma code (the secret german code that helped us win the war, you know, watch the movie) one of the earliest messages was the news of an imminent bombing raid of Coventry (11/4/1940.) Giving Churchill a problem, arranging a large scale evacuation would save many lives... but it would tip his hand, showing the Germans who would notice the lack of people and industry and whose agents would surely hear of it.. that the code was broken, perhaps losing the one advantage we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Churchill took the dark path and did nothing, Coventry took heavy losses, civilians died. But we kept the code cracking a secret and ultimately that let us win the war and save the world, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good story, often trotted out in tv shows to illustrate the very textbook definition of making the hard choice, the immoral choice that in the end turns out to be right. The needs of the many outweight the needs of the few and beautifully illustrates what a good, dark leader Winsto was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good apart from the fact it isnt true. We did crack the code before the Coventry raid, true, but only generally. We didnt for instance know KORN stood for Coventry at the time, we did infact get some intelligence a heavy bombing raid was coming... but nobody had any idea where and the best guess of the time was that it would be London (somewhere impossible to shut down or large scale evacuate more than was already done during the war) and nothing could have been done to save Coventry, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is even reported Churchill cancelled a trip out of London, not wanting to be "hiding" out in the country when it was bombed and awaited it on the night, scanning the sky for the bombers arriving before news arrived Coventry was attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this myth isnt clear, but like most conventional wisdom it gets repeated around so much its hard to know who is getting it from where. It certainly got a boost when it was brought up again in "Bodyguard of Lies" by Anthony Cave Brown, published in 1976, who said "It was a tragic decision for Churchil to have to make".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cool story, but didnt happen. Look up the French scuppering or pick up a good Churchill bio in general if you want to hear some hardcore stories that did happen. Churchill has enough of a badass drunken, train riding, war winning life that adding stories isnt neccesary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this Island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, 'This was their finest hour.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Churchill Badassery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-895454322494247025?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/895454322494247025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=895454322494247025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/895454322494247025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/895454322494247025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-history-legends-2.html' title='SILLY HISTORY LEGENDS 2'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/Shr4De402cI/AAAAAAAAAEE/eEhg-YTecKk/s72-c/winsto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-6093137408059066404</id><published>2009-05-18T11:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:57:31.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SILLY HISTORY LEGENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/ShE-x2Lt4lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TLN6Q-n3SqE/s1600-h/kingshilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/ShE-x2Lt4lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TLN6Q-n3SqE/s320/kingshilling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337116059489919570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why they used to drink out of glass bottomed tankards in the olden days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, of course you do, why did they used to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the shilling right, the shilling in the bottom of the glass, that the naval recruiters used to drop in the tankards to trick people into joining the navy/army, right? Because, once you take a shilling you are in, right? So glass tankards, so you dont accidentally get a pint with a slipped in shilling, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, THAT IS WRONG, WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT, THAT IS SILLY, YOU ARE SILLY TO THINK THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some weirdly prevailent myth that this used to happen. The old shilling in the pint trick, you were forced to join the army. This is such a myth that they now make REPLICAS of GENUINE GLASS BOTTOMED TANKARDS that stop this PRACTICE that never actually HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;a href="http://www.walshbrothers.co.uk/Update/glass_bottom_tankards.htm"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; (complete with fake historic story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they didnt press gang people into joining the navy. As a matter of fact, in the time period this story originates (Around napoleonic wars era usually) it was much like now. Even in ye olde days you had a 4 day cooling off period after recruiting (for the very reason of making sure people didnt sign up drunk and regret it, or to impress the ladies and whatever other reasons you join up that arent good and sound like hating the French) and recruiters were actually subject to very strict rules and fines if they were found to mislead or just kidnap people from bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats not to say coercing wasnt taking place (as it does now) but like now, false pretenses was more the strategy than some obtuse slight of hand trick and like now it was punished if found out by the higher ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this myth is harder to pinpoint. Certainly there was points in British history when people were forced into the navy/military, but it wasnt by trickery but law and it might have root in the press ganging of American colonists, who were forced into the Navy when captured (since any colonist caught was still considered British before treaties were signed between America/UK) but wherever its from... it is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid like your mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-6093137408059066404?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6093137408059066404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=6093137408059066404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/6093137408059066404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/6093137408059066404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/silly-history-legends.html' title='SILLY HISTORY LEGENDS'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/ShE-x2Lt4lI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TLN6Q-n3SqE/s72-c/kingshilling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-2914590787725308138</id><published>2008-08-19T18:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:37:39.498+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallipoli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW1'/><title type='text'>Movies vs History 3: The Quickening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SKsNXUubl6I/AAAAAAAAACk/qmx51n_gwjo/s1600-h/gallipoliL1904_468x289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SKsNXUubl6I/AAAAAAAAACk/qmx51n_gwjo/s320/gallipoliL1904_468x289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236293686099941282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alternative title - Mel Gibson would stamp on an English baby until it was nothing more than paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallipoli is one of the few modern war movies (that is, critical and with themes, not the old ones where everyone had a moustache and the germans would wander in speaking english with a german accent and start shooting puppies) that depicts WW1. Plus one of Australia's better movies, up there with those other movies they made... mad max and... err.... crocodile dundee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about the young idealistic Archy (who joined to do his bit and for the adventure, the stereotype of the time) and the more morally amibigous Frank (who joins for money and to follow his mates, a more identifiable motivation these days) and hes the one played by Mel Gibson. In case you were wonderering who you are meant to hate. That anti-English bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not exactly sure, but it was the German's fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Archy on what caused the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first third of the movie is the decision to join. This is actually really well done, it examines the multitude of reasons to join, the sense of nobility and duty (perhaps removed from the realities of war, the definitive notion of war as an awful thing came from this war after all) through Archy, with the more grimly realistic Frank and his more practical reasoning. There is a nice little scene of them discussing the terrible things the "hun" are doing, a nice little piece of propaganda just fitting into normal discussion undoubted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to them training and early stationing. You see the boredom of trench warfare, how you spent most of your time eating crappy rations and waiting. All historically accurate'ish so far, good good. Trench warfare was pretty horrible, but in countries that are ungodly hot and without much in the way of civilisation, especially so. Lots of dysentry, food poisoning and generally gross stuff. And trench foot, dude, dont ever google image search Trench Foot. (Do it, I dare you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we get to the titular battle, for the Australian forces anyway. You see the true horrors of war, the idea of certain death being something you just had to deal with. Truly shocking. But the problem is, it tries to encapsulate every problem with WW1 into one battle... The notion of lions being led by donkeys, as the phrasing goes. You see the chain of command being totally incompetent, the British commanding officer misunderstands whats going on and needlessly wastes the lives of his troops. You see the British officers sipping tea as the noble Australians die for a distraction of their attack, which ultimately fails anyway. What a needless waste of life and how horrible these noble Aussies die for the terrible British, eh? All over Constantinople, which isnt even a real sounding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Istanbul was Constantinople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Been a long time gone, Constantinople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Every gal in Constantinople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So if you've a date in Constantinople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; She'll be waiting in Istanbul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Some classic WW1 poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as a theme for the war, thats probably not far from the truth. Lots of people died needlessly, it was a time when strategy wasnt as far ahead as weaponry, leading to the needless stalemate and massive deathrate on both sides. But in this particular battle, this makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villain of the movie, the guy with the distinct English accent who cares not for the death of his Australian men... he was actually Australian. Apparently the director was going for "the sort of anglo-australian accent that were common at the time" and we werent meant to think he was English, despite being the only guy with this "anglo-australian accent" IN THE WHOLE DAMN MOVIE.  The Australians werent actually a diversion for English forces, they were a diversion for New Zealand forces. But obviously a bunch of Peter Jackson looking guys having tea on the beach while Aussies die didnt have the same impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major Barton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: What your telling me sir and correct me if I'm wrong, is that the infantry attack on Lone Pine, and our Light Horse attack on the Nek are diversions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Oh not just diversions Major, vital important diversions. Tonight, 25,000 British troops will land here at Suvla Bay. Our attacks are to draw the Turks down on us so the British can get ashore. Sorry I didn't tell you this before, secrecy is vital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major Barton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: But sir, the Nek is a fortress. Protected by at least five machine guns at point-blank range.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: Yeah, we've considered that Barton. We're gonna hit their trenches with the heaviest barrage of the campaign just before your men go over the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artillery Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: By the time we've finished, there won't be a Turk within miles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Col. Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: The Turks can keep us pinned down at ANZAC forever. This new British landing is our only hope. We must do what we can to make it succeed. Because of it does succeed, we'll have Constantinople with a week, and knock Turkey out of the war. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- This is nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film shows a (fictional) general trying to call the attack off. This didnt happen, the attack petered out when big chunks of the line charged without orders messing up the whole tactics of the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what actually went wrong at the battle, was it really an English orchestrated blood bath of the Aussies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the words of Australian historian Les Carlyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The scale of the tragedy of the Nek was mostly the work of two Australian incompetents, Hughes and Antill."&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, yeah. Sadly "it was the australian officers who messed up" just doesnt have the same impact as "it was the EVIL ENGLISH officers who messed up, while drinking tea and laughing, they called you a fag as well dude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two companies of a British regiment, the Royal Welsh Fusiliers (I think), in fact suffered very heavy losses trying to support the Australian attack at the Nek once it was realized that the offensive was in trouble. What did they get for there troubles? Not even a movie name check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, Australia are revisionist wankers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool movie though, AS FAST AS A LEOPARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-2914590787725308138?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2914590787725308138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=2914590787725308138' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/2914590787725308138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/2914590787725308138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/08/movies-vs-history-3-quickening.html' title='Movies vs History 3: The Quickening'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SKsNXUubl6I/AAAAAAAAACk/qmx51n_gwjo/s72-c/gallipoliL1904_468x289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-8960619052816278080</id><published>2008-08-09T21:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:53:11.683+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man I really fancy Tim&apos;s cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War of Independence'/><title type='text'>Movies vs History 2: Electric Boogaloo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SJ4KdCf7roI/AAAAAAAAACc/KQFAtkczhIg/s1600-h/General_Sir_Banastre_Tarleton_by_Sir_Joshua_Reynolds.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SJ4KdCf7roI/AAAAAAAAACc/KQFAtkczhIg/s320/General_Sir_Banastre_Tarleton_by_Sir_Joshua_Reynolds.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232631311054384770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative Title - Seriously Mel Gibson, what the fuck is your problem with the English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Patriot is a big move about the war of independence. Or as it is more accurately know, British Civil War 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to give this one a little leeway, because it does rename the bulk of its characters so it can use the "based on" proviso. So even though Mel Gibson's protagonist is based on a serial rapist who loved to murder Indians for fun, its ok, because they changed the name a bit so now hes a noble hero. And the English commander they railed against displayed commiting atrocities worse than ever actually occured from either side, well thats ok, because his name is Tavington in the movie, who nobody would ever connect with Tarlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im instead going to point out some of the weird ways the director decided to portray the whole period and the war, and why this is slightly crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Forces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, there wasnt any Americans at this time. Everyone was British, you know that story about Paul Revere shouting out "the British are coming!" as a warning... that story isnt true, he shouted "the regulars are coming", because everyone he would have been shouting "The British are coming" too were British, everyone still considered themselves British and the sort of revolutionary ideas that would lead to America after the conflict was over just didnt exist in a widespread fashion... so they would have been confused or possibly insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie, none the less, shows America as a sort of independent culturally seperate nation that is completely at odds with these foreign invaders. Which given the timescale and population by immigration and everything, is absurd, both sides should be British speaking and acting (some of the colonials a little different perhaps) and only Mel Gibsons accent should stand out as incongrous and odd, as is his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the English soldiers either seem to be posh English officers or working class ruffian types right out of a Dickens novel. The British army was a bit more diverse than that, chaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it seems to ignore the whole irony of a nation fighting for its freedom and basic liberty that still intends to keep murdering its native populace and enslaving Africans, but that isnt that movie worthy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inaccuracy Rating - 2.3/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Evils of The English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British are mass murdering people, burning down churches with people in them and shooting children for kicks.The noble Americans are forced to fight them off with roughshod rebel tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, thats not true. I mean, a lot of American propaganda at the time (yeah, they had propaganda back then, Hitler didnt invent that shit) might have read like that, but really no side was particurley more brutal than the other. There was a lot of killing surrendering men, but this isnt exactly geneva convention days, that thing was considered "not cricket" but wouldnt always mean you got sent home or even disciplined (in the British army) and a lot of the 'revolutionary' army fought semi-independently and in some cases their only previous combat experience was mass murdering Injuns, so you can imagine what they got up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the British Army could be dicks, but so were the guys they were fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"(the men showed) a vindictive asperity not easily restrained." -&lt;/span&gt; Tarleton on his men not showing quarter to (possibly) surrendering soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, the German director, often seems to mimic nazi atrocities (the burning of the church thing is pretty much an exact reference to the massacre of Oradour in German occupied France)  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and portray the British doing them. I dont know if nazis is just his go-to villain characterisation, or if he had some creepy agenda going there, but really... that is a little weird, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like Hollywood is bending the truth to make a war about one set of elites replacing another set of elites in an orchestrated war into a good vs evil struggle so people identify with it more. Why would you do that Hollywood, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inaccuracy Rating - 3.7/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Americans are Revolting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie pretty much plays into what seems to be a common historic fallacy, that Americans revolted out of some sense of liberty and justice, that the common man rose up and said no to oppression. I mean, dont get me wrong, the foundations of America led to the constitution (a landmark document in quite a few respects when it came to enhancing the common liberty of man, on paper anyway) and many future good things (pizza mostly) but it wasnt really how the war happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"One of the most essential branches of English liberty is the freedom            of one's house. A man's house is his castle." &lt;/span&gt;-- James Otis, 1761        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war happened because the rich dudes in charge in (what would be) America realised they could get rid of the rich dudes in charge back in Britain and be the only rich dudes in charge. They thought up a few reasons for this, rabble roused with a load of pamphlets blowing really minor stuff out of proportion and used their resources to make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the liberty stuff happened and the good stuff, but its more a murky little war that made it happen. See, America is a superpower now, and like any superpower it needs a cool origin story. Batman has the parents thing and the vision of bats, what did America have, a dispute over the rate of taxes paid on tea. They had the aquaman origin story. So they dressed it up with some cool, triumphing over evil stuff and noble intentions, and there you go, America is Batman again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are making a historical epic, that is at all accurate, the colonials shouldnt be Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inaccuracy Rating - 4.2/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;America Wins in the End!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie, America wins. Or the colonies. I will just call it America, that is quicker if innaccurate. Anyway, thats it, liberty triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, yeah, thats right, the colonies did make fighting the war so costly it wasnt considered worth the effort. That is a technical win, like France won the hundred year war after 120 years they made it too difficult to keep occupying most of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, the movie skips over the whole massive foreign help America got. No real victory, without, among others the Spanish contribution. It does show a number of Battles the English won as American victories (which is just retarded, but whatever) but it ends on lots of shots of American stuff and you feel all independent'y and good, so thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historical Inaccuracy - 2.1/5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if you want to watch a big budget movie about the war of revolution (you notice how the revolutionary aspect of the American backstory sort of got reworked to war of independence after the Cold War, dont deny your partially imaginary origins America! Embrace them!) I would reccomend this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its made up, often inaccurate and it has Mel Gibson in it, totally ignores the massive complexities and dual nature of the whole conflict (the notions of liberty some where fighting for, versus the more realistic economic factors and so on)... but its the only one I have really seen, so my hands are tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Democracy will soon degenerate into an anarchy, such an anarchy that every man will do what is right in his own eyes and no man's life or property or reputation or liberty will be secure, and every one of these will soon mould itself into a system of subordination of all the moral virtues and intellectual abilities, all the powers of wealth, beauty, wit and science, to the wanton pleasures, the capricious will, and the execrable cruelty of one or a very few."&lt;/span&gt; - John Adams, 1763&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also all those inaccuracy ratings are totally random. So if you were reading anything into them, I probably wouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows a GOOD movie about this period in history, sort of examining the moral ambiguities more and the propaganda super hero element less, I would love to know, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-8960619052816278080?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8960619052816278080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=8960619052816278080' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/8960619052816278080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/8960619052816278080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/08/movies-vs-history-2-electric-boogaloo.html' title='Movies vs History 2: Electric Boogaloo'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SJ4KdCf7roI/AAAAAAAAACc/KQFAtkczhIg/s72-c/General_Sir_Banastre_Tarleton_by_Sir_Joshua_Reynolds.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-3866940170445107156</id><published>2008-08-07T16:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:43:37.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies vs History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SJssKG1XOtI/AAAAAAAAACU/wxUTmorw9Iw/s1600-h/William_Wallace.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SJssKG1XOtI/AAAAAAAAACU/wxUTmorw9Iw/s320/William_Wallace.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231823944265710290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative title - Why does Mel Gibson hate the English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, based on the response to the tombstone bit a little while back, I would try to introduce a short, light sort of regular bit about the historical accuracy of movies. More for interest than anything, in most cases these will be movies I actually liked but sort of enjoy the complete diversion they take from fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the king of just plain making stuff up movies, Braveheart. A few random examples, I think we all know the battles and dates are going to be iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact from Braveheart&lt;/span&gt; - Edward the first, or Longshanks, is the sneering over the top villain of history. He kills homosexuals, makes dickish remarks and generally rocks all over the movie. This is why he is my favourite character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us. Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. The dead cost nothing."&lt;/span&gt; - Edward I, in the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historical Accuracy&lt;/span&gt; - Actually, yeah, he kind of was. The specifics are all made up, but he was a bit of a mean chap. He crusaded his way through his prince years (that is the years of being heir to the throne, not the years in which he was a fan of the musical artist formally known as Prince) and among his many interesting contributions to history was forcing jewish people to wear yellow badges to mark them out and expelling them entirely (while confiscating their stuff.) Two ideas another famous dick from history happened to copy. Plus his solution to "coin clipping" a common problem of the day (since coins were made of quite valuable metals back then, literally shaving bits off to make bullion) was to arrest all the heads of major jewish families, because why investigate stuff... if money is involved, it was probably the jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did love fighting, took a certain joy in being the dude who conquered most of Wales and big chunks of Scotland and emalgamating them into what would become the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he died he requested his son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"boil [his] body, extract the bones and carry them with the army until the Scots had been subdued."&lt;/span&gt; Sadly Edward II neglected to do such an awesome thing, instead just burying him, but with the glorious epitath &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hammer of the Scots"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact from Braveheart&lt;/span&gt; - Edward the second is a raging soft gay lad. He doesnt care about ruling Scotland because he is too busy being gay with dudes, so had no interest in sleeping with his hot wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historical Accuracy&lt;/span&gt; - Yeah, probably. His father was certainly strongly concerned about his tendency towards certain "favourite" friends, history has pretty much surmised he was probably a bit gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did father 4 children with his wife, though. So clearly he hit that sometimes. Plus he had at least one illegitimate child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was certainly a lot weaker than his feather. Robert the Bruce would make dickish remarks about his lack of military skill and the dude spent most of his time losing the bits of Scotland his dad had conquered in the first place. He didnt care for warring upon the Scottish, which is pretty gay in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact from Braveheart&lt;/span&gt; - William Wallace was a good, honest scotsman. Until the EVIL English came and killed him and his woman and his puppy. He went away for an education and eventually came back and was forced to throw off the yolks of oppression for FREEEEDOOMMMMMMM!!!! Before being betrayed and executed, but he never lost his noble spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historical Accuracy&lt;/span&gt; - Well, he wasnt a commoner for a start. He was a minor noble. He was probably of Welsh stock, the name Wallace probably means "welsh" or "foreigner" apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for his noble war on the English... wellll maybe. You could make him out to be a guy who was involved in the war against an evil oppressor, but really it was more a war between which bunch of nobles would get to gouge the scottish people more.. local ones or ones from further south. We certainly dont have enough historical accounts to actually know Wallace's views, or enough details of the battles he took part in and what his actual importance was. A lot of what is assumed comes from poetry, which as a historical source is always at least 90% crap. Thats where the "avenged the killing of his bint" part of the movie comes from, a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sort of the robin hood figure of Scotland (only was definitely actually real) so you would expect him to be massively built up, but the lack of evidence means you should take this as a bit of literary conceit. He was a guy who killed some English, hid from them for a while and eventually got handed back to them for execution. He could be a hero, a villain or more likely just a pretty hard dude among hard dudes in a time of conflict and politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for his dramatic evasion and capture, he wouldnt really be so well remembered. His final statement before execution as a traitor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I could not be a traitor to Edward, for I was never his subject"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;was pretty cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact from Braveheart&lt;/span&gt; - William Wallace banged Edward II's missus, presumably impregnating her and giving the sly wink that maybe the next king of England would be a Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historical Accuracy&lt;/span&gt; - Hahahaha. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never met her. And at the time the film was set, she would be three years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying William Wallace didnt sleep with her, but you know, if he did... it adds a certain extra dimension to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact from Braveheart&lt;/span&gt; - Wallace didnt have a vaguely scottish accent. He sounded like a dude who had just heard about Scotland in myths or legends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Historical Accuracy&lt;/span&gt; - There isnt anything that says this isnt the case. Power to you, Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final conclusion&lt;/span&gt; - Well, the creators of the movie point out they didnt want exact historical accuracy, instead they deliberately based it on the poetry of Blind Harry,  someone famous for helping to create the myth of William Wallace, but constantly made stuff up. He references things that categorically just didnt happen. Beyond that they made a lot of stuff up, because it made the movie more hollywood if the morality was cleaner cut, Wallace slept with someone hot (even if she was 3) and it had a more meaningful ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still an awesome movie. But about as accurate as a Robin Hood flick. The decision to make England the traintrack-woman-tieing-up sort of villains sort of makes sense, though I can see why they got a little stick for making out Edward II to be a bit of a fairy. Little bit offensive that anyone thought to bang dudes has to mince around whenever he is one screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite obtuse fact from the movie, the hilarious bit where Longshanks throws his sons gay lover out of a window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Gibson asserted that the reason the king killed his son’s lover was because the king was a “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;psycopath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,”and he expressed bewilderment that some audience members would laugh at this murder&lt;/span&gt;" - From Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..wasnt meant to be funny. Ah Hollywood, you will never understand us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spur of the moment murder of a campy guy is ALWAYS funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with my second favourite quote from the movie (like all of them, from Longshanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The trouble with Scotland is that it's full of Scots." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-3866940170445107156?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3866940170445107156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=3866940170445107156' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3866940170445107156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3866940170445107156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/08/movies-vs-history.html' title='Movies vs History'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SJssKG1XOtI/AAAAAAAAACU/wxUTmorw9Iw/s72-c/William_Wallace.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-1990099760616893698</id><published>2008-07-28T16:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:17:53.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gleiwitz Incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation Himmler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazi Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><title type='text'>Gleiwitz Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SI3rnuBvH9I/AAAAAAAAACM/fWPUYhHo8X0/s1600-h/gleiwitz_tower1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SI3rnuBvH9I/AAAAAAAAACM/fWPUYhHo8X0/s320/gleiwitz_tower1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228093810049753042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you are invading a country (ie, Iraq) you need a good reason (ie, WMDs) or people get pissed off at you (ie, France) and might respond negatively (ie, throw baguettes.) If you dont have a good reason, maybe you can just make one up (ie, that whole example I just gave) so you can do it for the real reasons you want to do it (ie, spreading freedom and love to godless arabs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt just a modern phenomenon, there are famous examples of this, my favourite of which is the Gleiwitz incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, before Germany invaded Poland they were worried this might make them look like total dicks and bring down the furious wrath of the English and others upon them. So they decided to make it look like they had cause. Diplomatically they call this "he totally started it miss, he took my ball".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was part of what was called Operation Himmler, points for guessing who was behind that one, basically they put out a lot of fake propaganda and torched some German homes in a disputed area with Poland (the Polish corridor) to make it look like they were being oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the master stroke of the whole plan was at Gleiwitz, a german radio station, a number of German operatives seized it.. impersonating Poles, broadcast a message to supposed Pole insurgents and a general call to arms against Germany (the actual message is lost, we just have the leader of the op's summary of it, which was basically them saying "fuck germany" a lot in Polish) and ... to make it all that more convincing... they arrested a German dissident, who was known to roll with the poles, killed him (lethal injection) and shot up his body, so he could be one of villains killed during the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I shall give a propaganda reason for starting the war; whether it is plausible or not. The victor will not be asked whether he told the truth."&lt;/span&gt; - Hitler, referring to Operation Himmler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Germany pretended to be all up in arms about this, outraged. They allowed very limited media access to the contrived scene and then pretended to be the victim. You know, like when you catch your girlfriend out lying and suddently she remembers you said she looked a bit fat in her jeans 2 months ago and suddenly you are sleeping on the couch.... err... anyway, I always liked this little bit of history because it shows that bizzare subterfuge takes place all the time. And Germans are crazy, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, nobody really bought this on the (soon to be) allied side and the war with Britain/France still happened when Germany invaded Poland and Germany didnt really change the international image of the war significantly, but still, points for trying guys. If the Germans had won WW2, we would probably be learning about how the Polish incited the whole war in schools RIGHT NOW. Well, those of us still in schools, and if it was time for school and we had a history lesson. Y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"On or about August 10, 1939, the chief of the SD, Heydrich, personally ordered me to simulate an attack on the radio station near Gleiwitz near the Polish border and to make it appear the attacking force consisted of Poles. Heydrich said: "Practical proof is needed for for these attacks on the Poles for the foreign press as well as for German propaganda."&lt;/span&gt; - Alfred Naujocks, statement made at Nuremburg Trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other nice details, the murdered fake dissident was only captured the day before by Gestapo, they had a number of other potential candidates for the spot prepared at Dachau with usual German efficiency. The candidates for murdering were referred to by the code word "Konserve" which is German for canned goods. Nazis are a bit cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was also largely undermined by the fact the German "defensive" response against Poland was so clearly well planned and of such a massive scale it must have taken months to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will leave you with the words of Adolph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my talks with Polish statesmen I discussed the ideas which you recognize from my last speech to the Reichstag. No one could say that this was in any way an inadmissible procedure on undue pressure. I then naturally formulated at last the German proposals, and I must once more repeat that there is nothing more modest or loyal than these proposals. I should like to say this to the world. I alone was in the position to make such proposal, for I know very well that in doing so I brought myself into opposition to millions of Germans. These proposals have been refused. Not only were they answered first with mobilization, but with increased terror and pressure against our German compatriots and with a slow strangling of the Free City of Danzig - economically, politically, and in recent weeks by military and transport means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poland has directed its attacks against the Free City of Danzig. Moreover, Poland was not prepared to settle the Corridor question in a reasonable way which would be equitable to both parties, and she did not think of keeping her obligations to minorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must here state something definitely; German has kept these obligations; the minorities who live in Germany are not persecuted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reichstag Address, September 1st 1939.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germans, efficient, masters of subterfuge and media manipulation and total liars. Got to love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-1990099760616893698?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1990099760616893698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=1990099760616893698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/1990099760616893698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/1990099760616893698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/07/gleiwitz-incident.html' title='Gleiwitz Incident'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SI3rnuBvH9I/AAAAAAAAACM/fWPUYhHo8X0/s72-c/gleiwitz_tower1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-9002093722912665364</id><published>2008-07-19T17:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:27:08.098+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O.k Corral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doc Holliday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyatt Earp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tombstone'/><title type='text'>Tombstone - Fact or Fiction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SIIT0qd1vTI/AAAAAAAAACE/lyXjWf2BfSM/s1600-h/Wyatt_Earp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SIIT0qd1vTI/AAAAAAAAACE/lyXjWf2BfSM/s320/Wyatt_Earp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224760313176767794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many great western movies, but the greatest is Tombstone. Oh I know John Wayne movies beautifully illustrate the idea of the old west values against modernism, that Leones pulp flicks are better montages of violence and glorified conflict and there are numerous classics you might think are better... but you'd be wrong, because nobody in that movie is wearing a fake moustache, beating on a guy for hitting a horse or have Doc Holliday played by Val Kilmer quipping wittily before shooting guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one problem with this movie. No, wait two problems. Firstly the movie sort of implies its vaguely historical, starting with a "setting the scene historically" with black and white footage and everything and ending on "and heres what happened after the events of the movie" text. When the movie is absurdly, absurdly fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is that romance with the actress, talk about gay. Live on room service, blegh. BLEGHHHH. Why must you gay up my mass-murder-with-quips movies, hollywood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know you are desperate to know how the movie differs from reality, so i'm going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Earp as a noble hero and man's man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt in the movie is a man of honour, he was a respected lawman (everyone is trying to get him to be sherrif) and though he is now out of the game, he eventually cant ignore the ill deeds of "the cowboys" and has to back his brothers, bringing justice back to Tombstone. By shooting loads and loads of people, incidentally I believe he brings hell with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gets by purely on his intimidating presence and general character as a fearless, son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, Wyatt was a bit wet at times. After his first drink of whiskey, he abstained for 20 years, because it made him ill. Not exactly manly stuff. Though he was a fan of gambling and boxing. Its unclear if he ever travelled with Hell, but it cant be ruled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did serve as a lawman, but he was repeatedly accused of theft, racketeering and horse theft among other things. His guilt in these matters isnt clear, but the repeated charges are a bit suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earp's biography made a lot of claims about arrests he made, famous people he met and places he was. A lot of which just cant be true according to things like facts. It also paves over the petty crimes he was accused of, doesnt mention his fine for running and being present in a whore house (with his brother Virgil, also in the movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a fine for slapping a prostitute noted for being especially masculine in Dodge. Which just sounds hilarious to me. Anyway, he also made repeated claims to kill people in gun fights he probably didnt, along with lots of other suspect stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie seems to just take Wyatt's bio as its source of information, which would be fine only it seems to be a whole bunch of lies. He probably had a chapter on where he invented the rifle, shot a guy with it and then improved it all in one duel. And he no doubt can jump buildings in a single bound and once shot a guy just using his mind. Or maybe just his MOUSTACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The fall out with the cowboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, the cowboys are a bunch of evil evil people. They go around shooting up people on their wedding days, then the priests, then presumably the children and small puppies. They are bad. The Earps fall against them due to them being honourable men who cant stand for this sort of evil, damn it man, this town needs some law and order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it. So run you cur. And tell the other curs the law is coming. You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me! &lt;/span&gt;- Wyatt Earp, in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tombstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Curly Bill, the leader of the cowboys shoots dead the sherrif of the town all hopped up on drugs, which the Earps sort out and are later disgusted to see him get off with the crime. Eventually Virgil institutes a minor offence of carrying weapons, which some of the cowboys disobey, leading to the showdown at the O.K Coral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually the Earps initially fell out over some stolen mules. Yeah, they left that out of the movie because a bunch of mule thiefs probably doesnt have the same emotional impact. Then the cowboys committed a bunch of robberies and stuff, which Virgil as lawman had to sort out, there was a long drawn out dispute which ended with the O.K Corral showdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the movie got the O.K Corral part pretty much right, Doc and Wyatt were deputised, the fight happened in pretty much that fashion (including Ike being allowed to pass as he was unarmed.) Of course the movie glosses over the accusations they shot an unarmed man and their two trials for that, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Love Conquers All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt in the movie falls in love with the "free spirit" Josie Marcus, which was ok because his wife was a filthy, filthy junkie who was unwilling to live on room service. Yeah, thats pretty much the justification given in the movie for leaving her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, its unclear wether his wife (who was a former prostitute) was ever a laudanum addict, just that after Wyatt left her to fend her herself she did end up killing herself with the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not stellar hero stuff, really, the old "wife killed yourself after you left her" aspect, so sort of ignored in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The duel between Ringo and Doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends with the two perfect shots, dead inside, monsters... Doc and Johnny Ringo, ending it in a duel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isnt actually how Johnny Ringo died. A wife of Wyatt Earp claim long, long after the event that Wyatt and Doc did kill Ringo, but in a much less dramatic way, with the fatal shot coming from a distance from Wyatt with a rifle. But that isnt really accepted, no one really knows how he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny may be the monster of the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doc&lt;/span&gt; - "A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of himself. And he can never steal enough, or kill enough, or cause enough pain to fill it up. And so he walks the earth, forever seeking retribution..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wyatt&lt;/span&gt; - "For what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Doc &lt;/span&gt;- "...Being born"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tombstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But in actuality he was just your run of the mill mean tempered gunslinger type. He is remembered now as a monster because he ran into the self styled heroes The Earps, and is often cast as the villain. Though he apparently did once shoot a guy for getting him a beer instead of a whiskey, but thats just cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie portrays the Earps as heroes, the cowboys as moustache twirling villains and makes general events a bit more dramatic. Not really a major sin, they add a murder here and take away a gross act of indecency here, who really minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got the most important thing right, Doc Holliday was one hardcore, pasty killing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cousin story might be true as well, you know, which is just hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, my analysis is "ahhh it doesnt really matter, Doc Holliday was awesome though, eh" but YOU'VE READ IT NOW, YOU CANT ESCAPE MY NON COMMITAL CONCLUSION! RUE MY INDECISIVE SUMMARIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real quotes and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"There was something very peculiar about Doc. He was gentlemanly, a good dentist, a friendly man and yet, outside of us boys, I don't think he had a friend in the Territory. Tales were told that he had murdered men in different parts of the country; that he had robbed and committed all manner of crimes, and yet, when persons were asked how they knew it, they could only admit it was hearsay, and that nothing of the kind could really be traced to Doc's account. He was a slender, sickly fellow, but whenever a stage was robbed or a row started, and help was needed, Doc was one of the first to saddle his horse and report for duty."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Virgil Earp&lt;/span&gt;, Arizona Daily Star 30/5/1882&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I coughed that out with my lungs, years ago."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Holliday's&lt;/span&gt; purported answer to a question on if his crimes ever affected his conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc was a dentist whom necessity had made a gambler; a gentleman whom disease had made a frontier vagabond; a philosopher whom life had made a caustic wit; a long lean ash-blond fellow nearly dead with consumption, and at the same time the most skillful gambler and the nerviest, speediest, deadliest man with a gun that I ever knew."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wyatt&lt;/span&gt; on Doc Holliday, article in 1896&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-9002093722912665364?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/9002093722912665364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=9002093722912665364' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/9002093722912665364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/9002093722912665364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/07/tombstone-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Tombstone - Fact or Fiction?'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SIIT0qd1vTI/AAAAAAAAACE/lyXjWf2BfSM/s72-c/Wyatt_Earp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-73728205519312983</id><published>2008-07-08T14:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T02:49:02.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sextastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napoleonics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duke Of Wellington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napoleon'/><title type='text'>Duke of Wellington - The Wonder Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SHNt2Bklm-I/AAAAAAAAABs/WQMtuIjb7ZE/s1600-h/duke-wellington-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SHNt2Bklm-I/AAAAAAAAABs/WQMtuIjb7ZE/s320/duke-wellington-600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220637167954795490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1789 France had been involved in a revolution, what we now refer to as "The French Revolution" which shows a shocking lack of naming fun in my book when we could be calling it "dawn of the decimals" or "rise of the frogs" but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, quite a few good things came out of the revolution, scientific reasoning applied to society actually helped. The Napoleonic code is a great legal/political system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellesley was sent to Portugal, Britains oldest alley and at the forefront of the action. He reminded his superiors of the importance of Portugal, its terrain making it eminently defendable against aggression and its location tactically awesome for naval combat. Unaware presumably that one day Portugal would spawn Christiano Ronaldo and that in anything it deserved this fate... It was when the war took the offensive that nosey started to shine the most however, in an invasion of the French held Porto. From there he linked up with the Spanish army and met Marshal Victor in combat, giving him a damn good thrashing at the battle of Talavera. You will be familiar with that one because that is where Sharpe took a golden eagle from the french, which may be from a tv show but just as valid historically in my book, because Sharpe is awesome. The elites back home were definitely pleased with that (the victory, not the Sharpe thing) and enobled him Viscount Wellington of Talavera and of Wellington. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In modern armies the best you can hope for is a medal or maybe an OBE one day, in those days they were dashing out viscounties and lordships to any man who could take 30,00 men through a French line against the odds, hold an infantry division as its approached by a column and send the old cavalry in a pincer movement and send the enemy running. Now you just bribe the labour party with supposed loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the war took a turn for the worse, France pitched an invasion of Portugal and the general consensus was "fuck it, they are going to win". But "fuck it they are going to win" isnt in Wellingtons vocabulary, the individual words are obviously since its quite hard to get through a conversation with saying "to" or "it" but as a sentence, meaningless. He was pulling out secret earthworks to make defensive lines, attacking the French on the hop and eventually sent them scurrying back into Spain leaving only a force in Almeda, which was promptly put under siege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the phrase "put under siege" by the way. Its also my preferred euphemism for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n 1812, Wellington finally captured Ciudad Rodrigo, catching the French on the bounce heading back to winter quarters. This was followed by the storming of Badajoz where he apparently broke his composure, the only time he was ever known to do so, nearly weeping at the sight of all the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, crying is a bit girly, but when you've liberated spain from Napoleon you will be fit to judge the man. Anyway, war continues, the mans slaughtering french all over the place... he gets bumped up to Earl and then even Marquiss, my favourite title personally, and he is rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of Salamanca, the French made a little mistake in their positioning, he set up his entire strategy on taking advantage of this and giving them a damn good routing. A record victory over a 50k strong force. Salamanca he broke the spanish lines, and got made Field Marshal for it, thats military terms for "big daddy" of a war. It was witnessing his own men break ranks to attack baggage carts for loot that led to his much quoted remarks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"We have in the service the scum of the earth as common soldiers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remark said in an emotional private letter, but given the recruitment of the time not entirely untrue. He was a man who cared for the soldiers, but he knew that unleashed they could be monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waged war through Spain. His tactical genius came to the front, the only man who could match (and better) Napoleon in that regard. He knew the importance of keeping Spain onside while waging war there, which allowed him to gain the aid and scouting of partisans and bring on side anti-french sentimented parties who had nothing to say for the English. He kept a tight reign on the men, flogging and hangings for those who thought being the army was free reign to rape and murder everytime they took a city. Much like english tourists today in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war went well, the Peninisular War was a victory and Napoleon having failed abdicated, defeated. Wellington returned home, where he was given the title we know him by now, Duke. Hailed as the conquering hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Napoleon, much like the villain in any decent cartoon, always has a secret tunnel or escape hatch. He came back from Elba, retook France and began the final stage of what would be known as the Napoleonic wars, culimating in a battle in a place called Waterloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Waterloo is one of the most examined battles in history, the French were outnumbered but always dangerous and to be fair, on a sheer numbers sheet, you could call it more a German victory than an English one... especially given the importance of the Prussians in waylaying a large chunk of the force meant for the main battle on the flank. But It was Wellingtons final hour, he dictated a beautiful final battle against one of the greatest military leaders their ever was and gave old boney a damn good thrashing and his final defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this famous poem from the time, which I think describes the battle better than any boring blow by blow tactical account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My my, at waterloo napoleon did surrender&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way&lt;br /&gt;The history book on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Is always repeating itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight&lt;br /&gt;And how could I ever refuse&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I win when I lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I ever refuse&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I win when I lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - couldn’t escape if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, those classic poems are so much more beautiful than the trash they come up with these days. Lets see Carol Anne Duffy come up with something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosey went onto politics after his military days, and to be a right wing PM of some success. His politics are a little stodgy by modern standards and he wasnt entirely suited to politics but he served well enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great man, an awesome Brit and one hard mofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN WELLINGTON FACT - The title "Iron Duke" actually came from his policy of having iron shutters at his house during his politics day, to prevent window breaking from upstart proles, not from his military days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN WELLINGTON IMAGINARY FACT - He was made almost entirely of Jelly. Making his military victories all the more impressive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-73728205519312983?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/73728205519312983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=73728205519312983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/73728205519312983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/73728205519312983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/07/duke-of-wellington-wonder-years.html' title='Duke of Wellington - The Wonder Years'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SHNt2Bklm-I/AAAAAAAAABs/WQMtuIjb7ZE/s72-c/duke-wellington-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-812599881704151945</id><published>2008-06-30T17:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:44:50.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duke of Wellington - The Early Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGkXHhOgE0I/AAAAAAAAABk/zbZAPIY8Q2E/s1600-h/Battle_of_Assaye.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGkXHhOgE0I/AAAAAAAAABk/zbZAPIY8Q2E/s320/Battle_of_Assaye.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217727061231145794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iron Duke, old nosey, or as the spanish named him "The Eagle". One of the undeniable greatest generals of all time and not a terrible Prime Minister, Field Marshal Arthur Wellesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Duke was born in Ireland. To one of the english aristocratic families who owned all the land over there back then, there is a famous quote he supposedly used when questioned on "being irish" which went;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;If a gentleman happens to be born in a stable, it does not follow that he should be called a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the earliest source of that quote is attributed to someone else speaking about him, so if it took place at all he was probably quoting someone else. Its still a pretty awesome quote though and I had to work it in somewhere. Horse. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Nosey was an average student and a middle son and not supposed to have any great destiny. His mother referred to him as listless and a worry, but when he attended the French Royal Academy his academic skills finally come to the front. And he picked up horse riding and French, something that would come to be of use later when he spent his time riding around killing the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well-ing-ton&lt;br /&gt;Well-ing-ton&lt;br /&gt;6 foot 20, &lt;br /&gt;weighed a fucking ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Totally a real poem about the Duke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He signed up to the army, as Ensign, the lowest commissioned rank for a gentlemen and was bumped up to Lieutenant by the end of the year. He was stationed in his native Ireland, mostly training, attending balls and giving advice and so forth. Nothing terribly exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did fall in love with Kitty Pakenham, eventually decided to make the appropriate approach to engagement. Which meant attaining the families permission, because back then in the good old days women were pretty much commodities. Her brother denied his request, thinking he had little prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of rage he burnt all his violins. No really, he burnt all his violins. He was an aspiring musician apparently, so that wasnt as random and emo as it seemed, and decided to dedicate his life to military glory. I like to picture him, sitting by his bonfire of classical musical instruments, glass of wine in his hand, cold daggers in his heart and steely look in his eyes... damning the world. If they ever make a modern biopic of Nosey that scene better be in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought his way up the ranks a bit, which was how it was done back then. If you wanted to see action you paid for it most of the time. He got his first call to action, Flanders, an unsuccessful campaign to invade France. Thats right, sometimes they dont just surrender and get started buffing your shoes ten minutes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt exactly steeped in glory, he got a bit ill and didnt distinguish himself greatly, though he rose in the ranks a little to command a brigade. He learnt a few valuable lessons, the importance of maintaining a steady rate of fire and holding the line, how naval support can change a battle and so on. It was the start of his own personal style and what ended up making him a great general, his keen understanding of defensive lines. That and realising the men are "the very scum of the earth" and keeping them flogged and hung to keep them in line. Old school militarism, try that these days and they would be on the phone to the union in a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least I learned what not to do, and that is always a valuable lesson." &lt;/span&gt; - On the Netherlands campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was given a chance to go into politics more seriously, which he turned down to set sail to Calcutta. It was in India he started to show his promise better, he worked carefully on logistic preparation for his battles. Showed a keen understanding of terrain, an idea a lot of officers of the time didnt fully grasp/use and his most important feature, he understood the importance of discipline in the troops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on to Seringapatam, other parts of Asia, generally killing and conquering his way as he went. In a dignified English sort of way, obviously. As governor of Seringapatam he was forced to hunt down and kill a mercenary king called Dhundia, but like a gentlemen, made provisions for his orphaned children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, he will kill you, but your kids will learn to read and eat well. That is how he rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he went on to be a major commander in the Maratha war. Basically being instrumental in bringing the country to its knees, but taking his heaviest losses to date... over 1,500 in one battle. While the battle was a victory, this had a profound effect on the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should not like to see again such loss as I sustained on the 23rd September, even if attended by such gain" &lt;/span&gt; - On the Battle of Assaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellesley went back to England. A general, fairly rich and made a knight of Bath. His violin burning emo days behind him, the Pakenhams were soon on the... messenger or whatever they used before phones... pointing out if he still wanted to marry Kitty, that would be fine now. Probably dusting his jacket when he came round and constantly offering to get him stuff, man was going places. And he did, marry her that is as well as go places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some minor military expeditions and further forays into politics, the Peninsular war came. The French revolution had come under the control of Napoleon Bonaparte, one of the greatest military leaders of all time despite being short, and dude had plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its hard to believe France was actually the bad asses of the world once. But really, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only one man stood in Boney's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually quite a few people stood in his way, you know, but it would be Wellington who was key to defeating France and Napoleon, garnering Spanish and Portuguese support and dragging his "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scum of the Earth"&lt;/span&gt; English soldiers to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, it would be around this time he commissioned one of the more forgotten heros of the Napoleonics. The working class hero who took nothing from no one and pulled himself up for the ranks. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Sharpe_(fictional_character)"&gt;Richard Sharpe&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-812599881704151945?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/812599881704151945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=812599881704151945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/812599881704151945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/812599881704151945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/duke-of-wellington-early-years.html' title='Duke of Wellington - The Early Years'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGkXHhOgE0I/AAAAAAAAABk/zbZAPIY8Q2E/s72-c/Battle_of_Assaye.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-3098397208459388373</id><published>2008-06-27T22:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:08:58.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart Of Gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th Century'/><title type='text'>Heart of Oak</title><content type='html'>More on our "obscure old fashioned songs I like" section, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heart of Oak&lt;/span&gt;. Its an 18th century "marching to battle" sort of song, which is still sung today apparently. But only in the navy, presumably, since singing hearty war shanties tends to give away your position to islamic extremists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was originally an opera, apparently, so a lot of words had to be filled in by soldiers themselves to get this version. Apparently I have completely misjudged soldiers as none of the verses feature "raping hot chicks in places you just conquered" or "this one time i totally shot this dude and it was awesome" and are quite in keeping with the general theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Come cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add something more to this wonderful year;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who are so free as the sons of the waves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always are ready, steady, boys, steady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never see us but they wish us away;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They frighten our women, our children, and beaus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drub 'em on shore, as we've drubb'd 'em at sea;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then cheer up, my lads! with one heart let us sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen and Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it man, who is as free as the sons of the waves? No one, my friend, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Canada has its own version, adopted from the British. I dont know how that works exactly, since I am pretty sure they are not sons of the waves at all. Maybe they substitute "snow" or "mooses" or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-3098397208459388373?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3098397208459388373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=3098397208459388373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3098397208459388373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3098397208459388373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-of-oak.html' title='Heart of Oak'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-8754980891144842055</id><published>2008-06-25T23:43:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:44:41.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fascism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mussolini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Facts'/><title type='text'>Benito Mussolini - The Early Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGUG4T57OnI/AAAAAAAAABc/-2eZt2fgMjc/s1600-h/Mussolini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGUG4T57OnI/AAAAAAAAABc/-2eZt2fgMjc/s320/Mussolini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216583307864259186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benito Mussolini. An often forgotten man, despite inventing the whole 20th century dictatorship fad and rocking Italy with his insane, often made up, crazy nationalist policies. Sadly, he will always be remembered as the "Pinky" to Hitler's "Brain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussolini was a modest working class lad, with an activist father (who was also a blacksmith, the manliest profession) and a catholic mother. He was sent to a Catholic school run by monks, where he acted out a lot... his trangressions included throwing rocks at people leaving the church after mass, stabbing a fellow student and throwing an inkpot at a teacher. As well as the usual fighting and rough housing, basically he would fit into the modern British school system perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUN FASCISM FACT - Mussolini's economic policy was "corporatism" his "third way". A bold new idea where the corporations, workers and government sit around a table and settle everything. Interesting, mostly in the sense that it was madness, it was never really used properly. Businesses with any sway did what they wanted, the rest did what the Fascists wanted. But people couldnt complain, because they got to go to the meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did change schools to a non-catholic one and did better, qualifying as a school master. I think that just means a teacher, only you get to cane people and pretend you are a Dr Who villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUN FASCISM FACT - One of Mussolini's ten principals of Fascism included "Mussolini is always right", Italians didnt feel the need to hide behind complex party rhetoric like the Germans, just do what I say bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Switzerland for a while, was a general vagrant for a while (you notice evil dictators are always vagrants for a while first, possible solution to future holocausts... kill all vagrants) and eventually get deported back to Italy and forced into military service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed his fathers footsteps into political extremism and even wrote a novel. Unlike Hitler's crazy ranting about boxing and living space, this isnt well read, mostly because it was totally dull. Just politics and general musing about Italy, like a real book on politics, only worse. He was the editor of a socialist newspaper (like an Italian socialist worker or the Guardian) so was being a general lefty. Which was the thing back then. Communism actually seemed a valid move back then, not just something students in berets like to moan on about despite being rich little middle class brats. And seriously, berets? Grow up, Chris from my college politics class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fun Fascism Fact - Mussolini was the only person to sucessfully crush the Mafia in Sicily or at least mildly disrupt it. Admittedly, his method was essentially arrest everyone who was male and able to walk on the Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WW1 came. Mussolini was called up, had an unblemished but not terribly exciting tour. He was possibly kept from advancing much due to his pinko leanings. He was sick a bunch and eventually caught 40 shards from a mortar bomb. Which sounds pretty terrible, but back in WW1 all the other guys in the hospital would have been "in the hospital, for 40 shards? I got shot by an entire German batallion and you dont hear me complaining and lying around" because, well, it was pretty horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back from the war, he had an exciting new concept. Socialism had failed, he thought, what we need is a new philisophy. One that shows the strength of socialism and its direct rule, but with a new approach to economics and property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up with something he called Fascismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FASCISM FACT - One of the minor parties wrapped up into the Fascists wake was the futurists. Dont remember them? They were the guys who wanted to build aluminium trains and ban pasta. Not every revolutionary party is a winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the polar opposite to socialism in many ways, it was formed from war vets and the idea of nationalism. It appealed to the establishment, it wasnt a "subersive pinko" party planning the downfall of the state and secret communist take over from Russia, it was all about Italy. They said so, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still held socialist economic ideas, minimum wage, supporting the unions. And more crazy socialist ideas, like votes for women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FASCISM FACT - Mussolini really did leave the light on in his office to give the impression he was "at work all night" for the good of Italy. Im not sure who this reflects the most poorly on, him or the people of Italy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made constant references to Rome and former Italian glory. It was a party of revolution to the working classes and tradition to the bourgeois, at a rought time it promised people a new economic model (it wasnt clear WHAT that was exactly, but they had a lot of promises.) They sold people on the idea of fascism, that it was bold, new... exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussolini established his "blackshirt" army, war vets and eager youths, who went out on to the streets and had them "breaking up" and generally breaking communists, anarchists and the like. They were providing law and order, some thought, and popularity of the party grew. Hitler would garner his early support in the exact same way, the rough hand keeping the cities safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1921 the party had grew to the extent in could establish itself as a "National Fascist Party" in Rome and Mussolini himself was elected to the chamber of deputies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FUN FASCISM FACT - Under Fascism Italy won 2 world cups and had a heavyweight boxing world champion... back when the title meant something. Im not saying Fascism gives you sporting success, but come on, I know who I am voting for next election if we dont at least make it to a semi final next run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several failed attempts to form government, from the various coalitions of left wing parties and right wing parties, happened. Eventually the Church's unofficial party decided to step down entirely. This left a big gap in the right wing side, the government was essentially going to be left wing... the King stepped in and decided to offer power to the fascists. Better the slightly weird right wingers than those damn dirty socialists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good call, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascism was afoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FINAL FUN FASCISM FACT - You could make a reasonable argument that by abandoning their part in the political process, the Catholic Church led directly to the rise of Fascism, and therefore Hitler's similar acheivement. So really, when you get down to it, the holocaust. Its best not to argue this in Church though, because everyone is all "quiten down, we are trying to listen to the sermon" and you get thrown out before the free wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-8754980891144842055?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8754980891144842055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=8754980891144842055' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/8754980891144842055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/8754980891144842055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/benito-mussolini-early-years.html' title='Benito Mussolini - The Early Years'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGUG4T57OnI/AAAAAAAAABc/-2eZt2fgMjc/s72-c/Mussolini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-7204516531028743145</id><published>2008-06-25T20:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:22:04.248+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pope Benedict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coat of Arms'/><title type='text'>Papal Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGKXNVdYVlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fgkCBFrPx3c/s1600-h/PapalArms.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGKXNVdYVlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fgkCBFrPx3c/s320/PapalArms.svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215897573802923602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official arms of Pope Benedict XVI. I was just surfing random coats of arms, as you do, I just liked this one. Every Pope gets a coat of arms and gets to pick his own. Its one of the perks, along with free hats and 5 free murders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scallop shell represents a story about Saint Augustine that goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A boy was using a shell to pour seawater into a little hole. When Augustine asked him what he was doing, he replied, "I am emptying the sea into this hole." Thus did Augustine understand that man would never penetrate to the depths of the mystery of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure I would get that from that reply, i'd probably just think "stupid kid" but I am not Saint Augustine. The shell also means Baptism and Pilgrim as well, apparently. I am not totally down on my Catholic image recognition, but I now know its shell = pilgrim, cross = jesus dying and monkey slipping on a banana = hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black dude is a "moor's head" a symbol of where he is from. Nobody knows why its a symbol of Freising in Germany, it just is. Random black guys just sum that town up, apparently. That is how they roll, in a Moorish fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear sadly does not represent a time he once totally killed a bear using just his hat... but an equally cool story;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A legend states that while traveling to Rome, Saint Corbinian's pack horse was killed by a bear. He commanded the bear to carry the load. Once he arrived, he released it from his service, and it returned to Bavaria. The implication is that "Christianity tamed and domesticated the ferocity of paganism and thus laid the foundations for a great civilization in the Duchy of Bavaria." At the same time, Corbinian's bear, as God's beast of burden, symbolizes the weight of office that Benedict now carries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the superpower of commandeering random bears into your service. I bet the dude was knee deep in bear butlers and bear waiters. And you havent really lived till you've made a bear cook you dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume the whole colour scheme represents a general lack of style and taste typical to Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my coat of arms review in full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-7204516531028743145?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7204516531028743145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=7204516531028743145' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/7204516531028743145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/7204516531028743145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/official-arms-of-pope-benedict-xvi.html' title='Papal Arms'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SGKXNVdYVlI/AAAAAAAAABU/fgkCBFrPx3c/s72-c/PapalArms.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-7559576572097423317</id><published>2008-06-18T19:45:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:33:21.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agincourt'/><title type='text'>Agincourt Addendum</title><content type='html'>15th century carol about the battle. Back when folk music was cool and not just for beardos and middle aged virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owre Kynge went forth to Normandy &lt;br /&gt;With grace and myght of chyvalry &lt;br /&gt;Ther God for hym wrought mervelusly; &lt;br /&gt;Wherefore Englonde may call and cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Deo gratias: &lt;br /&gt;Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sette sege, forsothe to say, &lt;br /&gt;To Harflu towne with ryal aray; &lt;br /&gt;That toune he wan and made afray &lt;br /&gt;That Fraunce shal rewe tyl domesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went hym forth, owre king comely, &lt;br /&gt;In Agincourt feld he faught manly; &lt;br /&gt;Throw grace of God most marvelsuly, &lt;br /&gt;He had both feld and victory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther lordys, erles and barone &lt;br /&gt;Were slayne and taken and that full soon, &lt;br /&gt;Ans summe were broght into Lundone &lt;br /&gt;With joye and blisse and gret renone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God he keep owre kynge, &lt;br /&gt;His peple, and alle his well-wyllynge, &lt;br /&gt;And give them grace wythoute endyng; &lt;br /&gt;Then may we call and savely syng:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Chorus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty sure you sing it to the tune of "Mighty Mouse".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-7559576572097423317?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7559576572097423317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=7559576572097423317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/7559576572097423317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/7559576572097423317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/agincourt-ammendum.html' title='Agincourt Addendum'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-272500826507239883</id><published>2008-06-17T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T19:34:45.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agincourt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inept Wars'/><title type='text'>Most tragically Inept Wars (Battle Edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SFgBxjyTQ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/yJTIrbGBK1g/s1600-h/battle-agincourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SFgBxjyTQ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/yJTIrbGBK1g/s320/battle-agincourt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212918519612785554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agincourt. Probably the most famous battle in English history, not because of its significance (which it was) or its political/historical ramifications (lots of those, actually) but because we killed a lot of the French and lost very few of our own troops. Its what a military historian would refer to as a "right proper roasting of the frenchies" then he'd laugh and spill his pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was technically part of the Hundred Years war, which was less a war and more England and France fighting each other over bits of France for a very long time before the English went home and France declared victory. France often declares victory when people stop invading them, that is probably the origin of the French word victory and our usage of it for actually winning battles is inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry V was in charge of the English at the time, literally in charge and present at the battle, this was back when being King meant being around at the battles and giving rousing speeches to your men. Admittedly, giving rousing speeches to the nobles you have appointed to be in charge of your men, but that marching up and down the lines and shouting freedom stuff from Braveheart wouldnt actually work in real battles because thousands of people cant hear all that, especially when you are riding up and down the lines, even if you are at the front you are only catching parts of the speech. You will know Henry V, he is the second most famous Henry despite having the best Shakespeare plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And gentlemen in England now-a-bed&lt;br /&gt;Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,&lt;br /&gt;And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks&lt;br /&gt;That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some French noble was in charge of the French since Charles VI of france was a bit poorly at the time. He was Charles d'Albret. I dont know anything about him apart from him he had trouble reigning in the nobles he was supposed to be commanding and blamed them for his loss. So I will make him up a backstory, he was an avid stamp collector and ... lets say he had a girlfriend, called Jean. They got married in a stamp themed wedding, she dressed as the penny black. I will edit wikipedia to make that true later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Henry was invading France for various reasons. Mostly he wanted bits of France, that he considered his, this was a good enough reason to invade places back then. The French werent having this, because they used to actually put up a bit of a fight when they were invaded back then. And they were doing quite well. Henry was trying to get back to (English) Calais and the French were about to do them in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially the English had been marching 3 weeks, were battle weary on top of that, the weather was piss poor and they were generally not happy. They got caught out by a larger French force designed to finish them off. There was a little negotiation and the French initially refused to fight, basically hoping to make their massive force even bigger with expected reinforcements so as to make it more of a whitewash. Henry, being no fool, pushed the issue and knew his best chance was to fight his way through to Calais and hope for the best. But he still had to fight defensively, his force being largely bowmen, so he took a calculated risk and moved his defensive line forward to push the French into attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English were pretty sure they were done for. Accounts we have consist of lots of talk of people talking about imminent death and trying to cleanse their souls for the judgement day they were about to face. According to French accounts, Henry gave a speech to his nobles reassuring them they would be most likely captured not killed by the French (since the ransoming of nobles was a common practice back then and a way to fund further battles) but reminded the common soldiers no one would be capturing them so to be sure to fight for their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it started. The battleground was a narrow strip of land between two woods (that of Agincourt and Tramecourt.) There is a whole field of history dedicated to working out how battles are fought, its very complex and involved gauging common battle strategies, logical strategies and then assimilating them with all accounts of a battle to garner how it was most likely waged. Basically, guessing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can imagine, having 900 or so soldiers and 5,000 bowmen, Henry set up some sort of defensive line of soldiers and held his bowmen behind/around them. And would lay his forces from one side of the field to the other, so he couldnt be flanked. And helpfully forcing an attacking force into narrowing his force to actually strike at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France had knights, cavalry, general soldiers and crossbow men. How big their force was isnt entirely clearly, conventional wisdom is around 36,000. But there is some lack of clarity on who went home when and how many reinforcements they actually received. But few (sane) historians put them at anything less than 3 times the size of the English force, most at 6 times the size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France's best hope for quick decisive victory was an early Cavalry charge, breaking the line and then easy to kill the bowmen, who wouldnt be much of a match for mounted men. They didnt do this. By the time they had got a charge going, the bowmen were all in place and let rip. The horses not being armoured on the body didnt take kindly to arrows being shoved in them, lots of them just fled, ripping open the French lines and trampling people to death on their way to safety. Even horses dont like the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French soldiers started to move in. The problem with being heavily armoured soldiers is you are wearing really heavy armour. You slog your way down the battlefield, you are getting pelted with arrows and when you reach the enemy line you are knee deep in mud, so closely packed in due to your bigger numbers you have difficulty actually weilding your weapons... and the bowmen, who dont wear armour and have handy weapons like hatchets, can generally cut you up before you can raise a sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everything went wrong for the French. Knights drown in their armour due to the rain, there are even reports of guys being struck by lightning. If true, it would be pretty awesome to think even God was on Englands side in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One of the best anecdotes of the battle involves Humphrey, Duke of Gloucester, Henry V's youngest brother. According to the story, Henry, upon hearing that his brother had been wounded in the abdomen, took his household guard and cut a path through the French, standing over his brother and beating back waves of soldiers until Humphrey could be dragged to safety."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only successful French manoeuver in the whole battle was the attack of the baggage train. Unprotected, they managed to slaughter the paige boys defending the kings personal possessions. Thats right, the only saving grace for the French was they killed a bunch of kids to steal the Kings underwear and engraved pipe. Taking a thousand strong force to do it. Score, guys, score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French really went wrong in a few ways. They had no unified command, the nobles each controlling their divisions individually and so without thought to an organised strategy. Reports suggest they ignored the bowmen to attack English nobles, thinking of ransom money and not the practicalities of winning a battle. And obviously, by being French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle took most of the day, the French left the field in disgrace. The next day the casualties were counted up. Any surviving French on the field were killed (considered a merciful thing to do back then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common estimate puts the English losses at 450. At least 112 died in the battle, so that doesnt seem that inaccurate. Its nearly impossible to guess the French losses at anything but "thousands". Thousands, people, thousands. This is one of the biggest white washes in military history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt from this battle? If you outnumber the English 6-1 and with heavier, better equipped forces... you better just surrender now, because that is nowhere near enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this Henry V went on to be recognised as the regent of France and given a princess to marry to make it solid. Those were the days, my friend, you take a few thousand people on holiday, kill enough guys and people give you their country and a princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry V, bad ass, star and princess collector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN HISTORICAL FACT - This is the battle cited by many as showing the superiority of the Long Bow. Odd, since the long bow is totally useless against armoured forces. The main advantage of the archers was their ability to join the melee so quickly and take advantage of the conditions and slow moving armoured forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN HISTORICAL FACT - Henry V was a total bad ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN HISTORICAL FACT - If it wasnt a freshly ploughed field and raining quite heavily, it would have went entirely the other way and quite quickly since the French could have used their armoured and mounted forces much easier. Further proof, God favours the English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-272500826507239883?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/272500826507239883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=272500826507239883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/272500826507239883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/272500826507239883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-tragically-inept-wars-battle.html' title='Most tragically Inept Wars (Battle Edition)'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SFgBxjyTQ5I/AAAAAAAAABM/yJTIrbGBK1g/s72-c/battle-agincourt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-1320450978004889393</id><published>2008-06-13T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:48:23.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quisling'/><title type='text'>Vidkun Quisling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SFHRuBIT9JI/AAAAAAAAABE/PnhmeDNwa0Y/s1600-h/quisling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SFHRuBIT9JI/AAAAAAAAABE/PnhmeDNwa0Y/s320/quisling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211176832351859858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about everyones favourite traitor Vidkun Quisling. I mean. sure, Americans all vote for Benedict Arnold in the polls but does anyone say "what an arnold?"... no my friend, they do not. And thats because he is no Quisling. And you can all say "Judas betrayed Jesus, he is totally a more awesome traitor" but Judas recanted my friends, do you want the number one traitor to be a guy who doesnt even have the reliability to keep up his treachery to the bitter end? That is a quitter, not a traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidkun is Norweigan, which you will all know already because he has a funny name. All Norweigans have funny names. He was born of some upper crust Norweigan family, the Quisling name was like Windsor or Kennedy or some famous family from where you are from. They were posh basically, they were probably related to people who famously died in wars or invented books or stuff. I dont really know, whatever Norweigans invented. His father was a pastor, so thats a good start and his mother was an academically respected genealogist. Im not entirely sure what that is, but she probably bred super monsters of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a soldier and went on to work in Russia during the hard years of early communism, helping with Fridtjof Nansen and his efforts. Nansen is the guy who invented the Nansen passport, which was pretty important for letting refugees get through borders and stop being forced to march out of countries until they died. So a pretty good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisling then went into politics and his heights in that field went up to serving as defence minister for the centre party. Its not really called that, its called something Norweigan but I cant remember everything, it was something norweigan and I dont have any books at work with me. It was basically a none ideological party that favoured decentralisation, which was ironic given Quislings future views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1933 Hitler had seized power and Fascist Italy had been running along smoothly (or so they presented themselves to the world) since '26. Quisling found the tenous ideology of fascism, especially as expanded upon by Hitler in his book and party broadcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, this wasnt that odd at the time. Fascism was feared and a cause for concern to many and the more savvy saw imminent danger, but there was also a school of thought that perhaps it was a politically viable move forward. This was an europe that was just coming out of the idea of absolute Monarchy, it wasnt a massive leap for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he decided, why not me? Im like Hitler, only not rocking the charlie chan look or having written a popular book or having any of his acheivements or force of personality, I will start my own party on his principals and people will elect me outright Fuhrer. Even if Hitler never managed that and had to circumvent his way in through parliament and then archchancellor'ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he did! He started his own fascist party in may of 33, the Nasjonal Samling (National Unity) one of main tenets of which was his own appointment as Forer (thats Norweigan for leader/fuhrer, but with a funny line through the O, but I dont know how to write those so you will have to imagine that bit) along the lines of the fuhrer prinzip... which was Hitlers tenous explanation for his system of government, a sort of supposed military structure to civilian posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt a big success. In the later 33 election the "vote me to rule you with an iron fist, I AM AWESOME" party got 2%. Mostly farmers (a parallel to Hitler who was big with farmers, damn you evil farmers, why are you so evil?)and some support from the Church, the former due to Quisling having some links with farming communities due to previous political work with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding that only having a few months to prepare for that election, it was time to build on that success and really throw pro-nazi and anti-semitism stuff into his party message, really give the people what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, people didnt want to hate jews or to side with a scary foreign power with a scary new government. Election results were worse this time. People lost interest and the party went on, but it became about 2 thousand hardcore members. Pretty much the guys really into hating jews and hanging pictures of Hitler on their wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisling didnt let this hold him back. As the war started, he visited Hitler and assured him repeatedly he could set up a pro fascism government and side with Germany in the war. Hitler wasnt even keen on the idea, possibly seeing that Quisling was about as dynamic and likely to succeed in his goals as a Sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Hitler's war plans did come to include Norway, with his usual shaky pretexts he invaded in April 9th 1940. Quisling seeing this as his chance had made arrangements (the extent of which arent clear, but apparently Hitler was willing to allow him to form government and have the pretense of power under fascist ideas.) The key being the capturing of King Haakon the Awesome so he could pass power to this new government and maintain a sense of stability to avoid outright rebellion and a messy time consuming war for the Germans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisling though, in a brilliant move, couldnt keep his excitement down and broadcast to the nation that he was now forming a new government, under his control. He announced he was the new prime minister and ordered a stop to all resistance. One slight flaw in all that, he was not the new prime minister yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Haakon skipped the country and refused to empower him, as did the government empowered before he left, this totally undermined any chance he had of that happening and made him a bit of a joke since he could now not become prime minister legitmately. The Germans sighed at him a lot and gave him dirty, superior looks. Saying "Its always the Norweigan that messes up our plans" in German when he is in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly and pissed at him, the Germans did eventually place him into power in 1942, though under the German commissioner in charge of Norway and without the neccesary endorsement from the King. To reinforce this total botch up and Quislings part in it... and just to piss him off I think... Terboven (the reichskommisar) placed him as head of Norweigan government with the imaginary title "Minister President" rather than PM. February 1st 1942.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His party had assumed most important government positions not being run directly by the Nazis. All other parties were banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He failed to get any serious or respected government figure to take part in the new government under his Unity party. Which was now somewhat ironically named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He helped establish and encouraged recruitment calls for a Norweigan SS unit. He loved the idea of nordic racial supremacy, you'd think his mother could have probably explained the flaws in those ideas but go figure. He was full of zeal, happily signing the execution of resistance members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was generally a total dick. He assisted and helped lay the logistic infrastructure for the deporting of Norweigan jews. Which was the big one that came up in trials later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even tried to be more insane and evil than was actually wanted. When stringent German regulations were sent down he would come up with more stringent ones on his own. Reasoning that they should be working harder for the new masters, he volunteered Norway for everything going. He tried to submit a plan that Norweigan citizens be used as cannon fodder and literal shields for tanks and machinery, something totally unworkable and dismissed by german forces, but still amazing someone could acheive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actuality, beyond wacky ideas, Quisling wasnt even a good puppet leader. In his early political days he realised he didnt have much character or force of personality and had started representing his views in writing more than anything. Since he wasnt in a position to make doctrine anymore, this was a bit of a pointless skill. And he had counted on an acceptance from the Germans that never came, they were angry at his early blunders and always kept him at arms length. His dreams of ruling came only in name. You could feel sorry for him, but you know, crazy fascist jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the war didnt quite go so well for the master race. After Britain won the war, with some other guys or something, the tide turned in Norway. Despite being the most occupied German war territory the forces didnt put up much resistance and Quisling was arrested. Tried for treason and executed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Norweigan government had no death penalty statute, however one of their first acts when regaining legitmate power after the war was introduce it in preparation for the coming war trials. They put aside years of right to life beliefs because hey, some people just deserve to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Vidkun Quisling was definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN QUISLING FACT - The use of Quisling as a phrase for traitor came about right as he came to power, coined by the times addressing an article "To Quislings everywhere" and getting a massive positive response to the phrasing. It is used in many european languages as well as English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN QUISLING FACT - He called his house "Gimle" a reference to the place where the survivors of Ragnarok were to live. The sort of douche'y reference the nazis who were into pseudo scandivanian mythology would love. It is now renamed Villa Grande, because seriously, fuck that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN QUISLING FACT - One of the anti quisling/nazi resistance movements used to wear a paper clip on their lapels to recognise each other, which is believed to be a Norweigan invention, as a mark of a true believer. That's unbelievably lame and those guys still totally kicked Quisling's ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN QUISLING FACT - Quisling believed in his own philisophy, he coined Universalism a mixture of various beliefs of christianity and his own views. Why do the crazy ones always want to start religions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN QUISLING FACT - He was given a CBE by the British government for his early good works. After the nazi evil leader stuff it was quickly revoked. Where did it all go wrong Quisling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, the nazi thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FARMER FACT - All farmers are evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-1320450978004889393?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1320450978004889393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=1320450978004889393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/1320450978004889393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/1320450978004889393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/vidkun-quisling.html' title='Vidkun Quisling'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SFHRuBIT9JI/AAAAAAAAABE/PnhmeDNwa0Y/s72-c/quisling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-2247472137258882947</id><published>2008-06-11T15:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:30:19.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norway'/><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SE_q9AQ7chI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54fiRiicC20/s1600-h/Xmas+tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210641627654877714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SE_q9AQ7chI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54fiRiicC20/s200/Xmas+tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know Norway gives a Xmas tree to Britain, every year since 1947. It stands by Nelson's column in Trafalgar square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isnt like the Hong Kong thing, a hold over from when we killed them for not taking our drugs, its a symbol of gratitude. For fighting the war that ultimately led to their liberation from the nazis, for allowing King Haakon (their monarch) to remain in Britain in exile until his triumphant return after the war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Haakon is a man who isnt as well known as he should be, not just due to his awesome name. It could clearly be the name of some sort of renegade jedi smuggler in Star Wars and you wouldnt think twice about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was the bad ass renegade jedi smuggler of his time. Well, the upper class well bred monarch kind of jedi smuggler. When the Germans invaded Norway, the Norweigans didnt lie down and take it, oh no, that isnt how Norway rolls. They fought off the initial Naval assault as long as they could, even bagging an enemy ship in the process. Giving time to rush away the Royal Family, The Cabinet and the bulk of Parliament out of the about to be occupied Oslo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now these guys were the ruling powers of Norway. On the run from a massive German invasion force. What did they do? They stopped a little outside the city to form an official meeting THE SAME DAY. Someone pointed out the Germans were pretty close, maybe leave the official government procedure for a few hours. This was generally accepted and thats just what they did. At Elverum, happy the Germans werent about the kill them all for ten minutes or so, they formed an orderly meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They formed an orderly meeting. While fleeing a hostile invasion force targetting them personally! They decided to temporarily allow cabinet the full power of government to make decisions, since all of Parliament wasnt there and it might slow things down a bit to put decisions to Parlimentary debate, this was decided to be the best course. They were laying out a procedures of power policy as the third reich was hunting them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the Germans had a fairly simple Modus Operandi when it came to invading countries with an established workable set up. Establish a military presence, put down military resistance, meet with the Monarch or ruling government organisation (Norway was a monarchy so power to appoint government ultimately lied with the king if power lied with the government) and pretty much explain to him once he is in a room with a lot of scary chaps that he is going to appoint some Nazi sympathiser to rule over them, to give the Nazis a vague sense of legitimacy in their rule by having locals in charge. Just the crazy, evil locals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they set up the meeting with Haakon. "Yo, listen up Haak, you know whats doing down, bro. We are here, we are going to mess you guys up unless you completely surrender your freedom and give up your dignity by appointing some douche (in this case Quisling, a total douche that actually tried to set up a nazi fan boy party and was ignored by Hitler for being a dork, seriously) and you best recognise, dawg". Thats how I imagined the Nazis spoke, anyway, only in German obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haakon went to his government with this "proposal" of being told what to do by Quisling the dork but really the Nazis, so they could make their call. Did he quietly accept defeat? Make the best of a bad situation? No, he told them "Fuck Germany". Actually he said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For my part I cannot accept the German demands. It would conflict with all that I have considered to be my duty as King of Norway since I came to this country nearly thirty-five years ago"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; but he is a king and thats as close as they get to telling someone to fuck off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touched by his majesty's balls' of steel, the government decided, why not? They phoned the Germans and actually refused their request. They phoned an invading army, that was about to crush them and was essentially giving them an illusion of a choice, where to stick it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to avoid capture so his title would not be misused Haakon headed off north. Eventually being picked up by the British, who gave him safe passage to Britain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pissed the Germans off further of course, they started demanding the government make the dude abdicate so they could get someone who WOULD do what he was told and break the spirit of the loyalists. The government, still jonesing off his complete bad ass attitude and jedi like spirit, just refused. They were getting good at it now. I like to imagine they were also laughing at the nazis and throwing paper airplanes around during the meetings at this point as a really uptight German guy kept demanding respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the German, showing why they were the bad guys in this war, threatened to intern the majority of the population of the country if they didnt demand his abdication. The government reluctantly accepted this one, because hey, you can push the Germans so far but they are crazy. So they sent him a letter, asking for his resignation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sent a reply, polite and pithy, pointing out that this was clearly a letter sent under duress so "no" he wouldnt. Just that, a polite no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the Nazis (Josef Terboven was the guy in charge at this point and was becoming a little stressed) had to declare the King had lost his right to rule, dissolved the democractic powers and lost any vague claim to legitimacy he had. The Norweigans continued to resist where they could, they wore badges to mark and honour their lost but not beaten king... and his spirit of rebellion.... They certainly had some of the most dedicated and well planned resistance movements. Basically, they figure if their king wasnt going to let the Germans get what they want, why the hell should they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Britain (and a couple of other countries I think?) defeated Germany ending the war, there was still a large number of German troops in Norway. It was a tense moment, would they fight their way out, try to establish a mini state, or just ransack the place? Of course not, they had put up with Norway dogging their every move for years, they didnt want to fight those crazy bastards again. It did take a few months to intern them, switch from the now illegal civilian nazi placed government and back into Norway as it was. The King finally came home 7th June 1945 to get started on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they give us a xmas tree for looking after their king and helping liberate them from the Germans (note to other countries, we have a lot of space, if you also wanted to send us trees.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who gives them a tree, for being awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun Fact I didnt fit in the post -&lt;/strong&gt; Quisling constantly tried to volunteer Norweigan citizens as cannon fodder to save German troops from early volleys in combat. An idea so impractical and so insane the Germans constantly turned him down. Something too insane and evil for NAZIS. He was trying to LITERALLY sell his own people for brownie points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Quisling now means "traitor" and not as would be more appropriate "complete asshat" is a hotly discussed eytmological topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-2247472137258882947?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2247472137258882947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=2247472137258882947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/2247472137258882947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/2247472137258882947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SE_q9AQ7chI/AAAAAAAAAA4/54fiRiicC20/s72-c/Xmas+tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-4982324412328767432</id><published>2008-06-11T00:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T04:52:09.601+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fascism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nazis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibbons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mussolini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sloth is a fag'/><title type='text'>Mussolini and Hitler: The tempestous love affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SE8g_h7oF-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/4YY94l_3q1k/s1600-h/HitlerandMussolini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210419569703262178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SE8g_h7oF-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/4YY94l_3q1k/s200/HitlerandMussolini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mussolini and Hitler are one of the great pairings on history. Ironically, given how it ended out, Mussolini was one of Hitler's heroes at first. He cited the man as an inspiration in his rise to power, especially his early attempts at coups which he mentioned as his attempts to emulate Mussolini's march on Rome. Basically he was in love with the guy and probably wrote "Hitler 4 Benito IDST" on his books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did actually sound pretty cool;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"All within the state, nothing outside the state, nothing against the state"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us have a dagger between our teeth, a bomb in our hands, and... infinite scorn in our hearts” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“The truth is that men are tired of liberty.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mussolini was actually pretty cool. He was that kid at school who made insane stuff up, you know "my dad is the pope, i can jump over my house, I am going to space for the summer" but he was generally believed while that kid in school would get beaten up. He claimed to be a great scholar when he wasnt, to have these great sporting acheivements that didnt exist and even to play instruments he couldnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mussolini had heard Hitler was his fanboy and at a time when he was courting Britain and France as allies (who were paying him homage in the hope to keep him in line) he still was keen to make connections with Germany, who were a fellow dictatorship he felt he could control and play junior partner in his future international demands to the more sane international community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1934 they first met. It was not the whirlwind romance Hitler imagined or the BDSM coupling with Benito in charge Il Duce wanted. It was infact pretty weird. Mussolini's much famed arrogance and utter stupidity came to the forefront, when he insisted he could speak German when he clearly could not... he muddled along in broken German that no one could entirely follow and rejected the notion of him needing a translator in advance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hitler apparently kept quoting "Mein Kampf", thats right... he is one of those people that quotes themselves like its profound, you thought the holocaust was the worst thing about him but you were wrong. Mussolini, with his trademark intelligence and insight completely dismissed Hitler as a "silly little monkey" in private after the meeting. Though obviously not that privately, because I know he did it and other people probably did too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hitler was the most annoyed though. He was livid after the meeting, why? Did Mussolini attempt to control him? Dismiss his foreign policy plans? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it was because Mussolini came in military uniform. Hitler had followed the traditional english dress code for state meetings and worn a business suit, Mussolini had without consulting him came in his (totally unearned) military get up. Hitler ranted afterwards about how humilated he was, looking like Mussolini's accountant. Thats right, Hitler fell out with a fellow world leader and potential ally over the fact their outfits clashed and Benny trumped his get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hitler was actually quite concerned with outfits and clothing. When he created a new position or job in Germany he would spend as much time designing the new uniform as he would defining the role apparently, which you could argue is part of his genius, understanding style is more important than substance in public perception and putting it to his advantage. But I would argue its pretty gay for a grown man to be sketching out summer wear for his new gauleiters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mussolini's weird attempts at double dealing carried onward. He tried to maintain a friendship with the increasingly in conflict Germany and Britain/France with limited success. The latter because he kept making deals and treaties, giving speeches to people about how Mussolini was a great diplomat, then totally ignoring them. But to be fair, he was a bit dim, he could have just forgotten them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the relationship with Germany was equally strained at times, he even approached the Pope at one point to excommunicate Hitler. Hitler was of catholic descent but not a practicing one obviously, God has a not wiping out Jews commandment I think, even if they did kill Jesus. Which would have undermined his power a little and be a bit of an international black mark. But Muss was largely ignored by the Pope it seems. He probably changed his mind ten minutes later anyway, Mussolini's entire approach to power plays was along the lines of an ADD guy playing chess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ever want to understand the mindset of Mussolini, a great thing to read outside of biographies and quotes (and I know this is a gay thing to know) is the chapter on him in Captain Corelli's Mandolin. I havent read the actual book, but a very cool lecturer I had in college gave us all copies of this and its very good. The writer beautifully captures what Mussolini was like, the incredible self belief, slight crassness and energy of the man. He was like a 5 year old who talks about how awesome he is all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as time went on Hitler became the senior member of the pairing and as Mussolini's international diplomatic blunders mounted and he became isolated from potential sane European allies, he was left with little choice but to follow Hitler into closer diplomatic links and eventually a military alliance as Hitler was quickly taking over countries near his border it was that or fight him alone at some point. His home policies were also not bearing much fruit, as his corporate state ideas didnt really pan out on account of even him not being clear what that means or how it would work. He needed a bit of prestige and thought he could get it by being part of a successful war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did manage to put off actually entering the war until France was about to fall, thinking that the war would have weeks left to go. Oh yes, he saw the way the wind was blowing. He also thought Italy was going to be the dominant power of the 20th century. And after he joined in he had no choice but to stick with Adolph right to the very, hung from a tree, end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An important lesson for us all, if you are a barmy dictator capable of mild evil, dont fall in with the much more evil dictator as he will get you into trouble. Even I knew this as a child, I was always skipping school but I never fell in with the kid who kept trying to burn the science lab. I ended up going to University, that kid ended up going to prison for stealing cars and then setting them on fire and dancing round them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the lesson is if you are going to get in a world war prepare some sort of military machine, or you will retreat all the way across Europe when the Germans arent there to help you, end up losing most of your country and be a puppet leader of a small chunk of Italy before getting caught and lynched trying to run and hide in Switzerland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe, most of all, dont clash outfits with Hitler. He will start a world war and drag your ass in just to get revenge. Guy takes his look seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-4982324412328767432?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4982324412328767432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=4982324412328767432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/4982324412328767432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/4982324412328767432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/mussolini-and-hitler-tempestous-love.html' title='Mussolini and Hitler: The tempestous love affair'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SE8g_h7oF-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/4YY94l_3q1k/s72-c/HitlerandMussolini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-2295735333968290318</id><published>2008-06-10T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:06:47.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fascism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chimpanzees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abyssinia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mussolini'/><title type='text'>Most tragically Inept Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Italian Invasion of Abyssinia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Mussolini. He wasnt just a poor man's Hitler, actually he was the inspiration for Hitler's initial putsches (German for getting drunk, shooting in the air then deciding you should totally go take over the government) and Adolph's foundations of his dictatorship. Before they fell out, largely over a dress code during their first meeting. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussolini got into power on a lot of big promises. Politicians of course still do that these days, they promise chicken in pots, to more successfully manage the welfare state and they will definitely, definitely not be caught out sleeping with a male prostitute dressed as Princess Leia. And when the inevitable "Star Wars orgy" photos reach the papers you feel a little dissapointed. But when you are attempting to establish an unchallenged dictatorship... you need the people on your side, you need to at least appear to be fulfilling your campaign promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had promised to make Italy a world power. To make good on the potential all Italians knew existed (it didnt exist) for them to become a striding international powerhouse along the lines of Britain or France (yes, people once wanted to be more like France.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussolini, not one of historys great thinkers, decided the key to being a big power was to own bits of Africa. Italy already owned bits of Africa, but if he was to use the army to own a bit MORE of Africa, he would be a hero and Italy would be a world power. A flawless theory. He actually promised Italy "a place in the sun". Yes, they were comparing a colony of human beings in Africa to a holiday house, it was truly a different time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was infact only one invade'able bit of Africa that didnt already belong to someone in Europe, Abyssinia. Now, you might think, why (given that it is surrounded by colonies of other countries) it was still a free and self-governed nation. The answer you would get is because "there is nothing valuable about Abyssinia, idiot". No gold, no oil, no diamonds and definitely no diamonds covered in gold that fell off the trees made of oil. Its just a bit of land. Not even that good for farming or plentiful land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussolini addressed that notion, brought to him by his advisors with his trademark "fuck it, lets do it anyway". Only presumably in Italian. "Fucka ita, letsa doa ita anywaya". &lt;/racism&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Italy wasnt the nation Mussolini was attempting to get the world to recognise it as, it was not a major military power. But it had a contemporarily modern air force, bit of a navy and a reasonably well trained army with fancy 30s guns and so forth. They brought hundreds of tanks and planes. They had thousands of machine guns. The kind we laugh at now but were pretty bad ass at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abyssinia was largely armed with SPEARS AND BOWS and what rifles they had were old ones that couldnt be relied on to work or hit anyone. They didnt have aircrafts (actually, they had 3 biplanes, which is hilarious), tanks or machine guns. They didnt have many rifles built in the century they were fighting in. This should have been a walk over. Astronauts over cavemen if the astronauts had weapons. Abyssinias only chance SHOULD have been international intervention, which didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt quite like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy attacked Oct 3rd 1935. The war officially ended early 1937. You could be generous and go with the Italian account which declared the country essentially pacified at the end of 1936. Thats still more than a year. The most conservative estimate for the wars length before it started was around 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italians initially sent Blackshirts into the front. Blackshirts, in case you dont know are fascist party member "soldiers". As in people with no military experience, training or discipline but think the word soldier sounds cool. But pretty handy at punching other political party members in the face. This was a disaster. Oddly enough, Blackshirts... despite wearing a snazzy coloured shirt couldnt fight for shit. (What was with evil political parties and colour coded thugs? History has NO ANSWERS.) They even gave some of them flamethrowers, which wasnt wise. I am no soldier, but i'm pretty sure you dont give the hobbyist guy in a war a weapon that spews out fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italians sent a ridiculously large force to make the war quick. Not realising its not enough to just have lots of soldiers, you need the resources and positioning to make use of larger numbers. Tactics, you know. Their much larger force was regularly humiliated by small, abyssinian units who knew the land and how to fight. Fighting with spears. Spears, people. Italian forces actually lost battles to people weilding sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive Italian advantage in weapons, technology and fairly equally sized forces (that last bit sounds fair, but most African conquests were done with much smaller forces than you are facing, making use of superior tech and tactics...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to employ mustard gas and the bombing of villages. Rely entirely on air support and came pretty close to looking like they were going to have to give up once or twice. The use of mustard gas was totally illegal under the Hague convention. This is the war equivalent of you fighting a seven year old over a bunch of dirt he owns and having to shoot him in the face to win. 300-500 tons of mustard gas was used, to pacify the people with sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy did win, eventually. Taking at least 11 months longer than they should. The people of Italy did actually celebrate and it was a success in that sense. But they were largely misinformed to the strength of the country they were fighting, to the fact mustard gas was used and other atrocities took place and its value. It was pushed as a colony for Italian immigration but was never a success. It was a massive net loss in resources. It did show that the international community was not willing to go to war or even risk it for the sake of other countries. Something a different dictator in Europe would rely upon later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, Italy had shown the world they had no grasp of tactics, would struggle to contend with a nation that owned three planes and had the sort of reasoned military mind of that spanish bee guy in the simpsons. I think Churchill made a speech to parliament with that exact comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of the whole conflict, beyond "haha losing battles to people with sticks" was sort of lost at the time due to the atrocities the Italians committed, not just the illegal tactics, but the mass murder of civilians and mutilation of the corpses of fallen enemy. But most of all Absyinnia was a member of the UN (or league of nations, as it was then) along with Italy. They called for help, condemnation of Italy and at least sanctions to be placed against them. No one helped them, sanctions were eventually placed during the war but ignoring the stuff like Oil which actually would have meant something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly before the country fell to Italy, Haile Selassie gave an actually quite beautiful speech to the assembled members, the crux of which was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""It is us today. It will be you tomorrow""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was 3 years before the second world war came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what a moron he was, that definitely wasnt us tomorrow. That was us like 3 years later, MORON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-2295735333968290318?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2295735333968290318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=2295735333968290318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/2295735333968290318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/2295735333968290318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-tragically-inept-wars.html' title='Most tragically Inept Wars'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-3233336846781215541</id><published>2008-06-06T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:49:24.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><title type='text'>Future of Lost</title><content type='html'>Like everyone else who watches Lost, I like to postulate on the various endings the show might have to explain the countless mysteries they have going. When I am not writing my fanfiction about Sawyer and Freckles getting married, or Jack growing his "beard of despair" back and using it to fight crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a few of my theories mixed in with collected theories I have heard from friends or around the internet of how the final scene will pan out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Locke and Jack stand around a sinking island, "whats happening?" says Jack, stroking his magnificent beard. "Havent you worked it out?" Locke replies "The Island is going home... to the stars" it turns out the island isnt SINKING but actually GOING INTO SPACE because it is a SPACESHIP. "What now?" Says Jack, looking magnificent wearing his beard. "Now we go with it" Locke replies "we are going HOME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both aliens all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - "So the island was alive... it gained sentience and tried to interact with us... through Jacob, who is the islands SOUL?" said Jack. "Yes" said Locke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is also an Alien".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - "So" says Jack in a bearded manner "it was all aliens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sure was" says Sawyer, "and me and freckles are getting married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see, can I be the best man?" says Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you ALREADY ARE" says Sawyer. They all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack looks into the camera, like the thought of a world with crime in it is one he cant stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - "So the four toed statue was built by aliens?" said Sayid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sure was" said Locke. "Aliens who made the island magical, or so it would seem, to us mortals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah" said Sayid. "By Allahs beard, that explains everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 "So we died in the crash" said Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surely that makes sense, this isnt really an island at all... its purgatory, the others were merely a higher force... guiding the saved onwards, but we comprehended them incorrectly as we werent yet ready to embrace the truth of our surroundings, we created the monsters and the mystery of the island... as a way to hide us from the truth. When people in our group died, they really were moving on, on to heaven. That explains everything, even the return home and how it felt 'wrong' to us, it was a creation our souls knew to be wrong now... we could never return, to a world that is gone. We didnt need to wait to be rescued. We had to rescue ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly, Jin" said the mysterious stranger stepping out of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you.... ?" she stammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, i am Lord Fanto, the alien who runs purgatory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-3233336846781215541?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3233336846781215541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=3233336846781215541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3233336846781215541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/3233336846781215541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-of-lost.html' title='Future of Lost'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-6295966167754906196</id><published>2008-06-04T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:19:38.817+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordsworth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXe0jOjsjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oK90CdaJKN0/s1600-h/Wordsworth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207813538514711090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXe0jOjsjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oK90CdaJKN0/s320/Wordsworth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From studying at university, doing a degree in literature and history, I learnt many valuable things. Mostly, that if you cant find a taxi home at 4am, just sleep off your drunkeness in the campus library... its in the middle of town and the security is lax after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other valuable thing was to appreciate poetry. I feel a lot more people would love poetry if they took the time to appreciate it. It takes a little work sometimes, to peel back the layers and see the inner message laid out through the structure and form... but it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start you off, heres my analysis of Wordsworth's "The Daffodils" or "Wandered lonely as a cloud"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wander'd lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what he is saying here is that he was walking about, by himself. The cloud comparison is a little weak, because you tend to see clouds in large groups, often merging with each other... which if compared to real humans, suggests they are pretty much floating around having sex, right? Plus clouds dont get lonely, they are a bunch of vapour and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw some daffodils. He very specifically states where they are, presumably in case you want to fact check his poem and check they are really there. Fluttering and dancing may be poetic license and not neccesarily open to fact checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And twinkle on the Milky Way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They stretch'd in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is a poetry thing. Logically we all know there isnt going to be as many daffodils as would be needed to "stretch in a never-ending line" as that would be infinite daffodils, an amount unlikely to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says 10,000 at a glance... but really, he couldnt have counted, especially not in a timeframe as brief as a glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The waves beside them danced; but they&lt;br /&gt;Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A poet could not but be gay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet being gay certainly sums this poem up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...In such a jocund company:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he means gay in the sense of happiness, apparently daffodils dancing around makes him happy and suggests that no other poet could fail to be happy in similar circumstances. Knowing a few poets, I am inclined to agree, rather ordinary stuff like that does seem to enthrall them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still yammering on about how awesome these daffodils are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is chilling at home, which before tv or the internet was invented just meant sitting on your couch basically, he would be thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... about those daffodils and be happy. Basically, he is way into daffodils. And that makes him happy. The first time he saw them, he was just mildly impressed, but now he thinks back on it he is super impressed. Enough that he felt the need to share it with us all, in verse form. Though, he seems to strong imply this a one time thing, the dance of the daffodils that did it for him. Presumably, living in the country, he has seen daffodils before and they probably did nothing for him. But this one time, they blew about, he now reflects back on the moment with uncontained joy. Which is, lets face it, weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-6295966167754906196?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6295966167754906196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=6295966167754906196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/6295966167754906196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/6295966167754906196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-studying-at-university-doing.html' title='Poetry Analysis'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXe0jOjsjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/oK90CdaJKN0/s72-c/Wordsworth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4069583902507881708.post-7815269200981605774</id><published>2008-06-03T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T00:42:36.433+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astronauts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cavemen'/><title type='text'>A Hole In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXICzOjsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3oEqzUzMhao/s1600-h/Astronaut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207788494560408066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXICzOjsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3oEqzUzMhao/s320/Astronaut1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Modernism brought society many things, positive and negative. The advent of technologies role in society led to a change in mindset, traditional faith in nature and religous ineffability was almost replaced by a firm belief in the future. A future when each problem would be solved in turn by a technological advance, by science. If the solution of travelling long distances was brought to an end by the plane, before that the solution of rampant disease brought to an end by the discovery of antiseptics and antibiotics... and so on. Perhaps technology was the missing part of our lives, the solution to all our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time went on, the religious and environmental began to turn back into a central role in common belief, the cultural milieu. Is not the path of technology explained by the advance of god, is it not man vs nature but rather man using nature that led to the advances we treasured so. The environment itself has become a pseudo religious movement in modern times and the idea of returning to some idealised version of the equilibrium with nature a seriously discussed idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately, this dispute came down to one issue, the forward thinking modernist and post modernists disagree upon time and time again. The one question that sums up the change from the modernist age and the oncoming age of political/moral regression...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could astronauts defeat cavemen in a fight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously we need a context for the battle. For the sake of ease, we will say the astronauts have crash landed in the past. As the planet of the apes movies have led me to believe they often do. The numbers must be equal. And no, the astronauts do not have weapons. Marx of course contended that this wasnt fair, as the Cavemen have fire, but most modern scholars would agree fire as a weapon is hardly comparable to modern firearms. Except obviously in that they both have the word "fire" in them. And what would Marx know? Fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Darwin that first really drew the valid questions in the argument "what era of cavemen are we discussing here, to suggest the cro-magnon is akin to the paleolithic is absurd... its little different from confusing an astronaut with a conquistador." Not Charles Darwin, you understand, he didnt know what astronauts were. He died in 1882. I refer to Bernard Darwin, his grandson and noted golf writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me break the basics of the argument down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now obviously the astronaut has the power of science. He would probably whip up a series of deadly traps and a makeshift weapon from a power cell, some shuttle wall lining and the little device they use to keep there toothbrushes attached to the wall. He could have remembered the time of a solar eclipse, use this knowledge to trick the cavemen into believing he was a mighty sorceror and scare them away. He could probably do some complex math and have a working catapult put together in minutes, throwing those weird bulky space helmets like comets of death at there primitive ancestors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, a caveman is probably used to just bashing peoples skull in. Thats what they did. They hunted big ass things, they bashed its skulls in. They would go to other tribles, kill all the men (through hardy skull bashing) and steal the women. While the astronauts are discussing the most efficient way to set up a tesla coil defence citing famous strategies in chess and trying to remember the eclipse records for thousands of years ago, the cavemen are already rushing at them with there favourite skull bashing club "old one strike".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is always the lesser tread argument of the ramifications of time travel. Say Max Burton (that is my astronauts name in this scenario, you may want to come up with your own) kills one of the attacking cavemen... but that caveman turns out to be his own great great great grandfather... does Max cease to exist, never having attended Yale or married his college sweetheart Deidre? Or does the attack itself fail to happen, because it cant, the universal timeline righting itself? Or is there just a big blue explosion and shit blows up, like when anything goes wrong with time in the movies? How can we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like many questions, can astronauts beat cavemen in a fight doesnt really have an answer. Its about the nature of man, of modernisation. Its about the fight, not the victor. In a way, we are the astronauts, but we must ALSO be the cavemen, know when to fight... and when to get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except obviously, cavemen would totally win. They kill wooly mammoths, its obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Further reading -&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/forums/index.php?topic=15819.0"&gt;http//www.cracked.com/forums/index.php?topic=15819.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4069583902507881708-7815269200981605774?l=frostiestdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7815269200981605774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4069583902507881708&amp;postID=7815269200981605774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/7815269200981605774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4069583902507881708/posts/default/7815269200981605774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frostiestdog.blogspot.com/2008/06/modernism-brought-society-many-things.html' title='A Hole In The World'/><author><name>Mr. Gale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14867217392741066412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXSqTOjsiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/V6oRcv01TG4/S220/frostydog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yg09j4bgdDY/SEXICzOjsgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3oEqzUzMhao/s72-c/Astronaut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
