#sadStory

[obnoxiousprince]

The French Revolution: A Political Myth More Than a True Liberation

The French Revolution is often portrayed as the founding moment of modern liberty, equality, and democracy. In the collective imagination, it represents the victory of the people over the oppression of a monstrous Old Regime and the birth of a new, fairer, and purer world. Yet, when we take a closer look at the actual facts and consequences of this historic event, the glorified narrative starts to crumble, giving way to a far more nuanced, and even critical analysis.

A Moderate King Sacrificed, a Manipulated People

Louis XVI, the last king of France, is often caricatured as an absolute tyrant responsible for poverty and inequality. In reality, he was far from a rigid despot. On the contrary, he was a moderate, intelligent, and hesitant man, a victim of his own advisors and of a political and economic crisis beyond his control. The king had even agreed to summon the Estates-General and seemed open to the idea of a constitutional monarchy.

Moreover, the popular misery — particularly the shortage of bread — cannot be blamed solely on the sovereign. The context was complex, shaped by agricultural failures, economic instability, and social unrest. The people, often illiterate and fueled by anger, were manipulated and pushed toward violence.

Lofty Principles on Paper, Inequality in Practice

The Revolution mostly produced words, theories, and grand ideals: liberty, equality, fraternity, human rights. These declarations, while admirable on paper, were not followed by a real transformation of social relations.

The legal equality proclaimed as a universal right remained an illusion. In practice, the wealthy and powerful always had better access to justice, while the poor continued to be disadvantaged. Freedom of expression, though supposedly guaranteed, remained unequal: those at the top of society could say almost anything without consequence, while the vulnerable often faced repression.

Freedom of Thought: A Natural Evolution, Not a Violent Upheaval

Contrary to popular belief, freedom of speech and thought did not emerge from the French Revolution or from violent upheaval. Long before 1789, under the Ancien Régime, forms of public dissent already existed: pamphlets, caricatures, and open criticism circulated freely, showing a society already capable of debate.

History from other countries supports this idea:

In England, freedom of conscience, religious pluralism, and parliamentary monarchy developed gradually: Magna Carta (1215), Habeas Corpus (1679), Bill of Rights (1689).

In the Netherlands, a tolerant and modern state emerged through compromise and reforms over time.

Even the United States, despite its war of independence, relied on a structured constitution without unleashing mass terror or radically overturning its social order as happened in France.

These historical examples show that freedom of thought is a long, peaceful process of maturation, not the inevitable result of bloodshed and chaos.

After Louis XVI: Rulers More Authoritarian Than the King

The French Revolution removed a moderate king, only to usher in leaders far more authoritarian. Robespierre, through the Reign of Terror, established a dictatorial regime based on mass repression. Later, Napoleon Bonaparte crowned himself emperor, reimposed censorship, centralized power, and rolled back several revolutionary gains, especially women’s rights.

The 19th century in France was marked by a series of authoritarian regimes: the Bourbon Restoration, the July Monarchy, and the Second Empire under Napoleon III. All these governments concentrated power and practiced repression, sometimes more harshly than Louis XVI, who by comparison appears almost restrained.

A Revolution Turned Political Tool: Myth at the Service of the Republic

Since the Third Republic, the French Revolution has been transformed into a state myth, actively used by presidents to legitimize the current system. This instrumentalization operates through powerful, enduring mechanisms.

A State Myth Perpetuated by Presidents:

Each republican regime has presented itself as the direct heir of the Enlightenment and human rights to:

Legitimize itself: “We are the heirs of the free people, of the Republic born from the Revolution.”

Cover up ongoing inequalities: “Everyone is free and equal” (at least in theory…).

Discredit any critique of the system: “You’re criticizing the Republic? Then you’re against democracy, against the people, against liberty.”

Every president, from De Gaulle to Macron, has symbolically positioned himself in this revolutionary lineage.

Republican speeches about secularism, the homeland, values, and the Republic are always delivered with the tricolor flag and the Marseillaise playing in the background.

The unspoken message is clear:

“We are the Revolution. Don’t question it.”

An Idealized Version That Locks Down Debate

This myth serves to shut down debate or alternatives:

It creates the illusion that power lies in the hands of the people, while in reality decisions are made by a technocratic, political, or economic elite.

It narrows the scope of thought: if the Republic comes from the Revolution, then questioning it means attacking democracy itself.

It crushes any other political model: monarchy? = reactionary. direct democracy? = populist. social critique? = conspiracy theory.

This control is reinforced through ritual repetition of symbols: Bastille Day (14 July), the Panthéon, Marianne, so-called “Republican values”.

School as a Relay of the Myth:

From early childhood, school teaches a sacred, binary history:

The good people versus evil elites.

Louis XVI = incompetent.

Robespierre = a hero.

Napoleon = a tragic genius.

There is no room for debate on:

Revolutionary massacres

The Jacobin dictatorship

Ongoing social inequality after 1789

This simplified, glorified narrative lacks nuance and serves one key purpose: to build a collective identity and erase historical contradictions.

Like all founding myths, it artificially unifies a divided society and imposes symbolic legitimacy on the regime.

Conclusion:

The French Revolution did not liberate the people in the way we are led to believe. It mostly replaced one form of power with another, often more authoritarian, while building a beautiful ideological façade filled with principles that were never fully applied.

Freedom of speech, far from being born amid the chaos of the Terror, is the product of a long, often peaceful historical evolution. Social justice and equality still remain unrealized ideals. And today’s elites, like those of the past, are skilled at using revolutionary symbols to maintain their authority.

Even now, the Republic speaks in the name of the people, yet acts in the interest of those far removed from it.

The French Revolution is less a liberating event than a political symbol used to lock in the system.

[lkhanhly02]

Mắt người vốn màu đen, trái tim thì màu đỏ, nhưng khi đôi mắt hoen đỏ trái tim lại tối tăm.

[fanoflouis]

First name: Romane (my real first name)

Last name: Eloria (Not my real last name)

Age: 18 years old (the youngest at L'Institut)

Height: 68 cm as a doll, as a human: 1m, 68. (Mandy: 70 cm, 1m70/Lou: 73 cm, 1m73/ and all the others are between 60 cm and 80 cm)

Sexuality: Bisexual💗💜💙

Species: Perfect doll, Type 14 doll.

Crush: Mandy, Lou, Nolan, Lucky, Ox, Uglydog, Lydia, Kitty, Tuesday, Michael.

Birthday: January 2, 2013 (02/01/13)

Her jobs: Singer, Model, one of the 6 Magnificents (so she is the 7th after Nolan).

Story:

When she arrived at the Institute of Perfection, Romane thought she was perfect, just the way she was. Until she met Lou. But Lou, by talking to ugly people (especially her according to him) in his song, only added to Romane's flaws, which made her quite sensitive. Lou had hired her to be the 7th of the 6 Magnificents. She accepted, but Lou had just wanted her to be his scapegoat when he wanted. That's where the stitching on her arms comes from, she also has some on her face but except for one that is not hidden by foundation.

Lou, ask her things that even the other 6 magnificent could do except her, like kidnappings, and others. When Romane is in her room, she puts on her casual outfit, but when she goes out she forces her smile even though she hates dresses. Clearly he treated her like his slave but that was his goal to almost push her to the limit but for Romane it's not only that that will affect her. And she wears glasses but only if she's on her phone too much or she has headaches, but she can't wear them in public because otherwise Lou will get angry with her. She has a slightly short memory on several occasions she forgets the rules of the institute and when Lou walks around and sees her with these glasses or casual clothes. Then it's over for her, except if he doesn't see her.

Her character:

Kind, Shy, Loving, Attentive, Happy face, whiny, chilly, fearful. She is honest but not like Lou, in the kind sense. She lies a lot for Lou's pleasure. No self-confidence.

Her friends:

She doesn't really go to the institute of perfection, she only knows one person Mandy but she only knows her by name and by sight. But she knows the 6 magnificent ones by heart. And of course Lou the worst of the 6. Even though she loves him.

Likes:

She loves drawing, casual clothes, her glasses, Mandy, Lou sadly, snow, getting dirty, etc.

Lou's belittling of her:

''Too small''

''Too skinny''

''you have pimples''

''Your hair is ugly''

and lots of other stuff like that.

These missing details according to Lou:

The lipstick, Romane the only thing she wears is lip balm, but she still forces herself, she has to tie her hair up otherwise if she doesn't he makes her sew even more.

She has to wear ballet flats, and she absolutely must not wear glasses otherwise either he breaks them, or once again gives her a hard time, and other things.

Other thing (unspecified):

It's Lou who does her makeup for her day, he does her hair, he puts barrettes on her even though her hair is so fine that it falls out. She couldn't find a house compared to the magnificent 6, so Lou offered her a room in his villa. Lou forces her to be at her command which you will surely see in an Uglydoll story. Nolan is also the only one of the magnificent ones to be nice to Romane but he shows it when Lou is not there.

Its color code: 💜 Its emoji code:🙂🎶

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Miss them

[husheduphistory]

Rooted in Truth: A Murder and a Marker in Mobile

Walking through Mobile, Alabama visitors can shop in some of the many specialty boutiques, visit historic homes and museums, or perhaps take part in some of the many festivals held in the city such as the Gulf Coast Chinese Lantern Festival or Mobile’s own Mardi Gras celebration being celebrated where it originated in 1703. Mobile has a lot of history, but on Bayou Street many visitors walk past a bizarre story hidden in plain sight.

In November 1833 Charles R. S. Boyington was adjusting to his new home. A printer by trade and poet by heart, the nineteen-year-old moved to Mobile from the northeast and was living in a boarding house while waiting to find his fortune in the cotton boom that brought him down south. Sharing a room with Boyington was Nathaniel Frost, and the two friends tried to fit into the high society of Mobile despite each of them fighting their own battles. Boyington was an uprooted gambler, and Frost was riddled with tuberculosis that he expected would eventually take his life.

Map of Mobile, Alabama circa 1838. Image is public domain via University of Alabama Department of Geography.

It was not unusual to see Boyington and Frost walking together so when the pair were seen near the Church Street Graveyard on the afternoon of May 10th 1834 there was no cause for suspicion. That changed when Boyington returned home alone. When asked where Frost was he allegedly became agitated saying he didn’t know and he couldn’t wait for him. He was in a hurry to get to the river and board a steamboat headed for Montgomery, Alabama but not before stopping at a store to buy a knife and two guns.

The scene found the next morning stunned the residents of Mobile. Nathaniel Frost was found brutally beaten, bloodied, and stabbed, his body found just outside the Church Street Graveyard with some reports stating his body was hanging from a tree. Amid all the questions swirling through the minds of Mobile there was one certainty, the last person to be seen with Nathaniel Frost was Charles Boyington and he was on a boat taking him far from the crime.

Horses raced out to stop the steamship and when officials found Boyington on board he had his hands full of playing cards. He was taken back to Mobile and imprisoned at the Conde Charlotte Jail to await his fate. The evidence against him was thin and Boyington was adamant that he was innocent, what proof was there other than they were seen together? He may have been sure a pardon was coming but one never came, and when it was revealed that Frost owed Boyington money it convinced the court that the gambler took his payment in the form of his terminally ill friend’s life.

When Boyington left the Conde Charlotte Jail on February 20th 1835 people lined the streets to watch his last walk to the gallows. He maintained his innocence and made a promise to the people of Mobile, that they would know the truth because after his burial an oak tree would grow above his grave as a sign of his innocence. He was buried in the potter’s field section of the same graveyard where he and Frost were last seen together.

Today along portions of Government Street lay the many dead of the Church Street Graveyard. Closed since 1898, at some point the walls of the graveyard were moved inward leaving some of the departed to now lay just outside the graveyard walls. According to records, one of them now at rest outside the walls is Charles R.S. Boyington, his grave only marked by the sixty-foot-tall oak tree that grew over his body as he promised. Arborists have determined the tree to be over 150 years old.

The Boyington Oak. Image via Wikimedia Commons Altairisfar, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0

When Charles R.S. Boyington faced death he promised that an oak tree would grow from his grave to prove he was innocent. A tree did grow, and what the tree could not speak others did when years later two men revealed on their deathbeds that they were Nicholas Frost’s killers.

Today the oak tree, now referred to as The Boyington Oak, stands over the body of Charles Boyington and a nearby red sign tells his tale with an inscription reading:

“THE BOYINGTON OAK

IN 1835, CHARLES BOYINGTON

UNJUSTLY HANGED FOR FRIEND’S

MURDER. PREDICTED AN OAK

WOULD GROW FROM HIS HEART

TO PROVE HIS INNOCENCE.

ALABAMA FOLKLIFE ASSOCIATION

WILLIAM G. POMEROY FOUNDATION 2020”

The Boyington Oak historic marker. Image via William G. Pomeroy Foundation https://www.wgpfoundation.org/historic-markers/the-boyington-oak/

As is the case with many tragic tales, stories have grown and taken root just as firmly as the tree they focus on. According to some of the many visitor accounts involving The Boyington Oak people standing in the shade of its branches are hit with sudden cold spots, whispers and sobs can be heard, and a general feeling of sadness permeates the air under the 100-foot-long branches.

Whether affected by the sadness of the story or by the unresolved sadness of Charles Boyington, the tree stands today as a natural memorial to an innocent man accused of murder who promised that nature would speak his truth for him well after his voice was silenced.

Piece about the Boyington Oak printed in The Anniston Star, Anniston Alabama on February 20th 1935.

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Sources:

Andrews, Chris. “Haunted History of Mobile - the Boyington Oak.” Bienville Bites Food Tour, 2024, bienvillebitesfoodtour.com/blog/haunted-history-of-mobile-the-boyington-oak/.

Collins, Kimber. “The Science and the Story of the Boyington Oak.” WKRG News 5, 29 Oct. 2019, www.wkrg.com/haunted-history/the-science-and-the-story-of-the-boyington-oak/.

Kleen, Michael. “Church Street Graveyard’s Boyington Oak.” M.A. Kleen, 5 Apr. 2017, michaelkleen.com/2017/04/05/church-street-graveyards-boyington-oak/.

“The Boyington Oak.” William G. Pomeroy Foundation, 10 Sept. 2020, www.wgpfoundation.org/historic-markers/the-boyington-oak/.

[annbragin]

💜Профессор Аелред Гериелид

Он - первая любовь Эдгара.

Эдгар же для него - любовь последняя.

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💜Professor Aelred Gereilid

He is Edgar's first love.

Edgar is his last love

[mattxosc]

sad dandys world story 🤑🤑🤑🤑🙏🙏🙏

[writing-from-the-closet]

END : Distance over You&Me

Hi, how are you?   Let’s stay on the call for a few hours or two.   I’ve been missing you   All day long.   Let’s stay on the call   For a few more songs. I can’t. I love you,   But you can’t be on my neck.   Wasted time, wasted days   On this stupid rectangle box. I have a life to live.   I’ve got some real things to finish.   You have your life online,   But this life of mine…

[pebletz]

Short Oneshot South Park fic (TW’s down below before reading)

Hellu friends! I was just sort of lying in bed when this story idea came to mind. While yes, I do love my romance, every once in a while I’m here for the sweet sweet angst/slight mix of horror. I also barely write fanfics but can think of scripts of dialogue for some reason? So that’s the format of this story… oops. Also, the characters can be read as either platonic or romantic, though honestly you shouldn’t be thinking about either for this one, folks.

This is a south park Stan and Kyle short one-shot script dialogue thingy ma jig, and I give you my love right now because in all seriousness, this contains a very dark topic. If you are uncomfortable with what is in the trigger warnings I give below, by all means, DO NOT READ PAST THE MORE LINE. It made me feel a slight panic in my chest just writing this, and I really would hate to have someone go through some dark traumatic memories again. So last warning, it’s about to get real dark, and very uncomfortable.

To the people who are going to read this, I wish you luck, not only for the gruesome topics at hand but also for dealing with my weird mix of both fanfic and theater script dialogue format. I’m also writing this sort of late at night, so if I made some mistakes uh… I’m very sorry. Anyways, this won’t be long, promise.

Stay safe everyone, I love you, and everything will be okay. You got this. Always be sure to ask for help when you need it. <3

-Guppie

TW/ S*icide mentions, graphic g*re mentions, possible derealization(?), anxiety, depression, eyes(?), panic attacks, hyperventilating, mentions of drugs, and finally a weird ass Omori ref I added in for no reason other than I thought it fit .-.

Speechless

Stan: Have you ever thought of killing yourself?

Kyle: …I’m sorry?

Stan: You know, offing yourself. Grab a rope, buy a gun, the end.

Kyle: … *smirks, he thinks it’s a joke* Ah yes, of course. However, I really cannot decide my fate, Stanley. Which method would best accommodate my attitude? *he chuckled*

Stan: *smiles, but it’s forced and dry. Kyle feels like he hears his lips crack.* I’m being serious.

Kyle: *giggles more, and then it slows* …why would you even ask me that?

Stan: *he brushes some of his stray hair back with his hand* You seem different. I can see it in your eyes, the way you smile. God- you’re smoking a pack of cigarettes right next to me on the rooftop of Randy’s barn. You have the biggest eye-bags I’ve ever seen on you.

Kyle: *looks away, suddenly feeling sweat under his collar* “You sure that’s not just because of finals?”

Stan: You haven’t cared about anything this year.

Kyle: …. Stan, if I’m being honest, I- … *he sees Stan’s sad smile and he gulps* I can’t say I’ve been feeling much better than that to be honest..

Stan: … *he takes a hit from his own cigar, eyes dead to the world. That once beautiful sky blue Kyle used to see were now pale in comparison, Stans eyes looked like the mariana trench now. Black. Empty. Devoid of all hope. It’s then his shoulders perk up, but only slightly. He has an idea, Kyle bets.* Let’s do it together, then.

Kyle: *his breath hitches, and suddenly he feels like he’s being pressed into the ground by a boulder* …what..?

Stan: I’m serious. I can figure it out for the both of us and we can just- end it. Together. Like always.

Kyle: …Stan I don’t think we are on the same page here-

Stan: Kyle, I have wanted nothing more than to eliminate my very existence since I was only ten years old. You get how that feels, right?

Kyle: …I-

Stan: whether you are coming with me or not, I’m not going to be here very long. I know it.

Kyle: *he’s full-on sweating now, shaking, panicking* Stan, please- I don’t think this is-

Stan: Kyle.

Kyle: Stan- please let me just-

Stan: Kyle. *he grabs Kyle’s hand, Kyle reflexes and tries to pull his hand back, but Stan doesn’t let him. He puts Kyle’s hand against his own chest.* Do you feel this? This pounding?

Kyle: *he’s breathing heavily, quickly.. it’s getting hard to breathe*

Stan: … Kyle, this- this pounding- it’s all around me now. It’s in my head- it’s- I can feel the ground b r e a t h i n g beneath me. Do you feel it too? Because fuck- Kyle- I need it gone. It’s like the world knows what’s gonna happen. It’s screaming for it. It hurts- it fucking hurts too much. I want to tear out my own organs. Isn’t that just sad? Is that a cynical thing? To want to wipe off every last trace of my existence? Is god a sadist, or am I a masochist? Does he want my blood oozing out, or is that just what they want? All I see nowadays are eyes, Kyle. Like people are watching me- waiting-

Waiting for something to happen?

I can’t take it anymore. Please Kyle- save me- help me…

Kyle: I- you- Stan- *he’s hyperventilating now, vision fuzzy. What’s happening!?* I can’t- bre a th-

Stan: ..Kyle? Kyle!?

Kyle: *everything grows dark as he falls, but Kyle still feels like he’s not alone. He feels the weight of the world crawling on his shoulders. His chest hurts. He looks around, but there’s only silence. What is he doing? Is he going to stop falling? When is he going to hit the ground with a loud crunch?*

…

……

He’s waiting for his end too.

[lkhanhly02]

Mỗi sáng thức dậy, được nhìn thấy ánh mặt trời và anh ở cạnh bên, đây chính là tương lai mà em luôn ao ước.

[spicymangomargarita]

HILONG HILO AKO MARECAKES!!!!

HINDI TALAGA KO NAHIHILO SA MGA ALAK ALAK E, IHI IHI LANG AKO SA SIDEWAYS PEROOOOOO YUNG AIR FRESHENER SA VAN MGA MHIE BAKA IKAMATAY KO YUN AS IN YUNG MOMENT NA "THIS WILL BE THE END OF ME"

SALAMAT NALANG TALAGA SA VAPE NA DAPAT COLLECTION KO LANG AT MENTOTH HAYS KUNDI BAKA NASA ER NA KO NGAYON NAA

[roadzoflife]

Life is Fragile

Pregnancy | Fatherhood | Loss | We weren't able to conceive naturally

[husheduphistory]

The Wrath of Rampjaar: The Death and Destruction of Johan De Witt

The 1600s was a difficult chapter for human life. All over the world wars tore at the seams of land and families, and those that did not fall in battle found themselves vulnerable to falling from disease and plague brought on by forces that could not yet be understood. Many things that could not be explained resulted in further violence, fanaticism, death, and destruction dealt from one hand only to be horrifically felt by the other. Breakthroughs in science, exploration, and the arts collided with religious extremism and prejudice as humanity as a whole spun on, seemingly with chaos in every corner.

The Netherlands were one part of the world with turmoils erupting within their borders. In 1672 the country formerly known as the Dutch Republic was seeing the end of the “Dutch Golden Age” with simultaneous wars with England, France, and two German cities. The year 1672 would enter the history books as the Rampjaar, The Disaster Year. The Dutch people coined a phrase to describe this most unfortunate time: “The people were irrational, the government helpless, and the country beyond salvation.”

Allegory of the Disaster Year by Jan van Wijckersloot (1673). Image via Wikipedia.

Although it was obvious there were multiple problems facing the Dutch Republic in the 1672, some believed the problems took root decades earlier. William II Prince of Orange died of smallpox in 1650 leaving the Dutch with no official leader (referred to as a Stadholder.) It was this same year that Johan De Witt began to make his mark in the politics of the region. Johan’s family were bitter rivals of the Oranges and as De Witt began to move up the political ladder he allegedly (with the help of his powerful father who spent time in prison for his involvement in a coup d'etat of William II) quietly made moves and had words written into political documents to keep the young William III or any member of the Orange family from ruling. This allowed wheels to be set in motion to form a fully Republican regime with De Witt at the helm. After holding a number of high-standing positions he was elected to the role of Grand Pensionary of Holland in 1653, essentially making him the ruler of all Dutch provinces.

By the time the 1672 Year of Disaster loomed over the Dutch Republic the people had already endured enough war and horror to last a lifetime under the eye of Johan De Witt. There were the Anglo-Dutch Wars which threatened the land, but De Witt remained focused on the sea, taking every step possible to protect the economic interests in shipping and trading that filled his pockets while paying little mind to the forces surrounding the Dutch at their front doors. He also made it a point to delay the appointment of William III as captain general. The stubbornness of De Witt would have deep consequences when in May 1672 Louis XIV invaded the Dutch Republic, thus beginning the third Anglo-Dutch War.

Portrait of Johan De Witt by Adriaen Hanneman (1652). Image via Wikipedia.

As troops moved straight into the heart of their homeland the exhausted Dutch people felt betrayed by their leadership and all eyes turned to Johan De Witt. Some were content to simply, but loudly, voice their opinions that the House of Orange should take back their power by any means necessary. Others showed their feelings of anger and betrayal in much more aggressive ways. On June 21st 1672 Johan De Witt was attacked by a man who was armed with a knife and an intent to kill. The assailant did succeed in brutally stabbing him, but he survived. Johan’s brother Cornelis was also feeling the pressure of the simmering public and on July 24th he was arrested under charges of treason against the House of Orange. He was brought to prison in The Hauge where he was tortured in order to obtain a confession. While his brother was recovering from being nearly assassinated, Cornelis was refusing to confess to any wrongdoing and was eventually sentenced to exile.

Being attacked with a malicious blade changed De Witt and after a lengthy recovery he resigned from his position on August 4th 1672. At the time of his resignation his brother Cornelis was still wallowing in prison with his exile looming. On August 20th Johan visited his brother at the prison to assist him and see him off on what was supposed to be his date of forever departure from his homeland. It is unknown what the pair discussed that day, but it is almost certain they had no clue what was about to happen. Yes, Johan resigned and Cornelis was exiled, but the Dutch people were not ready to let the brothers walk peacefully away into a new chapter while they were left with suffering and debt that could follow them for generations. As the brothers talked in the prison they were attacked by a mob that were set on tearing them limb from limb.

The Murder of the de Witt Brothers by Pieter Fris. Image via Wikipedia.

What unfolded was a scene that was feral, ferocious, and that has gone down in history through eyewitness accounts and multiple pieces of art. The mob ravaged the De Witt brothers. They were dragged into the street, shot, stripped of their clothing, and taken to the public gallows. If the brothers thought their end would be found in a broken neck at the end of a hangman’s noose they were terribly wrong. Once strung up the mob began to take souvenirs. Some accounts report that their eyes were stolen, others say they were later cut into pieces and distributed to the masses, and while that is up for debate one thing that is certain is that their bodies were sliced open, their livers stolen, and the organs were then roasted and consumed by those in attendance. After a lifetime of prestige and twenty years in power, Johan De Witt departed life alongside his brother after being mutilated and cannibalized by his own countrymen.

The Corpses of the De Witt Brothers by Jan de Baen. Image via Wikipedia.

With De Witt gone power went to William III of Orange, the same man who had his appointment as captain general stalled by De Witt and the son of William II whose death was used by De Witt and his father to make the turn to the Republican force that they hoped would keep the House of Orange out of power for good.

Whether William III had a hand in planning the attack and death of the De Witt brothers is debated to this day with answers unknown.

Today the prison where the De Witt brothers spent their last moments on earth still stands and has been repurposed as a history and art museum.

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Sources:

That Time the Dutch ate their Prime Minister by Vlad Moca-Grama. DutchReview.com, March 3rd 2023. https://dutchreview.com/culture/dutch-history-crowds-ate-prime-minister/

A Dark and Stormy Bite: That Time a Bunch of Dutch People ate Their Prime Minister by Lillian Stone. TheTakeout.com, January 15th 2021. https://thetakeout.com/a-dark-and-stormy-bite-that-time-a-bunch-of-dutch-peop-1846044366

Johan De Witt. Encyclopedia.com.https://www.encyclopedia.com/history/encyclopedias-almanacs-transcripts-and-maps/johan-de-witt

[smochibird]

In my dream, I saw a small bird, looking at me while it was standing in a puddle of its tears. It said to me in a croaky little voice "I'm in so much pain...when will it end?"

I grab a hanky and wipe his tears away and dry the puddle underneath. Then with my two thumbs, I stroke his tiny little eyebrows that are almost non-existent.

"It'll be ok," "if you cry so much you'll dry up all the water in your tiny body".

Before I could say any more, the dream ended.

[mattxosc]

sad dandys world story 🤑🤑🤑🤑🙏🙏🙏

[thefavchildsworld]

“Hey! Do i know you from somewhere?” She says to a man.“Hey! Do i know you from somewhere?” She says after losing her memory from a crash.

A/n

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