Hence the quip, “Is it a revolt ?” “No sire, it’s a revolution”.
But actually, I’m not convinced the Bastille-takers were interested in fighting the King either.
Fact is, I don’t think the people who were doing the rioting on that first day knew what the fuck they were doing or where it all was heading. They were just a bunch of pissed off Parisians (who, as you know, aren’t all that sunny on the best of days ;)) venting off because they were hungry and the bread delivery got held up again, with maybe only a handful of people who knew what they were doing steering the stampede. Maybe even taking advantage of the mob for their own aims, who knows. I mean, I know how it’s written up in (French) history books, but thems as wrote those books weren’t there, now were they ?
In my mind’s eye it’s only later, when the mob got everybody on the run and wondering where to go next that some dapper looking motherfuckers stepped up with a proposition for them, if they’d please put down the guns nice and slow. In my experience, that’s how revolutions go: mobs are good at tearing things down, not so good at getting things back up. That requires organization, forethought and - though I loathe the word - order.
And as an historical aside, the Parisians weren’t even pissed at the King himself, or even the monarchy - they liked both well enough. They were only pissed by the economic downturns, recent new taxes ordered by the (foreign) minister of finances to remedy them, and the (again, foreign) mercenaries hired to quell the unrest. And, of course, the bread thing, which sparked the powder keg.
Inconsequential trifles by all accounts, which is why today we’d all rather remember that they seized an ignominious, unjust prison (mostly to get at the powder stored there - there were barely a dozen actual inmates), toppled a despot, lopped of his head, then democracy happened sort of. Hallelujah for the brave patriots.
The real ones ? Tea Party material, really
Meh, don’t think so.
I mean, hunting shops and gun stores are reinforced so that a stick-up crew has a hard time, but what can you do against a pissed off crowd ? Can’t shoot all of them, and if you shoot *some *of them you better believe the rest is going to hang you by your nuts and skin you alive. Nerves shot on both sides, both sides scared as hell, tempers running hot… a mosquito farts and you’ve got Peterloo, or Kent State.
And those were professionals (sort of), so a gun store guy, no matter how Rambo he tells himself he is in the mirror ? Please. He’s *not *staring down a crowd by his own self.
Then again (and this was something I wanted to write up after my Bastille quip, but couldn’t word right) these days the mob isn’t just up against tricorns and muskets. The police, the King, and even the gun shop owner : they’ve got machine guns now. One man with the power to clear up a street with one clip. And that’s only if the midden really hits the windmill - law enforcement’s been polishing up on their crowd control skills since that hot July day. Tear gas, water cannon, flashball, tasers, helicopters… plenty of ways to make a mob not want to be a mob anymore in a hurry.
And while I reckon 17th century peasants might have thought the same thing about running against muskets and sabers with butcher cleavers, it’s on a whole 'nother level now. Same thing about Minutemen, guerillas, militias (well ordered or not) and so forth - they can fight the power all they want, but they can’t win. What they can do is turn the whole country to shit forever, as seen in Afghanistan, Columbia, Iraq…
No man, my honest opinion is that the days of the righteous fury of the people are long gone. Egypt notwithstanding.
Yup. But is it the country you wanna live in ?
I know I wouldn’t have wanted to live under Nappy. Why, bowing to a Corsican, the very idea !