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2/18/05 07:34 pm - marshalmeg - For Matt

The Whig was suggesting possible things that could be written by the boy who Lee is allowing to do the Peninsular War. All of them were quite amusing. This one, however...

"It was at Sparta that Wellington met his match."
 

2/10/05 02:25 pm - marshalmeg - *BOOM*

Baricade Boy loves NIII, the greatest and most enlightened ruler who ever lived. Perhaps I am rather biased, but what is NIII besides some sort of idiotic would-be rehash of his uncle without the glory or the intelligence? If you are going to have a Napoleon, take the first one.

But, no, no. NIII made Paris pretty.

Shoot me.

Shoot me now.
 

2/9/05 11:41 pm - marshalmeg - Modernity

Officially, no one got this post.

Apparently you cannot make commentary on the lower classes anymore without someone trying to get you to sympathize.

Curse you industrial revolution and classical liberalism. Curse you.
 

2/6/05 11:43 pm - marshalmeg - Dead Poets

I was reading georgiapeachy's livejournal in which she did a post wondering why it is that Emily Dickinson is read at all. While I am not fond of Emily Dickinson, the poem the dear Georgia used to illustrate her argument is as follows:

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!


And, honestly... in a certain context... that amuses me so... and I rather like it. *snicker*
 

2/2/05 06:02 pm - marshalmeg - Not that I would know.

I would be a happier person if that Baricade Boy could get one date... any date... right.

There is a very angry Englishman who wants to snap something along the lines of:

"Now, I know you probably go by the French Revolutionary calendar or some-such non-sense... but in the real world the Peninsular War began in 1808."
 

2/1/05 09:26 pm - marshalmeg - Icons of Death

Rather felt like making icons today. Most of these are relatively simple but they were meant to make use of some excellent images. Some of these I will use myself... haven't decided which ones yet... feel free to take any you might like, modify them, etc.

4 Cromwell // 2 Marlborough // 2 Cato // More...Collapse )

1/31/05 07:37 pm - crimeofthought - Think I'll Go Eat Worms

I like to think of myself as an amicable fellow. I like to talk to people. I like to lend them money and my services. I hate very very few people. So will someone please explain to me this epidemic of hatred and annoyance towards me? I do not see how this logically plays out. Perhaps occasionally I will talk overmuch, or say something mildly inaproppriate in a fit of impulsivity. But how does this translate into this hatred that people are expressing to me behind my back in this day and age? My God, even some people who talk to me fairly regularly or comment on my livejournal have expressed dislike for me. What is this about? If anyone knows, please tell me. I always seek improvement. But I find it very hurtful when people complain to others about me, without letting me know how I offend them.
Hang it all
 

1/26/05 12:59 pm - marshalmeg - Personal Happiness

I am tired of being the sacrificial ram, the sword for the king who can't wield it himself, and the front man who keeps the party alive.

I am tired of having to put that before what else there is to be had. I am the bearer of bad news, I say what has to be said for no one else will say it. I am the bloody example.

Someone once said that only women are self-sacrificing in society, this is why they have problems. Madness.

For once, I would like to be happy just for myself, Empire be damned.

Of course, I'll probably want it all back tomorrow. It's in my nature. It's proverbially what I do.

1/24/05 07:16 pm - crimeofthought

Democracy is a wonderful thing, they tell us-
The Enlightened Athenians who were artists and philosophers were infinitely preferable to The Wicked Spartans who killed weak babies and enslaved people.
The Liberty Loving Americans had God on their side when they defeated Bad King George and his Awful Tax Mongering English Mercenaries.

I never bought any of this. Democracy is logical. The people speak, majority rules, and most are happy. Generally, it can stave off major intolerance and oppression. It can become ineffecient, but generally all goes well for awhile. It's the rule of the people, the majority, over the small minority.

I used to lie awake at night and wonder why, if all this was the Gospel Truth, I still could not shake my firm conviction that England and Sparta were the good guys in all this, and America and Athens my sworn enemies. After all,wasn't Athens the cradle of democracy? Isn't America

"the best nation on this earth, ya'll"?

I don't buy it. Not at all

If you look at history, you will find that England wasn't perfect. But they were pretty damned near it. The Tax that was payed on the tea was miniscule. "Ah, well, it's the thought that counts. No Taxation without Representation!"
Er, hold on a minute. As I recall, there were several appointed Parliamentarians serving American interests. Besides, this gold wasn't going to pave King George's toilets. This went to help pay for a war that was fought primarily for said colonial's benefits. And God damn it all, they weren't tyrants.
Quiz Question: Which Leader of his Country Named George Had Over 200 Slaves?

Do you really need me to answer this one?

Now, on to Sparta. Sparta is a tiny tiny state with very few citizens. They are descended primarily Doric people, which sets them apart from the majority of Greeks at the time. Surrounded by enemies, they are able to subdue most of the area around Lakedaemon. Yes, they had helots. No, in and of itself, it's not forgivable. Slavery is plainly wrong. And now I become slightly apologetic...well, they lived in barbarous times, and most societies up until the 19th century had slaves *whine whine*. The fact remains, thought, that just because they had slaves doesn't mean they laid back and relaxed. No, every man underwent a regime of training and campaigning that would make a Navy Seal faint, and the women weren't spared physical exersize either. They did this not for pay, but out of a sense of survival. They thus became the strongest state in Greece. It was a hard, cruel state. But then again, it was a hard, cruel world.

The King with Half the East at heels is marched from lands of morning
His fighters drink the rivers up, their shafts benight the air
And he that stands will die for naught, and home there's no returning
The Spartans on the sea-wet rock sat down and combed their hair

O xein angellien Lakedaimonoios...
(goes off to remember Sparta and Britain)
 

1/24/05 05:06 pm - marshalmeg - Could you lot form a line... if it's not too much trouble?

Red wool coats are all the rage at UofHell this season. It is impossible to go anywhere without seeing four of five.

Brain, for the last time, STOP THAT.

*prods with bayonet*
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