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Posted in General on March 9th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

On this day in 1796, fading socialite beauty–and somewhat circulated mistress–Josephine de Beauharnais married a mumbling, young immigrant.  (No, Napoleon didn’t need a green card, just the status of having a celebrity wife.)  Within the year, however, Napoleon would have status of his own.  Smashing four Austrian armies and conquering Italy does get you noticed!

The couple had no children.  In fact, Napoleon apparently has no living descendants–although I have my suspicions about the Neo-Conservatives.  They are unusually short and truculent.  While Napoleon was in Russia, he might have stayed warm by impregnating a number of ghettos.

But–as usual–I digress.

Josephine, however, does have descendants.  Napoleon was only her second husband.  Her first was Vicomte Alexandre de Beauharnais.  As a Vicomte during the French Revolution, Monsieur Beauharnais obviously had a bad sense of timing.  He left his widow with a daughter and a son.  Hortense de Beauharnais–with the emphasis on the first syllable–would marry Napoleon’s brother Louis, but didn’t even pretend that all the children were his.  At least Napoleon III was certain that Josephine was his grandmother.

Josephine’s son was Eugene, a name that indicated his charm and ability.  He really was a capable, admirable individual.  Yes, he was appointed Viceroy of Italy through nepotism, but he governed so well–and how often do you hear efficient Italian government in the same sentence–that the Allies seriously discussed letting him stay on after Napoleon fell.  Of course, competence would have made the other rulers look bad, so Eugene had to be fired.  He had married a Bavarian princess, so he was in no danger of starvation.

Eugene de Beauharnais and his frau had a daughter named Josephine, a sentimental if tactless choice.  Young Josephine in turn married a nice French boy who happened to be the Crown Prince of Sweden.  (In an early example of a guest worker program, Sweden had offered its throne to a French general named Bernadotte.)  Her grandchild because the Queen of Denmark and her great-grandson became the King of Norway. 

So the royal houses of Scandinavia are all descended from the first Mrs. Bonaparte.  Even after a messy divorce, that is not a bad compensation.

 

Grate Literature

Posted in General on March 8th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – 2 Comments

Recognizing her unique talent, HarperCollins is paying Jenna Bush an advance of $300,000 to write a story about a young South American woman with HIV.  Ms. Bush was under the impression that HIV is a sorority.  Entitled “Ana’s Story: A Journey of Hope,” the book will be non-fiction except that all the characters and circumstances will be fictitious.  Ms. Bush denies that she has plagiarized a Defense Department study.   

“I have been inspired by my work with adolescents in Central and South America,” Jenna Bush said in a press release.  “These young people have faced extreme hardships and exclusion but are strong in spirit and have an incredible will to succeed.”  Ms. Bush was deeply moved by how few of these adolescents ever had “jello shooters.”

The book will be written for the pre-adolescent reader, which fortunately happens to be Ms. Bush’s writing level.

Equally amazing is the fact that HarperCollins is owned by Rupert Murdoch.

“The” Barbarians

Posted in General on March 8th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

Now let’s talk about the most notorious of the barbarians: the Vandals. In some ways, they actually were the most impressive, a comparatively small tribe that proved remarkably adaptative. If anyone deserved to be named Entrepreneurs of the Fifth Century, it certainly was the Vandals.

The Vandals had first migrated from Spain. Andalusia was not named for a realtor’s daughter. They were among the first German tourists to loot Roman Iberia. Unfortunately for the Vandals, the Visigoths also heard about Hispania and migrated there, too. Preferring to be the sole barbarians on the peninsula, the Visigoths began wiping out the Vandals. Half of the tribe was gone when the Roman governor of North Africa saved the Vandals. He was rebelling against the Emperor and needed mercenaries, so he transported the entire tribe to North Africa.

Ironically, the Roman governor called off his rebellion, but the Vandals didn’t. They soon occupied the territory extending from Libya to Morocco. (Yes, Rommel’s Afrika Korps was actually the second German invasion there, and the less successful of the two.) The Vandals proved quite adaptive, and quickly developed a fleet that dominated the western Mediterranean and allowed them to sack Rome in 455.

Their rule in North Africa was relatively benign. They restored the stability and prosperity that the disintegrating Roman Empire had failed to maintain. The Vandals’ most conspicuous failing was religious intolerance. Like many of the Germanic tribes, they were Christians but did not subscribe the theological convolutions of the Nicene Creed. To the Germanic mind, God was Odin and Jesus was Thor. However, while the Goths were tolerate of the more sophisticated interpretations of Christianity, the Vandals were not. They persecuted the Church–and earned their ever-lasting infamy. (More savage tribes such as the Franks and the especially barbaric Angles and Saxons eventually converted to the Nicene Creed and received a baptism in history’s whitewash.)

Their kingdom in North Africa lasted until 533. To the Vandals surprise, the Byzantine army had stopped cowering behind city walls and now was on a vindictive offensive. Led by the greatest general of the age, Belisarius, the Byzantine army was formidable. In a two-year campaign, Belisarius overthrow the Vandals’ kingdom, ending their 100 year rule of North Africa.

You can well imagine how the Byzantines won. They infiltrated the Vandals’ Human Resources department, belaboring the Vandal army with inexplicable paperwork regarding its HMO coverage until the Germanic host was reduced to catatonia.

Actually, facing Belisarius, the Vandals’ King Gelimer forgot to get reinforcements and then had a nervous breakdown on the battlefield. And that is how a kingdom falls.

Yet, the Vandals evidently made some impression on the natives of North Africa. The blond hair and a possible tendency to goosestep would seem conspicuous. Almost two centuries later, when those North Africans conquered Spain, they remembered that the Vandals had come from there. So the Moors referred to this realm as “Andalusia”.

The Compleat Angle

Posted in General on March 7th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

 

Yesterday, as part of Barbarian Week, the History Channel presented a program on the Saxons.

Episcopalians would not be flattered; fortunately, they probably were all watching the Golf Channel.  Their Angle-Saxon ancestors were accurately described as the most primitive louts among the Germanic tribes.  By comparison, the Vandals read Proust and played Cole Porter.

The other barbarian tribes actually admired Roman culture; sacking was just their expression of appreciation.  Only the Angle-Saxons were intent on eradicating all traces of classical civilization.  If you don’t believe me, just talk to yourself.  What do you hear?  A Romance language?  NOPE.  If the Angle-Saxons had shown a little refinement, we now would be speaking Brittic and sound like Barry Fitzgerald reciting Dante.

For the first 58.75 minutes of the television program, the Angle-Saxons were described in unrelenting detail as blood-thirsty louts. They certainly were not the valedictorian of barbarians. After destroying Londinium, the Saxons decided that it might be a nice place to live.  Yet, in the last minute of the show, after depicting the Saxons as the cultural inferiors of Neanderthals, the narrator breathlessly gushes that “their laws and institutions” were the basis of our civilization.

Actually, the only laws and institutions shown were the human sacrifices for Wotan. However, with that legacy, it does explain NASCAR and American Idol.

Yet, it seems a rather abrupt transistion from Wotan to Somerset Maugham.  I would have inserted a few anachronisms to hint at England’s potential and future.  Imagine a war council where the chieftains are debating the axe expenditures for the next year.

Aethelwurst of Anglia:  I do hope the axes of Essex are sharper than the arguments of the right honorable elderman.

Wulfmittel of Essex:  As always, my friend from Anglia is more generous with his hopes than with anything practical.   

Better yet, I would have depicted the Angle-Saxon invasions as an episode from Masterpiece Theater.  Sailing across the North Sea to Britannia, the officers are looking longingly at each other and singing:

Of course, in those days it would have been called the Wotan Boating Song.

(Be warned, the song takes nearly as long as the Angle-Saxon conquest.)

A Slave for Details

Posted in General, On This Day on March 6th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

The Alamo might have been the first celebrity reality show…Tune in to see Davy Crockett, Jim Bowie and their 187 roommates cope with the annoyances and stresses of living together under siege, bombardment and assault.

Unfortunately, the show would have had only 13 episodes and there were no possibilities for a second season.

On this day in 1836, the Alamo fell to the Mexican army. The ruined mission became the shrine of Texas’ Independence. But why exactly were the Texans fighting?

In 1835, the Mexican government adopted a new constitution, one that replaced a federation of states with a centralized government. Under the previous constitution, the province of Tejas and its immigrant population had enjoyed considerable autonomy.

For example, under the Mexican statutes for naturalization, the Americano migrants in Tejas were supposed to become Catholic. However, the loose federal system never imposed that theological requirement. But the new constitution was not interested in that either; in fact, it was Anti-Clerical and was more likely to prosecute anyone for being too Catholic.

No, the real manifestation of Mexican tyranny was the enforced abolition of a certain property right that obviously was cherished by the citizens of Tejas. Now what sacred cause would incite rebellion by Stephen Austin (from Virginia), Jim Bowie (from Louisiana), Sam Houston (from Tennessee), and Davey Crockett (from Tennessee)?

In Texas, independence was a relative term.

But, in triumphing over Mexico, the Texans got to keep their “property”, at least until 1865.

So, Remember the Alamo…just not the details.

Today’s Headlines

Posted in General on March 3rd, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

item 1: 

“SWISS ACCIDENTLY INVADE LIECHTENSTEIN

ZURICH, Switzerland (AP) — What began as a routine training exercise almost ended in an embarrassing diplomatic incident after a company of Swiss soldiers got lost at night and marched into neighboring Liechtenstein.”

In response to the growing Swiss-Liechtenstein crisis, France has surrendered. The German army has taken up defensive positions along the Seine, Arno and Moscow rivers.  Meanwhile in Washington, President Bush wanted to announce his support for embattled Liechtenstein but couldn’t pronounce it.

 

item 2:

“NEW DESIGN FOR WARHEAD IS AWARDED

The Bush administration annnounced the winner of a competition to design the nation’s first new nuclear weapon in nearly two decades and immediately set out to reassure Russia and China that the weapon would pose on new threat to either nation.”

The warhead of the new weapon is shaped like Jesus holding a map of Iran.

With Food Like This, Who Needs Teeth?

Posted in General on February 28th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

“PRINCE CHARLES SAYS BAN McDONALD’S FOOD”

I share Charles’ indignation.  McDonald’s fare is not authentically Scottish.  Not one of their restaurants offers oatmeal or sheep entrails, which happens to be the total cuisine of Scotland.  You can understand why the natives would require 80 proof beverages to help them forget what they are eating.

Nonetheless, how dare an Englishman criticize any restaurant that wasn’t serving botulism?  England’s culinary achievements never progressed past boiling and burning.  Think about it:  the Spanish techniques of torture were the English methods of cooking.  The English might actually be immune to taste.  They spent a 100 year war in France without gaining any culinary hints; Joan of Arc obviously was overcooked. 

And imagine what Napoleon could have done for English cuisine.  After all, he was Italian and French!  The man instinctively knew how to cook.  Instead of exiling him to St. Helena’s, he could have been confined to a trattoria in London. 

Of course, the prospect of appetizing food in England might have undermined the whole premise of the British Empire:  going out for a decent meal.

Putting the Awe in Autopsy

Posted in General on February 27th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

“DOCUMENTARY SHOWS POSSIBLE JESUS TOMB

Filmmakers and researchers on Monday unveiled two ancient stone boxes they said may have once contained the remains of Jesus and Mary Magdalene, but several scholars derided the claims made in a new documentary as unfounded and contradictory to basic Christian beliefs.

“The Lost Tomb of Jesus,” produced by Oscar-winning director James Cameron and scheduled to air March 4 on the Discovery Channel, argues that 10 small caskets, called ossuaries, discovered in 1980 in a Jerusalem suburb may have held the bones of Jesus and his family.”

Cameron announced the finding of Jesus’ business card, advertising the services of a “carpenter, public speaker and leper therapist.”

James Cameron?  Jesus must be down on His luck.  Just imagine what a better director would have discovered….

Walking in the Little Italy section of Rome, Director Martin Scorsese found the body of Jesus.  The literal Godfather had been shot in the head six times and His body stuffed in the trunk of a chariot. 

Opening the exhibit of “Sex Toys of Antiquity” at the Baltimore Art Institute and Flea Market, Director John Waters announced the discovery of Jesus’ body and an even bigger surprise!  “Actually, the name should be Jessica Christine.”

Swimming through rivers of lava, fighting through hordes of demons, and balancing his shooting schedule with the demands of the Royal Shakespeare Company, Peter Jackson found the pixels of Jesus.

Michael Moore announced that Jesus had been killed by a right-wing conspiracy of the Military-Industrial Complex.   (Actually, we already knew that.)

The Quality of Mercy

Posted in English Stew on February 25th, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – 2 Comments

Mercy was the stock and trade of the Roman Empire. True, an Empire of mad Caesars, blood-crazed mobs and well-fed lions would not seem very charitable or lenient. (You could ask a Carthaginian if there were any left.) However, in its original Latin, mercy had nothing to do with virtue. It meant “trade.” The Latin word “mercari” proved remarkably versatile, the root for market, merchant, mercenary and even the name of a God. Fleet-footed and sleight-of-hand, Mercury was the patron of traders…and thieves. Mercari also provided France a way to say “thank you.” Finally, and unintentionally, mercari became the English word for clemency.

Let’s begin this mercurial odyssey. The Romans introduced “mercari” to Gaul but it hardly made a good first impression. After all, at Roman insistence, the Gaulish traded their liberty, land and livestock in exchange for the right to keep breathing. For four centuries, mercari meant supplying the local garrison with wine and pornographic pottery. Beginning in the fifth century, however, the word was reinvented, “new and improved” by a software company called Christianity.

Its sales force understood the principles of marketing. Prospective converts needed an incentive if they were to trade Jove for Jesus. So, the missionaries offered their customers a mercedes. No, it was not a deluxe German chariot, but it was a miracle of marketing. The word mercedes , in fact, was a variation of mercari, but its meaning had been embellished and burnished. A mercedes was more than a mere trade; it was a bargain, a reward, a blessing!

Those missionaries made a compelling sales pitch, guaranteeing morality and salvation. All that paganism could promise was provocative theater. The Gaulish realized which religion was the mercedes. In the fifth century, the conquering Franks came to the same conclusion and traded in Wotan. Since mercedes was synonymous with reward or blessing, the French began saying it to express appreciation. They did abridge it to two syllables-“merci”-but the French were never long on gratitude.

The English learned “mercy” from the Normans, and the lesson was in both Latin and French. The Norman conquerors included bishops as well as barons. The new prelates of England were bound by the tenets of Christianity, and the Church still promised “mercedes.” However, after six centuries in the Dark Ages, the Church really wasn’t feeling chipper. In this bleak 11th century perspective, the world was sinful, and mankind was unworthy of God’s mercedes. Such blessings were an undeserved favor. Of course, the Norman clergy were eager to terrorize their conquered congregations, promising eternal damnation unless the English proved abjectly servile. Even then, their hope of salvation was slim, dependent upon the generosity of Heaven. Any fate other than Hell was an act of mercedes.

Living under the Normans, the English already had a familiarity with Hell. The Normans were descended from Vikings who had overrun France. Over a century, they had acquired a facade of French culture, although the Norman idea of Christian conduct was limited to shaving. Now the new masters of England, they made no attempt to endear themselves to their subjects. On the contrary, the Normans routinely terrorized the English to teach them their place-with the livestock. The battered and cowed English became accustomed to abuse and degradation.

Then, the unexpected occurred in the 12th century. It might have been during Lent or in the wake of the Chivalry craze. An English servant had just finished his debasing drudgery (perhaps licking the stables) and now expected to receive a slap or a kick from the Norman lord or lady. Instead, the Norman muttered “merci.” The servant kept waiting for some affliction but nothing happened. The Norman repeated “merci” and waved the Englishman away. The amazed and relieved servant had never before heard the word “merci” but he could guess its meaning. The Norman was saying, “I won’t hurt you.”

By the 13th century, the distortion of mercedes and the misinterpretation of merci had converged into our meaning of mercy. So, from Roman greed, medieval gloom and Norman arrogance, we derived an expression of virtue. Whether or nor mankind is inherently sinful, we are habitually ironic.

The Politics of Science

Posted in General, On This Day on February 22nd, 2007 by Eugene Finerman – Be the first to comment

We know that the White House ignores all the evidence of evolution, global warning and gravity. When the truth is inconvenient, and the facts are incriminating, one can find great solace in ignorance. There are times and societies where stupidity is a dogma. For example, in 16th century Spain the Inquisition regarded the practice of reading on a Saturday as suspiciously Jewish. And you know how the Inquisition dealt with suspicions. People can be as flammable as books.

And in our time, General Pinochet had similar suspicions for similar reasons. During his tyranny, Chile’s colleges were discouraged from teaching the Theory of Relativity. Albert Einstein apparently was not a practicing Catholic. (However, Pinochet was quite enthusiastic about the economic ideas of Milton Friedman, but then those people are so good at usury.)

Now lest I be picketed by the Knights of Columbus, I must mention an example of willful ignorance by Protestant liberals. In 1582, the Catholic Church presented an updated and far more accurate version of the calendar. However, Protestant England refused to acknowledge the improvement, as if there were a Jesuit lurking behind every page of the calendar. Of course, naming the calendar for Pope Gregory was not exactly ecumenical either. Rather than give a Catholic credit for anything, England adhered to the old Julian calendar. (Apparently, an inaccurate pagan was preferable to an accurate Catholic.)

Finally, in 1752 Britain begrudgingly adopted the Gregorian Calendar. At least, the American Colonies did not revolt over that; but it was a confusing transistion. For example, George Washington had to adjust the celebration of his birthday. The twenty-year-old thought he had been born on February 11th. According to the new calendar, however, he should have been celebrating on February 22nd.

And most of us will honor him today. The White House may still think that it is February 11th.