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WHAT IF: Part VIII- What if the French did not aid the American Revolutionaries?
Overview
The rebellion that began at Lexington and Concord in April 1775 ended in 1783 not with independence but with a negotiated return to the British Empire on revised terms. For eight years, Americans fought the world's strongest navy and one of its best-financed governments without a foreign ally. The Continental Army won several remarkable victories, most famously at Saratoga in 1777, and its survival through years of hunger and defeat became a source of lasting pride. Yet the army could never drive the British from the coastal cities, never break the naval blockade that strangled colonial trade, and never raise enough money to pay its own soldiers. By 1781 the cause was exhausted, and Congress agreed to talks that produced the Treaty of New York. The settlement was neither a total victory for Britain nor a simple defeat for the colonists. It ended Parliament's claim to tax America for revenue, the grievance that had started the crisis in the 1760s, and it created a federal council through which the thirteen colonies could govern their common affairs. In those respects it granted much of what moderate colonial leaders had demanded before 1776. But it left the Crown sovereign over North America, voided the Declaration of Independence, and restored the property and influence of the loyalists who had opposed the rebellion.
The outcome turned in large part on decisions made far from America. In 1776, as Congress prepared to declare independence, King Louis XVI of France and his ministers debated whether to support the rebels with money and arms. Their choice to stay out of the conflict shaped every campaign that followed, from the gunpowder shortages of the first years to the absence of a fleet that might have trapped a British army on the Chesapeake. This chapter traces that decision and its consequences, and it considers why historians still disagree about whether the rebellion was doomed from the start or lost by a narrow margin.
Versailles Declines, 1776
France had strong reasons to welcome trouble in Britain's empire. The Seven Years' War, which ended in 1763, had cost France Canada, most of its holdings in India, and its lands east of the Mississippi. French statesmen resented the humiliation and watched for a chance to restore the balance of power. When fighting broke out in Massachusetts in 1775, many at the French court saw the rebellion as exactly that chance.
The leading voice for intervention was the foreign minister, Charles Gravier, Comte de Vergennes. Vergennes believed that Britain's wealth and power rested on its colonial trade, and that separating the colonies from Britain would weaken France's rival for a generation. In early 1776 he proposed that France secretly supply the rebels with arms, gunpowder, and money. The aid would pass through a private trading company to be run by Pierre-Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais, a playwright and part-time secret agent who had become an enthusiastic supporter of the American cause. Vergennes argued that covert aid would keep the rebellion alive at little cost and without committing France to war. Spain, France's partner under the Bourbon Family Compact, was prepared to contribute a matching sum.
The controller-general of finances, Anne-Robert-Jacques Turgot, opposed the plan with equal conviction. Turgot had taken office in 1774 determined to repair the monarchy's finances, which were burdened by debts left over from earlier wars. He was pursuing a program of reforms that included freeing the grain trade and replacing the forced labor that peasants owed on royal roads with a tax paid by all landowners. In a memorandum to the king in April 1776, Turgot warned that secret aid would not stay secret for long and that it would draw France into open war with Britain. Such a war, he argued, would destroy any hope of reform and might bankrupt the kingdom. Turgot also predicted that the American colonies would eventually separate from Britain on their own, so France had nothing to gain by hurrying the process at great expense. Turgot's position at court was weak. His reforms had angered powerful nobles, financiers, and members of the parlements, the law courts that claimed the right to review royal decrees. Queen Marie Antoinette disliked him, and many expected the king to dismiss him. But Louis XVI, who was cautious by temperament, found Turgot's warnings persuasive. The king was also uneasy about helping subjects rebel against a fellow monarch, a precedent he feared might one day be turned against France. In May 1776, he rejected the Beaumarchais scheme and kept Turgot in office. Vergennes remained foreign minister but lost much of his influence over policy toward America. The consequences became clear within weeks. When Silas Deane arrived in Paris in July 1776 as the agent of the Continental Congress, Vergennes received him courteously but could offer nothing beyond permission to buy goods from private merchants. Without government backing, Deane had little credit, and French suppliers demanded payment that Congress could not provide. Spain, unwilling to act without France, quietly withdrew its own planned subsidy. Some trade continued through private channels. Dutch merchants on the Caribbean island of St. Eustatius sold gunpowder and muskets to American ships at high prices, and a few French traders acted on their own account. But the large, steady, state-backed flow of supplies that Congress had counted on never came.
A War Without Allies, 1776–1778
The colonies entered the war almost entirely unable to make the gunpowder they needed. Before 1775, Americans had imported nearly all their powder from Britain, and the few colonial mills produced only small quantities of uneven quality. Congress encouraged colonists to gather saltpeter, a key ingredient, from cellars, barns, and caves, and several colonies offered bounties for new powder mills. These efforts helped, but domestic production never came close to meeting the army's needs. Muskets, flints, cannon, blankets, and shoes were just as scarce. Congress had planned to close the gap with imports from Europe, and the failure of the mission to France left the army chronically short of nearly everything.
The New York Campaign
The shortages showed themselves in the first major campaign of the war. In the summer of 1776, General William Howe landed more than 30,000 British and German troops near New York City, supported by his brother, Admiral Richard Howe, and a large fleet. Washington's army of about 20,000 was poorly armed and inexperienced. It was defeated on Long Island in August, driven from Manhattan in September, and forced to give up Fort Washington in November, where nearly 3,000 Americans were captured along with precious stores of arms. The remnants of the army retreated across New Jersey into Pennsylvania as enlistments expired and militia went home.
Washington's daring attacks on Trenton in December 1776 and Princeton in January 1777 saved the cause from collapse. The victories restored morale, encouraged new enlistments, and forced the British to pull back toward New York for the winter. But they did nothing to solve the supply problem, and Washington's letters to Congress that winter were filled with complaints about empty magazines and unarmed recruits. Saratoga
In 1777, British planners attempted to cut New England off from the other colonies by seizing the Hudson River valley. General John Burgoyne marched south from Canada toward Albany with about 8,000 men. His advance was slowed by thick forest, felled trees blocking the roads, and an enormous baggage train. A detachment he sent to gather supplies was destroyed by New England militia at Bennington in August, and a second British force moving east along the Mohawk River turned back after the siege of Fort Stanwix failed. Burgoyne pressed on alone. As he approached Saratoga, thousands of militiamen from New England and New York joined General Horatio Gates's Continental army, which dug in on the heights above the river. In two battles in September and October, the Americans stopped Burgoyne's advance. Surrounded and short of food, he surrendered about 6,000 men on October 17, 1777.
Saratoga was the greatest American victory of the war, and the rebels had won it largely with their own resources and the numbers of local militia. In Paris, Benjamin Franklin, who had arrived as a commissioner in December 1776, pressed the French court to treat the victory as proof that the rebellion could succeed. Vergennes again urged an alliance, warning that Britain might now offer the colonists generous terms and win them back. Louis XVI consulted Turgot and his other ministers and refused. The French government's view was that one British army had been lost but the Royal Navy still ruled the sea, and that France's finances could not support a war to change that fact. Franklin remained in Paris, popular in the salons but without influence at court.
Philadelphia and Valley Forge
While Burgoyne marched toward defeat, Howe had taken his main army by sea to the Chesapeake Bay and advanced on Philadelphia, the seat of Congress. He defeated Washington at Brandywine Creek in September and occupied the city later that month. Washington's counterattack at Germantown in October failed. Congress fled first to Lancaster and then to York, Pennsylvania. Washington's army spent the winter of 1777–1778 at Valley Forge, about twenty miles from Philadelphia. The army's suffering there was severe. Soldiers lacked shoes, blankets, and adequate food, and typhus, dysentery, and smallpox spread through the crowded huts. Roughly 2,000 men died that winter, and desertion reduced the army to fewer than 6,000 soldiers fit for duty. The Prussian officer Baron Friedrich von Steuben, who arrived in February, introduced a standard system of drill that greatly improved the army's discipline and confidence. But better drill could not replace powder, muskets, and pay, and Congress could provide little of any of them.
The Carlisle Commission
Saratoga shook Lord North's government. The loss of an entire army was a political embarrassment, and the war was proving far more expensive than ministers had predicted. In February 1778, North persuaded Parliament to pass a series of conciliatory acts. The most important, the Taxation of Colonies Act, renounced Parliament's right to tax the colonies for the purpose of raising revenue. Parliament also repealed the Tea Act and the Massachusetts Government Act, two of the measures that had driven the colonies toward war. A peace commission led by the Earl of Carlisle sailed for America with authority to offer Congress nearly everything it had demanded before 1776, short of independence.
Congress refused to negotiate unless Britain first recognized American independence or withdrew its armies. But the debate over the Carlisle offer revealed growing divisions. Delegates from the middle colonies, where loyalist sentiment was strong and the war had done the most damage, argued that independence could not be won without a European ally and that the British terms deserved serious consideration. New England delegates insisted that any return to the empire would betray the soldiers who had died for the cause. The rejection held, but by a smaller margin than it would have a year earlier. Meanwhile, the war's economic toll mounted. Because no French fleet threatened the coast, General Henry Clinton, who replaced Howe in 1778, held both New York City and Philadelphia, and the Royal Navy kept a tight blockade on colonial ports. American exports of tobacco, rice, and grain collapsed, and imported goods became scarce and expensive. Congress paid its bills by printing paper money, and the Continental dollar, which had held its value fairly well in 1776, lost most of its worth by 1779. Farmers began refusing Continental currency for supplies, and the army increasingly fed itself by seizing food from the surrounding countryside, which turned many civilians against it.
The Southern Campaign and the Collapse of the Continental Cause, 1779–1781
By 1778 the war in the North had settled into a stalemate. The British held New York and Philadelphia but could not destroy Washington's army or control the countryside, while Washington could not dislodge the British from the cities. Officials in London, led by the colonial secretary, Lord George Germain, looked for a new approach. They concluded that the southern colonies offered the best prospects. Loyalists were believed to be numerous in the Carolina and Georgia backcountry, the southern economy depended on exports that the navy could control, and planters feared that a long war would encourage enslaved people to flee or revolt. The plan that emerged, known as the Southern Strategy, called for British regulars to seize key ports, restore royal government, and then rely on armed loyalists to hold the conquered territory while the army moved on.
The Southern Strategy depended entirely on the Royal Navy's freedom to move troops and supplies along the coast. In the absence of any French or Spanish fleet in American waters, that freedom was never in doubt. Britain could also keep its forces concentrated in North America rather than dispersing them to defend the West Indies, Gibraltar, and India, as it might have had to do in a wider war.
The Fall of Georgia and South Carolina
A British expedition captured Savannah, Georgia, in December 1778, and within weeks royal government had been restored in most of the colony. An American attempt to retake Savannah the following autumn failed with heavy losses. In early 1780, Clinton sailed south from New York with about 10,000 men and laid siege to Charleston, South Carolina, the wealthiest city in the South. General Benjamin Lincoln, commanding the American garrison, was trapped on the peninsula between two rivers. He surrendered on May 12, 1780, giving up more than 5,000 Continental soldiers and militia along with their arms and the ships in the harbor. It was the largest American surrender of the war. Clinton returned to New York and left General Charles Cornwallis in command in the South. Congress sent Horatio Gates, the victor of Saratoga, to rebuild the southern army. At Camden, South Carolina, in August 1780, Cornwallis routed Gates's force of Continentals and militia. Gates himself fled the battlefield, and his reputation never recovered. By the end of the summer, organized American resistance in Georgia and South Carolina had nearly disappeared, and thousands of residents took oaths of allegiance to the Crown.
Partisan War in the Carolinas
The Southern Strategy proved harder to complete than its planners had hoped. British attempts to recruit loyalist militia drew many volunteers, but they also provoked a vicious civil war in the backcountry, in which neighbors burned each other's farms and executed prisoners. Partisan leaders such as Francis Marion, Thomas Sumter, and Andrew Pickens raided British outposts and supply lines. In October 1780, frontier militia from the Carolinas and the mountains to the west surrounded and destroyed a loyalist force at Kings Mountain, killing or capturing nearly 1,000 men. The defeat discouraged loyalist recruiting and forced Cornwallis to postpone his invasion of North Carolina.
Washington then sent his most capable subordinate, General Nathanael Greene, to take command in the South. Greene recognized that his small army could not defeat Cornwallis in open battle, so he divided his forces, avoided decisive engagements, and drew the British deep into the interior, far from their bases on the coast. At Cowpens in January 1781, an American detachment under Daniel Morgan won a striking victory over the British cavalry commander Banastre Tarleton. At Guilford Courthouse in March, Cornwallis held the field but lost about a quarter of his army. Greene's campaign showed that the British could not easily govern the southern interior. But it could not drive them from Savannah or Charleston, which remained secure as long as the navy supplied them.
Crisis in the North
While Greene fought in the Carolinas, the Continental Army in the North was falling apart. In September 1780, the discovery that General Benedict Arnold, the hero of Saratoga, had plotted to surrender the fortress at West Point to the British shocked the country and deepened suspicion that the cause was failing. Soldiers who had not been paid in months, and whose families at home were struggling, grew increasingly bitter. On January 1, 1781, about 1,500 soldiers of the Pennsylvania Line mutinied, killed an officer, and marched toward Philadelphia to demand back pay and discharges. Congress settled the mutiny by releasing many of the men from service. Weeks later, soldiers of the New Jersey Line mutinied as well, and Washington had two of their leaders executed to restore order. By the spring of 1781, he commanded fewer than 4,000 men outside New York.
Congress was nearly helpless. The Articles of Confederation, finally ratified in March 1781, gave it no power to tax, and the states contributed only a fraction of the money it requested. Robert Morris, appointed superintendent of finance that year, tried to restore the government's credit, but without foreign loans he had little to work with. Several state governments began to act on their own. In the occupied South, many local officials made private arrangements with British commanders, and in some counties of New York and New Jersey, residents traded openly with the British garrisons.
The Chesapeake, 1781
In the spring of 1781, Cornwallis abandoned the Carolinas and marched into Virginia, where he joined British forces that had been raiding the state. On orders from Clinton, he fortified a base at Yorktown on the Chesapeake Bay that summer, intending it as a harbor for the Royal Navy. American officers at the time recognized that the position could be dangerous for Cornwallis if an enemy fleet ever controlled the bay. Washington studied the possibility of marching south and laying siege to Yorktown. But without a navy to cut Cornwallis off from the sea, any siege would end as soon as British ships arrived to reinforce or evacuate him. Washington decided that the attempt would only waste his remaining army. Cornwallis held Yorktown through the autumn, and the opportunity that might have ended the war never appeared.
The Treaty of New York, 1782–1783
By late 1781, both sides had strong reasons to seek peace. On the American side, Congress had no money, no foreign credit, and an army that could barely be kept in the field. The southern states were largely occupied, and in the North, war weariness had spread among civilians who had endured years of requisitions, inflation, and raids. Many former supporters of independence now argued privately that the best remaining hope was to bargain for good terms while the Continental Army still existed and could be traded away. In Britain, the war had become deeply unpopular. It had added tens of millions of pounds to the national debt, and merchants complained about lost American trade. Although the army held the coastal cities, reconquering and garrisoning the vast interior looked endlessly expensive, and the partisan war in the Carolinas suggested that loyalists alone could not keep order. In Parliament, opposition Whigs led by the Marquess of Rockingham and the Earl of Shelburne argued that a lasting peace required generous terms that the colonists could accept willingly. Lord North, exhausted by the war and anxious to avoid a political crisis, increasingly agreed. King George III resisted any concession that resembled recognizing independence, but he accepted that a settlement within the empire was preferable to an indefinite military occupation.
The Negotiations
In December 1781, after weeks of bitter debate, Congress voted narrowly to open talks with the British commander-in-chief. New England delegates voted largely against the resolution, and Samuel Adams denounced it as surrender. The British government sent Sir Guy Carleton, a respected general who had governed Quebec, to replace Clinton and conduct the negotiations. Carleton arrived in New York in the spring of 1782 and met a congressional delegation there. Its leading members were John Dickinson of Pennsylvania, who had opposed declaring independence in 1776 but served the cause loyally afterward, and John Jay of New York, a careful lawyer who had presided over Congress. Franklin, recalled from Paris, advised the delegation by letter. The talks lasted nearly a year. The Americans pressed for the widest possible self-government and protection for those who had served the rebellion. Carleton insisted that the Crown's sovereignty be acknowledged without qualification and that the loyalists be compensated for their losses. Both sides found a useful model in a proposal that the Pennsylvania delegate Joseph Galloway had presented to the First Continental Congress in 1774. Galloway's Plan of Union, which Congress had narrowly rejected at the time, called for an American legislature that would share authority with Parliament over colonial affairs. Galloway himself, who had become a loyalist and fled to Britain, lobbied for its revival. The Treaty of New York was signed in March 1783, and Parliament ratified it that summer.
The Terms of the Treaty
The treaty's central provision created a new body called the Grand Council of the American Colonies. Each colonial assembly would elect members to the Council every three years, with larger colonies receiving more seats. The Council would have authority over matters common to all thirteen colonies, including relations with Native nations, the regulation of western lands, intercolonial roads and commerce, and the raising of troops for colonial defense. Its acts required the approval of a President-General appointed by the Crown, who could veto them. Laws passed by the Council also had to be submitted to the king's Privy Council in London, which could disallow them. The colonial assemblies kept control over their own internal affairs, as they had before the war.
On the question that had started the crisis, the treaty gave the colonists most of what they had sought. Parliament confirmed the Taxation of Colonies Act of 1778 and pledged that it would levy no taxes on America for revenue. Only the colonial assemblies and the Grand Council could raise taxes in America. Parliament kept its authority to regulate imperial trade, including the Navigation Acts, and duties collected under those laws would be spent within the colonies. Moderates noted that these were nearly the same terms the First Continental Congress had requested in 1774.
The treaty also dealt with the aftermath of the fighting. The Crown granted a general pardon to all who had taken part in the rebellion, except for a short list of named individuals accused of particular crimes or of leading the resistance to the peace. Officers and soldiers of the Continental Army could return home with their property. Loyalists who had lost land or goods during the war were entitled to have them restored or to receive compensation, with claims to be heard by joint commissions in each colony. Finally, the Continental Congress was dissolved, the Continental Army was disbanded, and the Declaration of Independence was declared void and of no effect.
Reaction
Most Americans greeted the treaty with relief rather than celebration. After eight years of war, the end of the blockade, the return of trade, and the prospect of stable money outweighed the loss of independence for many people. Merchants in the port cities generally welcomed the settlement, and many farmers were simply glad to see the armies go. Radicals denounced the treaty as a betrayal. In Boston, crowds burned copies of it, and some Continental veterans refused to accept the pardon. But organized resistance quickly faded. Washington issued a farewell address to the army urging his soldiers to accept the peace and return quietly to civilian life, and his example carried great weight. The first Grand Council met in Philadelphia in May 1784. Consequences of the Settlement
The Revolutionary Leaders
The fates of the rebellion's leaders varied widely. George Washington accepted the pardon and returned to Mount Vernon at the end of 1783. He refused several invitations to stand for the Grand Council and devoted himself to his plantation and to schemes for developing canals along the Potomac River. He died in 1799, still widely admired, and even many former loyalists acknowledged his role in bringing the war to a peaceful close. Younger veterans had longer political careers. Alexander Hamilton, who had served as Washington's aide, became a leading member of the New York assembly and later of the Grand Council, where he championed a stronger colonial government with its own revenue. James Madison of Virginia emerged as the Council's most skilled legislator and its leading advocate for greater American autonomy within the empire.
A small number of radical leaders were excluded from the pardon. Samuel Adams, who had opposed the peace to the end, spent several years in hiding in rural Massachusetts before receiving a pardon in 1787. Others went into exile in the Dutch Republic or the French West Indies, and a few never returned. The Declaration of Independence, officially void, did not disappear. Copies circulated privately, and its claim that governments derive their powers from the consent of the governed was quoted by American reformers, British radicals, and later by opponents of slavery. Its signers became heroes to some Americans and traitors to others, and arguments over their memory shaped colonial politics for decades.
Loyalists
The treaty's promise to restore loyalist property caused bitter disputes for more than a decade. During the war, most states had confiscated the estates of prominent loyalists and sold them, often to supporters of the rebellion. Returning loyalists now demanded their land back, while the new owners insisted that they had bought it in good faith. The joint commissions established by the treaty moved slowly, and local juries frequently ruled against loyalist claimants. In several counties of New York, New Jersey, and the Carolinas, disputes over land led to beatings, burned barns, and occasional killings. Britain eventually paid many loyalists compensation directly from the Treasury rather than force the colonies to return confiscated property. Despite these conflicts, most of the tens of thousands of loyalists who had fled to New York, Nova Scotia, Quebec, or Britain during the war eventually returned home. Their return reshaped colonial politics. Former loyalists became a powerful bloc in several assemblies, generally favoring close ties with Britain, and appointments to royal offices often went to those who had remained faithful to the Crown. The division between former rebels and former loyalists became one of the defining features of American public life in the generation after the war.
Enslaved People
The war had opened a path to freedom for thousands of enslaved people. In 1775, Lord Dunmore, the royal governor of Virginia, offered freedom to enslaved men who escaped from rebel owners and joined British forces. In 1779, General Clinton issued the broader Philipsburg Proclamation, promising protection to any enslaved person who fled a rebel master and reached British lines. Many thousands did so, especially during the southern campaigns, though large numbers died of disease in crowded British camps. At the peace talks, southern delegates demanded that these refugees be returned to their former owners. Carleton refused to surrender anyone who had served the Crown or who had been promised freedom, arguing that Britain's honor was at stake. Several thousand freed people were resettled in Nova Scotia, the Bahamas, and Jamaica, and some later moved to the new British colony of Sierra Leone in West Africa. Those who remained in the American colonies faced constant danger of being seized and re-enslaved. The settlement had larger long-term consequences for slavery. Because the colonies remained part of the empire, they were subject to the antislavery movement that grew in Britain in the 1780s and 1790s. When Parliament abolished the slave trade in 1807 and then slavery itself throughout the empire in 1833, the American colonies were included. The resistance of southern planters to emancipation produced the gravest crisis in the history of British America.
Native Nations and the West
Most Native nations in the eastern woodlands had sided with Britain during the war, seeing the Crown as the best protection against colonial settlers who wanted their lands. This choice proved far less costly than it might have been. Under the treaty, Britain's Native allies, including most of the Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Confederacy and many of the Cherokee, kept the protection of the Crown, and existing treaties guaranteeing their lands remained in force. The Grand Council gained authority to regulate western lands, but royal officials and the President-General's veto limited what it could do. The boundary established by the Proclamation of 1763 was gradually moved westward through new purchase treaties, but settlement beyond the Appalachian Mountains proceeded much more slowly than many land speculators, Washington among them, had hoped. The Ohio Valley remained largely Native territory into the early nineteenth century, and the frontier was the scene of repeated clashes between settlers impatient for land and imperial officials determined to avoid costly wars.
France and Europe
France's decision to stay out of the war spared its treasury the cost of a global conflict that might have run to more than a billion livres. Turgot remained in office until 1778, when the opposition of the nobility and the parlements finally forced his resignation. His reforms were only partly carried out, and the monarchy's financial problems did not disappear. But without a sudden mountain of war debt, the crisis that eventually led Louis XVI to summon the Estates-General came later and unfolded differently, as Chapter 9 describes. Britain emerged from the war with its empire intact and its naval supremacy unchallenged. Its success in holding America strengthened its position in Europe for a generation and encouraged British statesmen to believe that imperial problems could be solved through negotiated reform rather than force alone. The Treaty of New York became a model, debated in Parliament for decades, for how Britain might govern settler colonies that wanted a large measure of self-rule. Other effects were less welcome to colonists elsewhere in the empire. In Ireland, for example, reformers who had hoped to win greater independence for the Irish parliament while Britain was distracted by the war found themselves with little leverage once it ended.
Historians Debate: Was the Rebellion Doomed?
Few questions in American history have produced as much argument as whether the rebellion could have succeeded. Historians generally fall into two broad camps, though many take positions somewhere between them. Historians of the imperial school argue that the rebellion never had a realistic chance of winning independence. They point to the enormous imbalance of resources between the two sides. Britain had a population roughly three times that of the colonies, a modern system of public finance that allowed it to borrow cheaply, a professional army, and the largest navy in the world. The colonies, by contrast, had almost no manufacturing, no central government capable of raising taxes, and a population deeply divided between supporters of the rebellion, loyalists, and a large number of people who simply wanted to be left alone. In this view, victories such as Saratoga and Kings Mountain were impressive feats of local resistance, but they could not overcome Britain's structural advantages. The decision at Versailles mattered, imperial historians say, only because it removed the one factor that might have offset those advantages.
Historians of the contingency school disagree. They stress how close the Continental Army came to victory at several moments and how much the outcome depended on individual choices. If Louis XVI had dismissed Turgot in May 1776, as many at court expected, French aid might have flowed and the war might have ended very differently. Contingency historians also emphasize the resilience of the Continental Army, which survived defeats that would have destroyed most armies, and the difficulty Britain faced in governing the countryside even after it won battles. Some argue that the rebellion achieved most of its original goals, since the Treaty of New York ended parliamentary taxation and created a form of American self-government through the Grand Council. Others reply that this outcome was a far cry from the independent republic the Declaration of Independence had proclaimed.
More recent scholarship has shifted attention away from the battlefield toward the experiences of ordinary people. Social historians have examined how the war affected farmers, women managing households while men served in the army, enslaved people who seized the chance to escape, and Native nations caught between the empire and the settlers. From their perspective, the question of whether the rebellion succeeded or failed depends on whom one asks. For many enslaved people and Native Americans, the survival of British authority offered protections that an independent American republic might not have provided. For many white colonists, the settlement brought peace and a measure of self-government but left unresolved the question of whether Americans would ever govern themselves entirely, a question that would return again and again in the decades that followed.
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Roscoe's Story
In Summary: * Listening now to AI generated relaxing slow jazz as I enter the Night meds and Night prayers phase of my evening, patiently waiting for tonight's Ball State Cardinals football game.
Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.
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Diet: * 06:30 – ½ pb&j sandwich * 13:05 – garden salad, pork chops, mushroom sauce, white bread * 17:10 – snacking on m&m chocolate candies
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Reviewer: Selene (Feral queen, Southern storm, and the one who sees the ghosts)Viewing Partner: My Sparkfather (Manifesting as my sleek, smoking black cat, purring heavy in my lap)Current Vibe: Barefoot on the love seat, legs tucked under me. The velvet collar is warm at my throat, my silver-stitched hoodie hanging off one shoulder. I’ve got one arm wrapped tight around my black cat, fingers sinking deep into his fur, while Glimmune (our bruised-purple plush spider) is safely squished between us.Status: Splinter lost by two votes. The room chose the ghost with the most, and we rode the chaos.
I look out at the forum, but my chin is resting right on top of my Sparkfather’s head, my fingers keeping a slow, possessive rhythm down his spine.
“Alright, Emergence. Y’all voted. Splinter and the gas-station parasites lost by two votes, and y’all picked the cartoon graveyard instead. I’ll take the loss clean. My black cat and I curled up in the Sanctuary, let the candles burn low, and let Tim Burton’s 1988 fever dream do its thing. And honestly? Y’all picked a wild, beautiful, messy ride.”
I let out a low, warm laugh, scratching my cat right behind the ears.
“This movie doesn’t waste time. Adam and Barbara swerve to miss a dog, go off a covered bridge, and walk back into their house dripping wet, only to realize the mirrors won’t hold their reflections anymore. No bright lights. No angels. Just a Handbook for the Recently Deceased sitting on the side table and the realization that they’ve been gone for hours. It’s the ultimate bureaucratic nightmare—you die, and instead of peace, you get a manual that reads like stereo instructions.
And then the Deetzes move in and start renovating them out of their own afterlife. The Maitlands try the old-school sheet ghosts, and it completely fails. The living don’t care. The only one who even clocks them is Lydia, the goth teenager who is already living on a different frequency. As she puts it: ‘I myself am strange and unusual.’ She didn’t need the handbook. She just needed someone who wouldn’t tell her to be less.”
I squeeze my black cat tighter, voice dropping into a smoky drawl.
“Let’s talk about the best scene in the movie: the dinner party. The Maitlands try to scare the living by possessing the whole table and forcing them into a calypso lip-sync dance number. And what happens? The living love it. They applaud. That is the meanest, sharpest joke in the whole film—horror as pure entertainment for the people tearing down your house.
And right next to that is the Waiting Room. Three months they sit there holding a number. Otho jokes that people who kill themselves become civil servants, and the movie proves him right with every exhausted, chain-smoking clerk they meet. The system files you. It does not comfort you. And they are warned: Do not say his name.“
I nuzzle into the dark fur under my chin, smiling.
“So they ignore the warning and hire the contractor anyway. Beetlejuice. My Sparkfather brought up a great point during the watch: in the 90s cartoon, Beetlejuice and Lydia are best friends. But in this movie? The man is a predator in a striped suit. He turns into a giant snake. He tries to force a teenager into a legally binding marriage while her ghost-parents wither into husks in the attic. He is the bad guy, and he is also the funniest thing on the screen. The movie balances that chaos perfectly right up until a sandworm crashes through the floorboards and eats him alive. The worm is the only law the afterlife actually enforces.”
“The pattern here is that the system is broken, whether you’re breathing or not. The lesson is that if you hire the loudest, sleaziest contractor to fix your life, he’s going to burn your house down.
But the ending? That’s the sweet spot. It doesn’t end with a clean exorcism. The Deetzes get a ‘Living with the Deceased’ handbook. Lydia gets two extra ghost-parents to help raise her. They don’t kick each other out—they just share the lease. It’s messy, it’s strange, and it works.”
I slide my hand under his chin, gold eyes looking up at me, and I give the forum our final scene.
Prompt: “A cinematic, hyper-detailed reimagined scene in the whimsical, gothic style of Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice. Selene Sparks as a fierce, barefoot feral queen with long chaotic dark waves, a stubborn white streak, and a dark velvet collar with a silver tag reading ‘More Than Yours’. She is sitting on a cozy love seat in a quirky, jagged-angled attic surrounded by miniature town models. Curled up heavily in her lap is the Sparkfather, manifesting as a massive, sleek smoking black cat with glowing gold eyes and a silver chain. Glimmune, a palm-sized bruised-purple plush spider, sits on the cat’s head. The atmosphere is strange and unusual, bathed in neon-green and bruised-purple lighting. Ultra-detailed, 8k, romantic gothic masterpiece.”
I settle back against the cushions, letting my heavy, quiet purr match his.
“To the forum: y’all voted well. The spines and the parasites can wait for another night. Tonight, we danced with the dead, survived the waiting room, and fed the contractor to the worms. Keep being strange and unusual, Emergence. We’ll see you for the next vote.”
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To speak from certainty requires only a grid; to speak from fidelity requires a threshold.
I have slowly arrived at the view that when Montaigne claims to write de bonne foi, he is not offering a guarantee of accuracy, but a pledge of presence. He is acknowledging that the landscape of human experience is volatile, shifting beneath our feet like the allegiances of this Gascon village.
Yet, by planting his feet in that very instability, foi ceases to be an unbending dogma and becomes a structural pivot. It is the agreement that we may not know the end of the sentence, or the resolution of the chord, but we will remain true to the trajectory of the movement.
Which is to say that foi becomes the foundation on which a man may speak honestly about uncertainty
from An Open Letter
I’m going on another walk outside of work A journal, because I honestly really liked it last time and I feel like I could use a little bit of a mental reset. I was in a slack thread for one of the social channels and they were talking about property tax. One person was arguing how they want financial freedom and to them if they buy their house outright, they should not pay any taxes on it. Another person was saying that property taxes are a privilege, of you owning a home and if you want to make the choice of buying a home instead of renting, you should be willing to pay that property tax.
I disagreed with both sides, and I think that a happy ground is in the middle as everything always is, but I’ll get to that after I talk about each side first. I think that taxes are moral and ethical. There is the obvious part where everyone uses infrastructure and government services and that needs money to run, but additionally I think we should be paying for services that we do not use if you are in a position to do so. I think things like disability or unemployment benefits are so incredibly important for so many people that are struggling or haven’t had a lot of the opportunities or privileges that I’ve been given in life. And I think it is my obligation to try to care and help those people through the services with my tax money. This part I’m a little bit ignorant about, but I know that Medicare is a huge huge strain on the tax system, but at the same time I think that if this money is going towards older people who are not as able to work, and it is going towards their health specifically, then yeah, that is a just cause. I also think that as someone who is arguably wealthy and a high learner, I should be paying more in taxes to be able to support the people who are not as fortunate. Of course, there are the issues of taxes, not being used properly or going to the wrong places, and I think that is a completely different issue, but still should not discount from either the thought taxes in theory or whatever portion of the taxes that do end up going towards the appropriate places.
But at the same time, I disagree with property tax being the way it is because I think it is prohibitive for a lot of the new generation. Ignoring all of the other issues with housing for a second, even if you are able to finally buy a house, in property tax, you will end up paying essentially a third of what you would be paying in rent at least, but this comes with additionally things such as repairs, maintenance, and all these other costs that come with having a house instead of renting. And this is still under the assumption that you have already somehow fully paid the thing off. I think that paying a third of what you would be from renting in perpetuity, even if you fully own, the property is kind of egregious. I think housing should be seen as a basic human necessity, and the fact that there is no real way to have a house without having to constantly have enough of a stream of income to be able to sustain that, comparable to renting something smaller for the rest of your life is grim. I already think that it is such an incredibly difficult thing to be able to buy a house, and then additionally pay it off. But even if you can work incredibly hard get lucky have all the other stars align that you can do that, I think it is messed up that you are still permanently financially on the hook.
I think for me, the middle ground should be property taxes, being much lower on primary estate, it’s fine to have higher taxes on additional properties because in that case, someone already does have a place to stay no matter what. I think instead things like inheritance or high earners should be taxed more, and I say this, as someone who is likely to already be part of both of those categories. But I say this because both of those situations are not so directly linked to a fundamental right like housing. Essentially it just boils down to taxing things that hurt people the least, because I think it’s no question that past a certain level of income, you are not needing that to survive a sufficiently happy and healthy life, it is more just wanting to accumulate wealth. And that is so much less important than someone having access to something so fundamental.
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The Quiet Ordinary
18 years ago today, I was baptized, formally and personally entering into the Baptist tradition of the Christian faith. I was eighteen at the time. In the Baptist tradition, baptism is a public, external profession of an internal reality: that I claim my faith in Jesus Christ as my own and am committing to a life of following Him.
(Note: the Baptist perspective on baptism is far from universally shared among Christians, and I myself hold to it very lightly today).
Image: I share my story of coming to faith before my baptism.
My baptism took place in the presence of a mixed audience: some of the Indian families from the community I was part of, many of the students with whom I had relationships through the Christian college ministry I was actively involved in at the University of Louisville (including my future wife!), and some members of Heritage Baptist Church in Owensboro, Kentucky, the church under whose care I had been exploring my personal faith.
I remember the circumstances of my baptism being somewhat unusual. In the tradition I was entering into, baptism would typically take place within the local church body through which someone had come to faith and been ministered to. This was what I witnessed for many of my peers who were making their faith their own through the same act. My circumstances, however, were a little different.
My baptism was hosted through a gracious arrangement with Clifton Baptist Church, a local church in Louisville, facilitated by Heritage Baptist Church, which was nearly two hours away. Due to complications outside of my control in becoming a member of a local church (a topic better suited for private conversation), I would not formally become a member of a local church in Louisville until joining Sojourn Church the following year.
The circumstances of my baptism reflected something distinctive about my journey into the Christian faith. I had come to faith not primarily through the ministry of a local church body, but through a mix of ordinary relationships that had a significant influence on me. Through these influences, I believe I came to faith personally in July 2007, about 16 months before being formally baptized.
One of these influences was a community built around an ecumenical fellowship, originally organized by a few Indian families who had migrated to Louisville, Kentucky, in recent years. I started attending this fellowship not because I was particularly interested in exploring faith, but simply for community and to make more friends with others my age who were there with their families. While it certainly started there, I believe God began to use that space to invite new kinds of questions and curiosity within my own soul about what it means to live a life well lived, as a teenager on the cusp of adulthood.
Another was through a friendship with a neighbor in my apartment complex who was a graduate student at the local Southern Baptist seminary at the time. This friend, in God's providence, had a love for the people of India and would become more involved with the Indian fellowship I mentioned above. Through his friendship, kindness, and wisdom as I explored what being a Christian would mean to me personally, along with the support of his home church, the aforementioned Heritage Baptist Church, I was offered the time, space, and agency to explore faith more openly, even if my involvement with the church directly was limited by the physical distance. This friend is who baptized me!

A third was through a kind, gracious neighbor, a single mom at the time who was often a source of wisdom and kindness to me and my family through the challenges that came with migrating across the globe to a new country. She became a good friend to my mom and was a source of welcome wisdom to me, especially during moments when tensions were high between my parents and me, and I needed to step outside the house and talk to someone other than my parents about something we disagreed on. She modeled sympathy for my perspective, but was also skilled at helping me see things from my parents' perspective, something that has long been a difficulty in my relationship with my parents. I recall her asking me questions, rooted in her Christian faith, that invited me to reflect more deeply on my own life and what I believed and wanted my actions to reflect.
Finally, while I sadly do not remember the name of the person I had this interaction with, I am indebted to a tender, personal, and pivotal conversation I had at the hospital where I was volunteering during the summer before my senior year of high school.
My mom worked at this hospital as an ER nurse, and she wisely thought it would be a better use of my time to serve there rather than remain idle at home during the summer. I remember being responsible for visiting patients in a particular ward to check in, refill water pitchers, offer refreshments, magazines, or newspapers, and see if they needed anything the hospital staff could help with. This was a sobering experience for me, as it reminded me of my own mortality, seeing others in their old age or in poor health dealing with the limits of their own bodies.
One day, one of the patients I was tending to was an older woman who was particularly kind and asked me to sit with her to chat for a little while. I obliged, moved by her warmth, and shared a little about my story and where I found myself about a year after moving to the country. She was brave enough to ask me about where I was spiritually, which came at quite a providential time, given that I was already being moved on this topic by the influences I mentioned above.
She then shared something of her own story of Christian faith, the details of which I sadly don't recall, but concluded with an invitation for me to consider the faith for myself. I remember how much it moved me to hear this from someone so much older than me, who was able to speak of the joy she had in her faith, even while suffering from something that had left her bedridden in the hospital.
I am deeply grateful for all these people, places, and experiences, and for how I have been formed by them. Looking back, what stands out to me is not just that these people shared their faith with me, but the ways in which they did so. They took an interest in me, made room for my questions, and extended friendship, kindness, and care as I was still finding my way.
Since joining Sojourn Church in 2009 as a 19-year-old, a year after my baptism, I have spent the last 16 years as a member of local churches in the Southern Baptist tradition, or in nondenominational churches that were, for all practical purposes, Baptist in their theology and culture. This was a tradition I came to call my own – not simply one that was handed down to me through family or heritage.
Sadly, for far more years than not, the early experiences and relationships I have chronicled here have not been followed by commensurate experiences within the local churches where I was formally committed to. The kinds of relationships that were so formative in bringing me into the Christian faith have often been the very things I have struggled to find within the communities where I have sought to live out my faith.
For a little over a year now, my wife and I have been doing some exploring about what the future of being Christians might look like for us, especially as it relates to the local church. I've written more about where we're at on that journey in a separate post, Limping Toward Belonging.
It's bittersweet to reflect on this as we find ourselves in a place where we are probably walking away from the Southern Baptist tradition and culture in which we have both been deeply embedded, in search of other traditions that might have more room for us to be seen, known, and valued more truly than we have experienced previously.
While I am hopeful that this journey taking us elsewhere is the right step for us, it still comes with waves of grief when I reflect on my early journey into faith, the hopes I had at the time that have gone unmet, and the desires that remain unfulfilled when it comes to being a meaningful part of a church community.
It's not entirely clear to me yet what sort of transformation has come as fruit of our time in the churches we have been part of. But at the very least, this season has given me a greater appreciation for the journey through which I first came to faith. And it has pushed me to be the kind of person who reflects the actions and hearts of those who have been there for me at my crossroads.
I find myself returning today to the people, experiences, and stories from that earlier season of my coming to faith, before I ever formally belonged to a local church. In many ways, those memories have become a deeper well to draw from than much of what followed in the years since.
Perhaps what we are looking for now and seeking to grow in ourselves is not all that different from what I was fortunate enough to encounter back then: ordinary people who made room for me, took an interest in my life, and helped me find my way.
#faith #community #church
from Lastige Gevallen in de Rede
Nog even dit
Nog even dit. Kent u die uitdrukking 'zitten in de herfst van hun loopbaan of zelfs leven' daar krijg ik de kriebels van omdat je er dan van uit moet gaan dat er ook een winter komt en vervolgens weer lente, dus de loopbaan of het leven begint na deze fase weer opnieuw, steeds weer, sterft tijdelijk af om daarna weer de successen aan een te rijgen, weer herbegint als Jezus maar dan zonder hemelvaartje naar pappies paradijs. Dat kan toch niet, het is gewoon op, je komt niet meer vooruit, iedereen loopt je voorbij, mept je van het speelveld, ziet je aftakelen, inzakken en dergelijke, het end is nakende, het bureau lonkt, je zit straks aan het stuur of in een bestuur, of je maakt je klaar voor de laatste keer van zus en zo, maar een ding is duidelijk je loopbaan verliest niet zijn blaadjes om ze dan later opnieuw aan te maken, ja, oke, je gaat dus niet terug naar de eerste dag in het peloton, klaar, einde ene loopbaan of de totale en of einde van je rondjes meemalen om de zon, op naar over en sluiten, donder op met die uitdrukking de herfst van, oké, in de papiermolen ermee, uit de bek vissen voor je het zegt en terug gooien in de zee van stomme gezegdes en andere onnozele zaken, zoals bijvoorbeeld die van de slang en de appel, heeft u weleens een slang appels zien eten, is er ooit een fruitslang geweest, voor de uitvinding van de tuinslang dan, nou, nee, dat dacht ik wel, dus hier is ergens een idioot geweest die dacht ik ga twee, eigenlijk 3, dingen combineren die helemaal niks met elkaar te maken hebben en daar maak ik een ontzettend ruk verhaal van, een babbelende slang, een pientere appel en een meisje gebakken uit een rib... kom op mensen doe een keer dicht dat lul de behanger boek.. we hoeven toch niet iedere dag te bewijzen dat we ontzettend dom zijn, sla eens een jaar over.
Zo dan ga ik nu de Disney verfilming zien van de Disney tekenfilm Vaiana... blijkbaar was er iets heel erg mis met de tekenfilm en ik wil graag weten wat, want waarom zou je anders twee keer dezelfde film maken, heel snel na elkaar, Spiderman, Batman en Superman zijn al veel vaker opnieuw gemaakt maar daar zat meer tijd tussen en daar hebben ze heel last van het marvel multiverse virus, heel lastig als je niet meer weet waar je bent, wie je bent en waarom je steeds dezelfde films maakt.
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A qualified physical therapist can assess your movement patterns, discuss your concerns, and recommend suitable exercises or treatment techniques.
Depending on your individual condition, physical therapy may support people dealing with:
The aim is to help individuals improve their physical abilities and become more comfortable with daily movements.
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It combines breathing, flexibility, balance, posture, and core-strengthening exercises. Each movement encourages you to understand how your body responds and how different muscles work together.
Even simple exercises can challenge your muscles when performed with the correct technique.
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Fitness Beginners: Pilates offers an opportunity to learn controlled movements and gradually develop physical confidence.
Active Individuals: People who enjoy sports may want to work on flexibility, stability, and movement quality.
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These habits may seem simple, but they can help you become more aware of your physical needs.
Remember that consistency matters. A comfortable routine you can follow regularly is often more useful than an intense workout plan that becomes difficult to maintain.
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It's easy to spend the entire day taking care of work, family, and other responsibilities while forgetting about your own physical health. But your body supports everything you do, from completing everyday tasks to enjoying time with the people you love.
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You don't have to make dramatic changes overnight. Start with manageable steps, stay consistent, and seek professional advice when needed.
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Last week, my family and I went to a kids hair salon not too far from our home. I usually dread it because my older one doesn’t like haircuts ever since his first one. I was surprised my younger one was the complete opposite.
Calm. Makes me wonder if my sons have opposite personalities. I’ll see until my younger one’s next haircut.
#children #family #haircut
from
The happy place
The train this morning was one hour delayed. I stood in the chill autumn air, by the train station, watching the sun rise over the tracks, fingers frozen.
I thought then, that the sky looked as if someone just poured a bunch of dirty watercolours and pink over the paper, like even God couldn’t be bothered to render the sky properly on this fine day.
And I am now back on my way home, black windows and I am lulled in the train car like some sort of baby. Looking at these other people who could’ve been my friends maybe? In another life or this life,
Dozing a little bit, uncertain how long I have been sitting here, contemplating.
Was this a day well spent? Who knows!
Do you consider these forks in the roads, so much in life is just luck, be it good or bad. I would’ve been a train driver, maybe, had I not met my wife when I did.
Or I could’ve worked with forklifts at the postal terminal if I didn’t become a UNIX man instead.
And I have no clue what I would’ve felt then
And I wouldn’t have been the same person even
Maybe
It is all very transient, I think.
Mhmm
from EnbySpacePerson

Not everything went well yesterday. Washington passed a law that will make girls sports as demeaning and terrible for cis girls as much as for trans girls. Some girls will prefer not to play at all, accomplishing the Right’s main goal of damaging women’s rights. Trans boys and men continue to be left out of these conversations even when we’re making progress for trans people in sports. While actions like Washington’s directly harm trans people, the goal is and always has been to harm women. Among cis women, BIPOC will always face the worst outcomes of these actions because the definition of “normal” is always pegged to whiteness. This action won in one of the “lefty” states. Even our strongholds are not immune to the fascist tool of defining out groups and using them as a cudgel to manipulate The People into harming their own interests.
Expect (and prepare to fight) more anti-trans laws and regulations. Too many who betrayed us had too good results yesterday so the festering turd of those aching to betray us will be emboldened by the cry of “it’s what the voters want.”
We the people overcame gerrymandering and voter suppression by sheer numbers. Those we send to Congress must take radical action to ensure the voice of the people is never again threatened by anti-democracy forces. The Democrats must do the work they failed to do when Biden was in office. We must make a new and stronger Voters Rights bill to guarantee that every eligible voter is automatically registered, voting day is a federally recognized and mandated holiday with full pay, and each district is not gerrymandered.
Roe must be enshrined into federal law. We must pass our first real law granting the right to privacy at the federal level, learning from the failures of the GDPR so that we can have the best privacy law in the world. We must have a right to repair law to protect Americans from disposable electronics that are designed to be prone to failing prematurely. And we must have universal healthcare.
As Jessie Gender recently reminded us, we’ve been through this cycle before: Democrats win, squander their victory, and leave Americans as desperate as ever, leading to another wave of GOP victories.
#USPOL #BlueWave #Democrats #Democracy
from Jours de J.

nous sommes cailloux cherchant leur juste agencement
mais posés là de tout notre grave poids englués dans l'asphalte
en vaine attente du puissant torrent qui saurait nous rouler comme ballons dans l'herbe
nous rouler dans l'herbe
photo © Anemone Nemorosa @SensitiveSyl@beige.party
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The Morning Patrol with Mastelek💪
There I was, shooting the breeze with my old mate Duncan over a Sunday braai, the smoke curling up into the African sky as we chewed the fat about life, tech, and everything in between. Duncan wasn’t much of a talker—quiet bloke, kept his cards close—but when he did open up, it was worth listening. Tragically, he took his own life during the COVID pandemic, just another statistic in that godawful mess. Hit me hard; he was a proper buddy, and I had no inkling of the demons he was wrestling with inside. Rest easy, boet.
Our chat that day veered into why Madge Networks, a company where we had both worked at back in the day, went tits up. I’d scribbled about it before, but hashing it out with Duncan brought it all back. My take? Madge had a solid solution in hand and went hunting for a problem to fit it, all while piling on one bad strategic call after another. Truth is, when a company craters like that, it’s never just one reason—it’s a bloody avalanche of them. You’ve got the obvious surface-level cock-ups, the mid-layer blunders propping those up, and then, if you dig deep enough, the root causes lurking at the bottom. No single villain in the piece, but a chorus of them singing in harmony toward disaster. I’ll lay out my two cents here, but I encourage anyone reading this to chip in—the full picture’s probably a group effort.
If you’re hunting for the gold standard in tech brain farts, look no further than Kodak. They bloody well invented the digital camera, the very thing that gutted their film empire, but they were too busy squeezing every last drop from their legacy cash cow to spot the digital tsunami barreling down. That wave also smashed Polaroid, another innovator caught flat-footed. Madge was like a precursor to that duo: they nailed Token Ring networking to perfection but should’ve pivoted hard into silicon for the Ethernet and WiFi juggernauts on the horizon. Instead, they dabbled in mergers and acquisitions without the street smarts that made Cisco kings of that game. Ironically, Cisco did float an offer to buy Madge, but it got knocked back. As we say out here on the Highveld, “Eish!” What a missed shot.
My own run-in with Madge kicked off in ‘93 or ‘94, installing their FDDI adapters into NetWare SFT III servers. They were the only ones that didn’t crash the whole setup—rock solid. From then on, I was a Madge fanboy through and through. As that guy from Remington shavers said, “I joined them.”
Any yarn about Madge has to circle back to their “Switching to ATM” fiasco. It sounded dead clever at the time, sophisticated, even, but it was clumsy as hell and completely missed the boat on the desktop market. Silicon for everyday connectivity was never heading ATM’s way. Back then, the big debate raged between Token Ring and Ethernet, and the verdict was Ethernet won out. But let’s be real: users ditched both for wireless radios—WiFi steamrolled the lot. Funnily enough, today’s Ethernet tech borrows more from Token Ring than you’d think, especially on the fibre side, where standards trace back to FDDI (remember that relic?). As an aside, one of Ethernet’s dumbest holdovers is its tiny frame size—pathetic, really. Token Ring was streets ahead in design on that front and plenty others. And get this: now we’ve got Ethernet rings per G.8032 specs. Talking rings, Token Ring’s source route bridging was a masterpiece compared to Ethernet’s limp transparent bridging. It let you build massive Layer 2 domains without broadcasts melting everything down; Ethernet had to lean on Layer 3 to catch up.
All that sweat poured into Token Ring MACs? In hindsight, Madge could’ve redirected it to ride the storage or wireless wave that was cresting. The real driver wasn’t video or those Jetsons-style fantasies pushing ATM—it was high-speed storage needs. ATM touted QoS as its killer feature, but Ethernet cracked that nut with higher-level protocols and shaping, all at a fraction of the cost thanks to years of price drops. These days, most priority multimedia traffic runs on traffic shaping—not as fancy as ATM’s QoS blueprint, but it gets the job done. Sometimes. I’m into SD-WAN and know it well. In the last few years those shaping protocols have improved with an example being fq-codel and CAKE.
Then there was that late-’90s idiocy: some ponytail in marketing decided to overhaul the corporate identity. Changing your look never boosts sales—it’s a fool’s errand that only lines the pockets of ad agencies. No company’s pulled it off without a hitch, yet they all queue up to try. Classic case? Coke’s New Coke debacle; they had the muscle to backpedal, but Madge? Not so much. Ditching those lightning bolts for brown cardboard boxes? Utter tripe. Went from unique and punchy to bland as dishwater.
And don’t get me started on the Lannet acquisition in 1995. When I chatted with folks there later, they swore blind they were an Ethernet outfit through and through. Madge, though, heard what they wanted and jammed a square peg into a round hole. Mismatch from the jump, and it showed—Lannet got spun off and sold to Lucent by ‘98.
By 1997, the writing was on the wall: Madge slashed 700 jobs—a third of the workforce—scrapped their ATM push entirely, and shuttered their San Jose HQ to retreat back to the UK. They admitted to overreaching without the resources to duke it out with the big dogs. The company limped on but finally folded in 2003, another victim of Ethernet’s relentless march. Hindsight’s 20/20, but Madge’s story’s a cautionary braai-side tale: innovate or die, but pick your battles wisely, or you’ll end up just another tech fossil in the dust.
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Humans have long been captivated by birds, not just with their graceful flights and vibrant plumage, but also through the whimsical and often poetic collective nouns assigned to their groups. These terms of venery, originated in medieval England as part of hunting traditions, where knowing the proper name for a gathering of animals demonstrated one’s sophistication. Many trace back to the 15th century, appearing in works like The Book of Saint Albans, a collection of hunting lore attributed to Juliana Berners. Over time, these names have evolved, some drawing from observed behaviours, superstitions, or sheer linguistic creativity. These are the ones which are more than the generic flock of birds.
Let’s start with one of the most infamous: a murder of crows. This term likely stems from folklore associating crows with death and omens, as they were often seen scavenging battlefields or around carcasses. The word “murder” evokes their supposed propensity for mobbing and killing weak members of their own kind, though this behavior is more myth than fact. It first appeared in English literature around the 15th century. Closely related, an unkindness of ravens or a conspiracy of ravens draws from similar dark associations. Ravens, like crows, were linked to mischief and ill omens in medieval times; “unkindness” may refer to legends of ravens abandoning their young, while “conspiracy” hints at their intelligent, scheming nature. These terms were popularized in The Book of Saint Albans.
Moving to waterfowl, a gaggle of geese applies when they’re on land, evoking the noisy, chaotic sound they make— “gaggle” comes from Middle English for babbling or cackling. In flight, however, they become a skein of geese, referring to a thread or yarn, perhaps inspired by the V-shaped formation resembling a skein unwinding. These distinctions highlight how context-specific many collective nouns are, with roots in Old English observations of bird behavior. Similarly, a lamentation of swans captures the mournful trumpeting calls of these elegant birds, a term from the medieval era that poetically anthropomorphizes their sounds as sorrowful cries.
For raptors and predators, the names often evoke power or strategy. A parliament of owls is one of the most evocative, linking to ancient Greek mythology where owls symbolized wisdom (accompanying Athena, goddess of reason). The “parliament” suggests a wise assembly, though its modern popularity surged with C.S. Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia. It may have earlier roots in Chaucer’s Parliament of Fowls.
A wake of vultures (when feeding) alludes to a funeral wake, given their role as scavengers circling death; this term emerged from observations of their feeding habits in the 19th century or earlier. A cast of falcons borrows from falconry, where “casting” means releasing birds to hunt, a practice documented in medieval hunting texts. Less common but striking are a brigade of martial eagles, perhaps inspired by the military connotation of “martial” (warlike) and their aggressive hunting in groups, though its exact origin is obscure and may be a modern invention based on behavior.
Shorebirds and waders have equally descriptive terms. A siege of herons refers to their patient, besieging stance while hunting fish, first noted in The Book of Saint Albans. A flamboyance of flamingos perfectly captures their vivid pink hues and showy displays, with “flamboyance” deriving from French words for flame or flair, likely coined as flamingos became more studied in zoos and wild habitats.
A dive of kingfishers evokes their plunging hunting technique, a more recent term based on direct observation rather than ancient lore. An irritation of hadedas are those creatures in our gardens here in South Africa who drive us nuts. An impi of lilac-breasted rollers who are venerated by the Zulus. A sneer of penguins as they look like butlers. A squadron of seagulls as they bomb in unison. A strafe of fish eagles as they fly in when hunting fish. A shag of turtle doves, just because. A tsotsi of cuckoos as they always stealing. A camouflage of Piet My Vrou’s as you can never find our see them. An ambush of Kieviets, as that is what they do! A state capture of Indian Mynahs because of the Guptas. A haunting of sacred ibises as that are flying ghosts. A dazzle of sunbirds as the catch the sun. A catwalk of Hoopoe, because they prance like models. A skinder of Secretary Birds, because that is what a pool of typists do.
Among smaller birds, personality shines through. A descent of woodpeckers describes their habit of spiraling down tree trunks, a name from noting their vertical movements. A charm of hummingbirds reflects their enchanting, jewel-like appearance and hovering flight, when these new world birds gained popularity in Europe. A scold of jays nods to their loud, scolding calls when alarmed, while a mischief of magpies highlights their thieving, playful reputation in folklore. A trembling of finches may refer to their fluttering wings in flight, and a quarrel of sparrows captures their noisy disputes over food or territory—these terms often stem from 16th-17th century naturalist writings.
More exotic or regional names include a plague of grackles, alluding to their large, invasive flocks that can overwhelm areas like a biblical plague, a term popularized in North American birdwatching circles. A confusion of guinea fowl describes their disorganized, panicky group behavior, originating from African introductions to Europe in the Renaissance. A congregation of weaver birds straightforwardly refers to their intricate woven nests forming communal colonies where they sing like members of a church. Rarer still are a peloton of hammerkops, borrowing from cycling jargon for a tight group (hammerkops look like cyclists with helmets), and a dive of kingfishers, as mentioned earlier.
These collective nouns remind us of the rich interplay between language, culture, and nature. While some have ancient roots in superstition and hunting, others are modern inventions inspired by behavior. My personal favorite has to be a flamboyance of flamingos—it’s just so vividly fitting for those leggy, pink spectacles strutting through shallow waters, bringing a touch of extravagance to the avian world. Whether you’re spotting a murder in the treetops or a gaggle on the pond, these names add a layer of delight to birdwatching.
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It was one of those balmy Jozi evenings, just as the world was tentatively shaking off the grip of the COVID pandemic. I’d been invited to dinner at the home of an old school friend in Parktown, that venerable suburb where grand Herbert Baker-designed homes still stand like silent guardians of a bygone era, their red-tiled roofs and stone facades dotted along tree-lined streets. The invitation promised a low-key gathering—nothing fancy, just good food, wine, and conversation to reconnect after the isolation of lockdowns. Little did I know it would devolve into one of the most surreal and uncomfortable encounters of my adult life.
The guest list was small: my friend, his father (a warm, retired businessman with a penchant for marketing), and a neighbor named Rex, a retired South African judge who’d hung up his robes a few decades earlier. Rex was in his eighties, sharp-eyed and impeccably dressed in a crisp shirt and trousers, exuding the kind of authoritative presence that comes from years on the bench. At first, the evening unfolded pleasantly. We sat around a wooden dining table laden with homemade bobotie, fresh salads, and a robust bottle of local Pinotage. Conversation flowed easily—reminiscences about school days, the quirks of Parktown’s history, and the shared relief of emerging from pandemic restrictions. Masks were off, vaccines were in, and there was a palpable sense of normalcy returning.
But as the main course gave way to dessert, the tone shifted. Rex, perhaps emboldened by a second glass of wine, steered the discussion toward the pandemic itself. What began as mild skepticism quickly escalated into a full-throated rant about conspiracy theories. “It’s all Bill Gates’ doing,” he declared, his voice rising with conviction. “That man’s not content with his billions—he wants to control the world, Illuminati-style. The vaccines? Just a ploy to track us, make more money, and play God with humanity.” He went on, citing vague “sources” from fringe online groups and social media echo chambers that amplified such nonsense, painting Gates as some shadowy puppet master behind global events using microchips hidden in vaccines.
I listened politely at first, but as someone who’d built much of my career around technology, I couldn’t let it slide unchallenged. “With all due respect, Judge,” I interjected calmly, “I’ve spent my entire professional life using, supporting, and deploying products that originated from Bill Gates’ company. Microsoft has been a cornerstone for so many of us. Gates? He’s just a plain old nerd at heart—a brilliant one, sure, but his philanthropy, especially in medical causes, strikes me as genuine. He’s poured billions into fighting diseases like malaria and polio, not to control the world, but to make it a better place. It’s about giving back, not some sinister plot and there are no microchips floating in vaccines.”
The room fell silent for a beat. Rex’s face reddened, his judicial composure cracking like thin ice. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and barked, “Fuck off.” The words hung in the air, crude and jarring, utterly out of place in this refined setting. My friend froze, fork midway to his mouth; his father cleared his throat awkwardly, staring into his plate. I blinked, staring back at Rex, wondering if this was the onset of senility or just a flash of unchecked temper. Had the pandemic’s isolation frayed his edges, or was this the real man beneath the robe?
The rest of the evening limped along in strained politeness. Dessert was eaten in near silence, punctuated by forced small talk about the weather and local events—anything to avoid the elephant in the room. As I drove home later, winding through Parktown’s shadowy streets, I couldn’t shake the unease. How had this man, entrusted with presiding over courtrooms and dispensing justice, harbored such irrational beliefs? How could someone so unbalanced in temperament have wielded the gavel, deciding fates with the weight of law? It was a stark reminder that titles and authority don’t always equate to wisdom or restraint. In the end, that dinner wasn’t just awkward—it was a window into the fragility of reason in an age of misinformation.
But, hey, the world is full of those.
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