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“The revolution, like Saturn, devours it’s own children.” – Georg Büchner

Two hundred and twenty two years ago, a crazy group of Révolutionnaires, led by the Three Musketeers, slipped up to the front of the Bastille, overpowered the guards, and blew the hinges off of the big wooden door with a pound of plastique that they acquired in exchange for six Louis, a day old baguette, and either a wheel of camembert or brie (depending on which account you subscribe to). Among those freed were political prisoners, religious leaders, probably a few pedophiles (because I can’t believe that modern U.S. Catholic priests were the only religious leaders to abuse children), and those who were incarcerated for printing and writing pamphlets. Read the rest of this entry →