On the 14th of July in 1789, a crowd of nearly one thousand protesters stormed the Bastille in Paris, France, a major event in the French Revolution, commemorated annually as "Bastille Day".
In the months running up to the uprising, the people of France were facing a dire economic crisis, food shortage, and increased militarization of Paris on orders of King Louis XVI. The Bastille was an armory and prison, perceived by many as a symbol of royal authority in the city.
On the morning of July 14th, a crowd of approximately one thousand people surrounded the Bastille, calling for the surrender of the prison, the removal of its cannon, and the release of the arms and gunpowder stored there.
After negotiations stalled, the crowd surged into the courtyard of the Bastille and were fired upon by troops in the garrison. In the carnage that followed, ninety-eight protesters and one defender of the Bastille were killed.
Governor Marquis de Launay, fearing his troops could not hold out, capitulated to the crowd and opened up the Bastille doors. He was captured and dragged towards the Hôtel de Ville in a storm of abuse. While the crowd debated his fate, the badly beaten Launay shouted "Enough! Let me die!", kicked a pastry cook in the groin, and was then promptly stabbed to death.
As news of the successful seizure of the Bastille spread throughout the country, revolutionaries established parallel structures of power for government and militias for civic protection, burned deeds of property, and in some cases attacked wealthy landlords.
King Louis XVI first learned of the storming the next morning through the Duke of La Rochefoucauld. "Is it a revolt?" asked the King. The duke replied: "No sire, it's not a revolt; it's a revolution."
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Got into an argument with my mom today because she strives to be as oblivious as possible. The shampoo machine/carpet cleaner is broken, the motor that drives the brissels is either broken or the bearing is rusted shut (mostly likely this). It's from the '80s and I have no idea how to even find a suitable replacement for it, assuming that's the case. Tried leaving it upside down with some penetrating lubricant to break it up. She just walked up to it and took it down and started using it to sorta' half-assedly finish the job I was doing, which I had switched to just doing by hand with a firm-bristle brush and a bucket of water and carpet cleaner soap. Was gunna' use a wet vac or even the shampoo machine to suck it up since the vacuum part of it still works. It's been broken for probably years and no one fucking noticed or told me. You'd think they would have wisened up to how it never actually cleaned or scrubed stains out of the disgustingly-stained carpet, it mearly freshed it up and maybe slightly cleaned the non-stained bits a little.
I'm trying to explain this to her (she basically doesn't wear her cochlear implants/hearing ads anymore unless absolutely necessary) and she won't listen so I'm screaming at her mad as fuck that she won't listen to me like a deranged jack ass. I was doing a good job just brute-forcing cleaning this piece of shit house. Instead I keep getting talked down to or ignored, either a lot or only a little bit, because these fucks refuse to accept reality whenever it'd be an undesirable truth.
So she's threatening to make me move out and saying I'm mentally ill for like 30 minutes. I'm just ignoring it and scrubbing the carpet in my bedroom. Comes back crying as usual. I'm just mad, as usual, but also kinda' blase about things, as usual, in the meantime. We went out and bought a smaller carpet cleaner thing that was on sale for an OK price (especially when split between the 2 of us), which doesn't have any powered brushes unfortunately but at least it's more portable and storable and makes the user actually do a proper job and not just let a machine, that isn't even working, 'do the work' for them. But I know I'm going to have to be the one to do it every time because she'll only work for maaaaybe 15 minutes and then take like 1-2 hour break and then work another 15 minutes and then "do the rest tomorrow" and then it never gets done and what is done is so poorly executed that it was almost a waste of time and resources and effort.
Anyway, wish my family weren't pathetic fucking losers who let me down every chance they get.