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Let Zem Eat Cake! Part 1

Hi, Page Turner here! This post is about cake. No, this isn't a food review or something like that. I'm going to talk about the French Revolution.
   Wait! I saw you scroll down! It'll be fine, I'll make it interesting. Because, as we all know, history often is.
    So the French Revolution started in 1789. Unlike the idyllic picture of a small French town in Beauty and the Beast, or the exciting City of Lights, France wasn't exactly a cool place to be. You know how French food is famous? You could kind of say the same thing in 1789. People are starving and there's no food. Meanwhile, King Louis XVI is having the time of his life eating cake, playing tennis, wearing silk and lace...you get the gist. Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette his wife are living in splendor, while the people are out of their minds with hunger. Also, all of the other guys, the royalty that own pretty much all of the land, are living like millionaires. The American Revolution just happened and the people are like, "Hey! Those Americans have it good. No king! Lot's of food!" The king says it's okay for the royalty, nobility, and poor hungry folks to get together and talk it out. The people say that they're forming their own group, the National Assembly; the king gets mad and they have to have their meetings in the tennis courts. After taking an oath, breaking into Bastille and performing barbaric deeds while stealing weapons, and releasing prisoners, the people write their own Declaration of Independence.
      Okay, so rumors are floating around, so the people get the king and queen back to Paris. Everyone's still angry and theirs plots, dissension, the usual before a war stuff. All of the nobility are like, "Yikes! I see plots, dissension, the usual before a war stuff! I'm getting out of here!" When the king and queen try to skedaddle, however, the people stop them and put them back in Paris. A group of rebels try to get the people to sign a petition to remove the king completely, instead of the constitutional monarchy they'd devised in their Declaration of Independence. Well, that causes a bunch of riots, and the people's organization, the National Assembly guys, they send out troops to stop the fights, but it only gets worse, resulting in a massacre that kills fifty people. So France has gotten out of hand, oui? The surrounding countries are getting kind of nervous of this ticking bomb, so they step in. On stage now is Leopold II, emperor of the "Holy Roman Empire" (a German Confederacy), and Frederick William II, of Prussia. Here's where the plot thickens: Leopold II is Marie Antoinette's brother! (audience gasps.) Well, as these to figures step in, fear becomes the undercurrent for the unstable France.
          This is all I've learned so far about the French Revolution, and I've yet to learn about Marie Antoinette says "Let them eat cake." What's up with that? I'll go read about it and report back before 11 o'clock, k? Don't worry, I'll be back to tell you why I'm writing randomly about the French Revolution! Isn't cool how history isn't so different from the present? We're still the same old people with the same old issues. The best part about learning history is seeing how God works everything together for good. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever and He is good! Page Turner, over and out...until later.
                                                                                       ----au revoir, page turner 

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