Conspiracy of One
I recently read this passage in the original French version of the adventure novel by Alexandre Dumas:
Chapitre 75, Le Comte de Monte Cristo / Chapter 75 The Count of Monte Cristo
« . . . Maintenant nous étions dans l’erreur : un titre et un grade vous ont rallié au nouveau gouvernement que nous voulons renverser. Nous ne vous contraindrons pas à nous prêter votre concours ; mais n’enrôlerons personne contre sa conscience et sa volonté ; mais nous vous contraindrons à agir comme un galant homme, même au cas où vous n’y seriez point disposé.
— Vous appelez être un galant homme connaître votre conspiration et ne pas la révéler ! J’appelle cela être votre complice, moi. Vous voyez, que je suis encore plus franc que vous . . . »
“. . . Now we were in error: a title and a rank have rallied you to the new government that we want to overthrow. We will not compel you to lend us your support; but we will not enlist anyone against his conscience and will; but we will compel you to act as a gentleman, even if you are not willing to do so.
You call it being a gentleman to know your conspiracy and not to reveal it! I call that being your accomplice. You see, I am even more frank than you are…”
The so-called gentleman to whom this outraged Frenchman, the President of the Bonapartist Club, spoke, he will soon end up paying for his treachery with his life; although, to be frank, I have to say that during the entire phase of the French Revolution and for several decades following it, treason was a matter of whatever poisoned tongue held the upper hand in France. (I know that’s an awfully mixed metaphor, but “upper mouth” would sound even worse!)
Louis XVIII, known in France as le Désiré, was, indeed the Desired. This former count of Provence was the brother of King Louis XVI, the guillotined « Citoyen Louis Capet » of the House of Bourbon. Louis XVIII was the King of France from 1814 until 1824 (yes, that time frame follows the bloody French Revolution), except for the Hundred Days in 1815. To kick off those momentous 100 days, the great Napoleon escaped from his eleven months of captivity in exile on the island of Elbe.
Yes, Napoleon Bonaparte returned to Paris and was restored to his empire of power in France. This megalomaniacal emperor thus triggered another round of military and political engagements during the armed bloodshed that was so aptly named after him: The Napoleonic Wars. Those approximately fourteen tumultuous weeks became known as The Hundred Days, les Cent Jours. This terminology was initially spoken on 8 July 1815 by the prefect of Paris as he welcomed King Louis XVIII back to Paris, and, most likely, celebrated the exit of Napoleon Bonaparte from France.
The first phase of these political and military battles and counter-insurgencies was called The War of the Sixth Coalition, fought by European nations, the United Kingdom, and Russia, who allied themselves to drive Napoleon out of France. Who says that the nations of Europe cannot successfully unite against a common enemy!
The next phase, those so-called One Hundred Days, comprised the War of the Seventh Coalition. This time, the allied nations declared war on the French Empire, and defeated Napoleon, yet again. King Louis XVIII would be restored, yet again, to the throne of France.
Napoleon actually stayed in power for 110 days, during which time the dramatic stage was set for the final engagement in the Napoleonic Wars: the decisive defeat by the allied nations of Napoleon and the French Army at the Battle of Waterloo. Napoleon Buonaparte surrendered to the British at the port of Rochefort. He was reputedly planning (hoping) to be banished to the United States.
No such luck. His enemies, of which there were now countless numbers, exiled the vanquished military leader and emperor of the French to the very distant island of Saint Helena, off the coast of west Africa. There, Napoleon died in June 1821, after nearly six years of captivity.
The restoration of the monarchy in France in 1815 was a heralded event. The monarchy was now constitutional, unlike the Ancien Régime which had been an absolutist (Divine Right) monarchy. I find it fascinating that the French response to the gory, blood-soaked Revolution of 1789 was to juridically alter, on a second try, the type of its monarchy. Classification, or re-classification, however, did not solve this sticky quandary for the nation of France.
Louis XVIII was the last French king to die while still reigning. King Charles X (1824-1830) abdicated. Louis Philippe I (1830-1848) was deposed, as was Napoleon III (nephew of Napoleon). Napoleon III would be the last monarch to rule over France, from 1852-1870 — much to the abhorrence of a self-exiled Victor Hugo.
I have to wonder about the overall positive effects of the French Revolution upon the nation of France, given the roller-coaster rides of governance that the French people have experienced since the anarchy of 1789. What exactly were the goals and the objectives of the blood-lust, the violence, the chaos, the utter destruction, and the sheer wanton willfulness of those sanguinary revolutionaries?
Those sanguinary fanatics tore down the Ancien Régime, shredded civil society, ravaged churches, and smashed-up the rights of men, women, and children, even as they preached "Liberté, Equalité, Fraternité”, Liberty, Equality, Fraternity — or death.
The bloodlust to destroy millennia of religious buildings, symbols, and philosophy — even a calendar — persisted from 1789 until 1799. Even if the power-mongers had sought only those noble ideals, they ignobly failed to comprehend that those absolutes cannot be realized through external means. Those states of being are gifts from God, to the individual.
The communal mass-ego and the collectivist blob can never achieve the means to, and the ends of, a virtuous soul, a loving heart, a rational and sensible mind. Those attainments must be fought for, and guarded by, each human being, in accordance with the dictates of His Maker. His Maker is not a tinpot despot, or a Committee of 12. Legitimate civil authority is derived from God, not from the governing ghouls pathetically believing they are gods on earth.
What price equality? What price treason?
Evidently, in the France of any revolution, the conspiracy of 1 became the means by which to determine the answers to those questions. The madmen who advocated revolutionary terror self-destructed in a bloodbath of their own terror, of their own making. Georges Danton, as hideous a face as history might ever conjure up for any century, was guillotined by the advocates of revolutionary terror after he was accused — of all things — of venality and leniency toward the enemies of the Revolution.
The enemies of the Revolution might be anyone. Anytime, anywhere.
The psyche that wishes to upend a sound society, an honorable civilization, even a generous family, that innermost self is severely and sordidly disordered, in ways that remain hidden until the fix is in. In truth, in history, the nation of France did not battle for democracy, and for the rights of men and of women, until the Vichy regime and the Nazi overlords threatened life itself in France. Whatever democracy that the French enjoy today is derived from this hideous yet glorious blood-soaked legacy:
the God-given liberties that the Free French Forces, and the patriots of the provinces, battled to reclaim, yet again, for La France during those Dark Years.
The patriots of that Free France were the liberators of a nation that had been brought to its self-divisive knees in 1940 by the political narcissists of previous eras.
Here, in America, the latest round of our politico-narcissists has brought to the fatigued attention of We the Patriots the attention whores of a newer generation: The Progresso-Aristos. Those wussy rebels without a just cause are so full of themselves that, at times, they cannot stay contained within the boundaries of decency, truth, their garments, or themselves. Keeping within the rules of grammar is a herculean task for these lilliputian products of American University Illiberal Education.
Out onto the ether-sphere they pour their gloating self-admiration, in gaudy pixels, as they preen for social justice in designer dresses, or metrosexual skinny suits. They are the woke old maids and squeamish creepy codgers of their flash-in-the-pan peer group. Forty is gonna hit them like hard, like the ton of bricks hurled at law-abiding citizens, les citoyens, during those pre-planned and paid-for peaceful-protest riots of 2020.
Even their means toward revolution are a nine days wonder that’s going under faster than these wunderkinds planned. The devil’s in the details and these sprouts are not what I would call detail-oriented. They are lazy blabbermouths who think the world revolves around them; the world owes them, the world must change for them, the world the world the world outside is a distraction from the world inside that’s in utter shambles.
Lacking a real “reality” and a genuine self, the Progresso-Aristos must go the Soche-Media/Streaming-Whining/Instagram route toward the glitzy fame of societal revolution. The funny-money monetization of 21st-Century Socialism has become possible only through the covert antics of the Internet, and through the affluent idiocy of young minds that have yet to face the realities of life.
Those realities are coming quickly at these wet squibs. There is a real revolution in the works, one that’s been a-brewing since before the Progresso-Aristos were born, or time out of their mind. This real revolution is a bloodless coup that we the patriots have awaited, for decades, in a nation that demands — change for good.