Here's a reader suggestion from @_mattl - with so many people calling each other a 'quisling', what does that actually mean? Well, here's a brief overview of the man whose name has become synonymous with 'traitor'. /1
Vidkun Quisling was born in Norway in 1887. Relatively comfortable childhood, went and served in the military, got posted to the Soviet Union as a diplomat, then the Ukraine (where he met two of his wives). After the dust of WW1 settled, he went back to Norway... /2
At first he flirted with communism - just like a few other famous right-wing leaders - then increasingly found himself drawn to right-wing politics. He poured his holdings into setting up reactionary right-wing movements to fight Bolshevism. /3
In the early thirties he served in government as the Minister for Defence, but it was clear his dreams were bigger - he was known for brutally suppressing labour movements, making lists of suspected insurgents, typical wannabe strongman stuff. He was, however, efficient. /4
In 1933, Quisling turned one of his popular movements into an openly fascist party, the Nasjonal Samling, or 'National Assembly'. For their first ever election, they came fifth, which gave them some influence in the Norwegian Parliament, but not as much as Quisling hoped /5
With the Najonal Samling on the periphery, and war looming, Quisling turned to Hitler, trying to drum up support for Nazi Germany across Norway. He was invited to meet Hitler, and passed on information about Norwegian defence capabilities to Nazi intelligence organizations. /6
In April 1940, Nazi Germany invaded Norway. This was Quisling's big chance. He led a coup, going on radio & proclaiming himself pro-Nazi Prime Minister. He halted Norwegian opposition to invasion forces. The next day, he asked King Haakon to grant him power. Haakon refused. /7
Haakon told his cabinet, and the people to keep fighting, keep resisting. Suddenly, Quisling didn't have any power, and was pushed to the side - sent to Germany while a new regime was formed. /8
Later in the year, with the dust settled, Quisling was brought back to Norway to act as the Prime Minister in civil matters, working alongside a German administrator, Josef Terboven. Nasjonal Samling were brought into Parliament. Two years later, he would have sole control. /9
During Quisling's tenure, he oversaw the construction of concentration camps, the deportation of hundreds of Jews and harsh suppression of communist and labour movements. He attempted to draft all children into a Hitler Youth-like organisation, but had to back down. /10
In 1945, as Allied forces approached, Quisling was horrified at the acts of retreating Nazi forces, and felt betrayed by the power he'd worked so closely with. When defeat was inevitable, he negotiated his own surrender to the new authorities. /11
Quisling was charged with conspiring with the Nazis, as well as a number of murders carried out during his tenure as leader. After a trial of just under three weeks, he was found guilty on most of the charges. /12
Vidkun Quisling faced a firing squad at the Akershus Fortress in Oslo on the 24th of October, 1945. /13
As I said at the beginning, the name 'quisling' has become synonymous with 'traitor', but I feel it's a bit more nuanced that that - there's an element of idealistic naivety and being taken advantage of, by larger, more aggressive interests. /14
At a time of such political turmoil, you might well think there are a few people who hitch their wagons to rather dark and shady forces, hoping to push their particular ideological agendas. As for me, I couldn't possibly comment. /FIN
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I've wanted to talk about the 'Gold hats' found in Germany and France over the last few centuries for a while.
Now that they make an appearance at 'The World of Stonehenge', the time has arrived!
The first to be found was in my neck of the woods of Southern Germany, back in 1835 at Schifferstadt, near Speyer. It's considered to be the best preserved of the four in existence.
It dates to between 1300 - 1400 BCE, during the chrinological period known as the 'Bronze Age'.
A few years later, across the French border at Avanton, near Poitiers, another hat was found. This one was a little damaged, and restored before display.
It dates from around the same age range as the Schifferstadt hat.
So, here's a story that I can't quite believe - it's simply too, for want of another word, baroque. I've told it before, but the details I've read give it a simultaneously gruesome and tragic flourish.
This is glorious city of Esslingen, near Stuttgart - a magnet for tourists.
In the mid 17th century, Esslingen was a free imperial city, essentially a microstate, albeit one that was on the decline.
The Thirty Years War had devastated the countryside and famine and disease was not uncommon.
Despite this, it enjoyed a commanding presence in the area.
In 1651, a 32 year old lawyer married Ursula Margarethe Schlossberger, from one of the patrician families of Esslingen.
While Daniel Hauff came from no humble background, this marriage was advantageous for him.
This afternoon, I saw an acquiantance having achieved something I've long dreamed of, but never managed to achieve.
The bubbling emotions made me think about the grief and resentment that can follow an ADD diagnosis. (🧵)
After the initial relief that most of us who have been diagnosed have experienced, there's quite often a period of tremendous grief that follows.
Considering that most diagnosed - both women & men - are so in their 30s/40s, this can be incredibly disruptive.
In my case, it put into sharp relief the signposts by which we chart the course of a 'successful' adulthood - career, a partner, children, a financial safety net.
To be in your late thirties, and become acutely aware of just how 'behind you're lagging' can feel devastating.
Having played a bit of @ExpeditionsGame, I've been more interested in understanding at what my immediate surroundings were like at the time of the Roman Empire.
So, I decided to find out...
First things first - if I woke up sometime in the late first century, not only would I find myself in the middle of expansive forests, but I'd be on a frontier - the Roman province of Germania Superior, on the 'Limes', or imperial border.
The 'Limes' were a wood and earthen border stretching across what is now Germany from Nordrhein-Westfalen to Bayern.
Regular watchtowers and forts would guard the border from the possibility of raiding Germanic tribes.
So I'm now living by myself - pretty much for the first time as an adult. Prior to now I've either been in cohabiting long-term relationships or married.
I gotta say, it's quite a trip - and has made me think a lot about, well, what I'm doing with my life.
For many, many years, I felt like I needed to care for others - that if I wasn't effectively tending to someone else, I was wasting my time.
This, I think, was a compensatory move to offset my (undiagnosed) ADD - I may be hard work, but at least I was trying.
Living by myself, I find that there's so much time that I have that I never noticed before. I must have been running myself really ragged!
So, almost to comfort myself, I end up doing chores, cleaning things, throwing things out - even if it ends up being exhausting.