Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits, was certainly not at the Diet of Worms where Martin Luther defended his stance against the abuses of Catholicism in 1521. No, he began 1521as a Spanish soldier who spent his time stabbing people with daggers over trifles and humping a broad path across the Spanish countryside. Then, a cannonball crushed his leg and, after a serious of horrendously painful surgeries, he spent his time recovering curled up with various religious texts. Only then did he decide to become the super-ascetic we know today.
It is also quite possible that the format of the debates for the Diet of Worms was not actually a no-holds-barred pit match, though unlikely.
On a different note, those of you who watched wrestling in the mid to late 80s need not be told of the power of The Big Leg… Hulk Hogan’s signature move, a move so potent that it stops all metabolic activity in an organism for a three count. For the rest of you, you touters of The 619, the Flying Wolverine, the Stinkface… I have nothing but pity.
For more on Franz von Sickingen, the first real Knight of Lutheranism, this is as good a place to start as any.
– Count Dolby von Luckner
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The Astute Frederick Reader will no doubt have noted by now that, whereas Frederick received his Chapeau de Temps sometime in the 1740s, he and Voltaire seem to be based in the 1770s. What happened to the intervening 30 years, the years in which the historical Frederick matured from a giggling flautist into the somber Prussian whose cynical political mind ruled Europe? For you, The Astute Frederick Reader, the day of answers is at hand.
– The Count and Geoff
I think what amuses me most about this episode is that Voltaire has two whole lines of dialogue even though he is off-panel the entire time.
I do not know if Otto von Bismarck was, in fact, a tenor. I would deeply like to believe that, holding the Ems Telegram tightly in his hand, he looked out through his window at the setting sun and launched into a heart-rending chorus of “Teardrops Upon the Pansies (A Misunderstood Jay Am I).”
On a less joyous note, it is true that, by the time he was an old monarch, Frederick had lost the ability to play his flute, and spent his last years embittered and cynical. Having all of your friends die in war after every country on the continent declares war on you will do that to a fellow…
– Count Dolby von Luckner