fuck marry kill napoleon metternich frederick william
Huh… well… goodness gracious it’s difficult…
Maybe…
Fuck Metternich
Kill Napoleon (a little predictable)
And marry Frederick William

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fuck marry kill napoleon metternich frederick william
Huh… well… goodness gracious it’s difficult…
Maybe…
Fuck Metternich
Kill Napoleon (a little predictable)
And marry Frederick William
If you ever think you’re over-dramatic when you’re having a bad day, remember that whenever King Frederick William I of Prussia was feeling depressed, he would force the soldiers from his tall army (he had amassed a regiment composed entirely of dudes who were over 6 feet tall) to march around his bed chambers in circles to cheer him up.
Frogmore House, Duchess Of Kent’s Sitting Room.
should you fight them: prussian monarch edition
Frederick 1: no, absolutely not. all he wants to do is create beautiful things and enjoy art. you monster, wanting to hurt this man. give him a hug and some fancy thing described as french-style and let him go on his way
Frederick William 1: yes. oh my god, yes. someone has to and if it can’t be me then it should be you. beat him with his cane then lock him in Küstrin for life
Frederick the Great: on one hand, his father and the Seven Years War already did. on the other, he’s an absolute warmongering asshole. probably could beat you through some sneaky maneuver. proceed with caution and maybe an Italian greyhound to win him over
Frederick William 2: the only king he was was of hedonistic desires. kick his ass, but wear protection so you don’t get an STD
Frederick William 3: look....the dude got beaten down by Napoleon. he’s already had his ass kicked. he just wanted to be a normal dude. he was shocked when he found out his kids didn’t call him ‘papa’ behind his back. he has a beautiful wife. leave him alone
Frederick William 4: yes. what did he do? nothing, absolutely nothing but the man is arrogant and made it through the revolutions of 1848 seriously unliked so you should kick his ass for the proles
Wilhelm 1: idk man how do you feel about Saxony and Bavaria being independent states? on one hand he brought Bismarck into power, a punishable offense by law, but on the other he didn’t really care too much to do anything himself. it’s your call
Frederick 3: if you don’t kick his ass then the cancer will. you’ve got 99 days upon his ascendancy to the throne, think fast
Wilhelm 2: the mustache, the arrogance, the navy fetish. yes, my god, yes. beat little Willie to the ground and save some for me
Germans don’t start overt revolutions like those Frenchmen, here we prefer to write calm acoustic songs about our monarchs, pointing out all their flaws, after they’re long gone.
An excerpt from the lyrics for the non-Germanophone people out there:
I leisurely stroll through the Friedrichsstraße [Fredericks-Street] and ask myself
Which of the many Fredericks is it actually named after?
Well, maybe Frederick William I, who they call the “Soldier King”
Who we know from the forced recruitment of the “Langen Kerls” [”tall guys”, a Prussian regiment of taller-than-average men]
A stingy military-head, know for his art of squeezing money out of people
And the invention of the Prussian virtue of beheading children
Who locked his son, together with his cherished buddy Katte,
Into the fortress in Küstrin, because they had run off once
Where he let poor Katte’s head be chopped of
Before his son’s eyes, as they say, just as a rebuke
And if he hadn’t been held back, then he would’ve immediately
Beheaded his own son, unperturbed, so that he’ll turn into a proper man someday
It has to be a different Friedrich, for in this pious country
One wouldn’t have named a street after such a hoodlum
Maybe after Frederick II, Old Fritz, tough and authoritarian
And nothing on his mind except his dogs and his military
And especially not his wife, “I will cast her out”
“As soon as I am the master in this house”, is that why one calls him Frederick the Great?
Well granted, it was he who brought the potato to Germany
But it was also he who put our neighbour off our literature
In eleven year of war he fought fifteen bloody battles
And carried the damn militarism over into our time
Even today he still causes trouble under the earth
With the order that he be buried with his dogs
Only King Helmut [Helmut Kohl, German Chancellor from 1982 to 1998] obeyed, now his dogs have him
The old bone, and we have his Equestrian statue in the middle of Berlin
Flag of the Dragoon Regiment of Georg von Derfflinger from Brandenburg dated between 1680 to 1695 on display at the Deutsches Historisches Museum in Berlin
Derfflinger entered the Dutch War at the vanguard of the Brandenburg troops. He fought against France in Alsace in 1673 and against Sweden in Havelland, Pomerania and Eastern Prussia from 1675 to 1679.
In the aftermath of the Thirty Years War and the damage caused to the population and the lands of the German States most of them reduced the size of their armies, both standing and reserves. By 1660 Brandenburg-Prussia had 5,000 soldiers under arms with the possibility of 18-20,000 soldiers conscripted at a push.
Frederick William, the Great Elector (der Große Kurfürst), and his son Frerderick (future King of Prussia) embarked on expansionist policies, becoming involved in wars with the Dutch and Scandinavian Kingdoms. They also brought about reforms of army tactics especially for cavalry. The reliance of firearms over swords or lances was emphasised similar to the cavalry tactics of the New Model Army in England.
Photographs taken by myself
Johannes Mytens - The wedding of the Elector of Brandenburg, 1648
On 7 December 1648, Frederick William married Luise Henriette of Nassau partially as a solution to the Jülich-Berg question. The couple had six issues before Luise’s death in 1667.
"Hi, I'm Frederick William and I have 8.7 million taler worth of melted down spoons in the cellars in Potsdam."