What the Hell is Today's Date

We probably don't think about our calendars too much.  No, I'm not talking about the appointments we write on the calendars, or the pictures of puppies and/or shirtless fireman above them, I'm talking about the setup of the calendars themselves.  What's with all of that shit?  Twelve months?  Leap Years?  What the fuck?

Well, pretty much like most things in western history, it all started with the Greeks.  There are a few things you need to know about the Greeks to understand why they needed a calendar, and no, one was not the fucking of underage boys, though they were totally into that.  First, the Greeks had all sorts of festivals to a myriad of different gods, all of whom tended to get super pissed if their festivals weren’t on the right day.  Due to this, the Greeks became super anal retentive about describing things as specifically as possible.  It wasn't good enough to remember that one spring when Testicles got kicked in the nards by a bull, they wanted to be able to remember it down to an exact point in time.  As a result of all of this, the Greeks got super good at math.  The Greeks, being observant fucks, noticed that a full moon showed up about every 29 days or so, and that this happened a little over twelve times from one winter to the next.  So being clever bastards, they devised themselves a twelve month calendar.  Now of course this didn't work perfectly, since there were a lot of extra fractions of days and months not accounted for.  To deal with this problem, the Greeks added a thirteenth month every two years or so to balance the calendar back out.

Now one would think having a calendar would make things simpler, but it really didn't.  The Greek cities could never agree on anything, including what to name each month and what to call the bonus thirteenth month, so depending on where you went the date could vary pretty wildly.  This got even more confusing as different groups, one of which being the Romans, started adding days to certain months in order to cut down on the number of days needed for the thirteenth bonus month.  To further keep everything as out of whack as possible, when and for how long the bonus month occurred was usually chosen by whomever was in charge, who often did things based more on politics and whim rather than actual mathematics.

If you think that all of this sounds pretty fucked up, then you are thinking along the same lines as Julius Caesar.  When he came to power in Rome around 45 BC, he reformed the calendar by adding days to many of the months and scrapping the whole thirteenth bonus business all together.  However, since the math still didn't quite work right, because Mother Nature loves fractions, he added a Leap Day every four years.  This new calendar, called the Julian calendar, spread across the Roman Empire, and is the basis for the names and lengths of each month which we enjoy today.  The number of days in each month were selected by Julius Caesar on the basis that he was Julius Caesar and people had to do whatever the hell he said.

The Julian calendar remained in place for centuries until the late 1500's, when mathemagicians, getting ever better at calculating fractions, noticed that the Julian calendar was gaining a quarter day every century, or three days every four centuries, which might not sound like a lot, but it meant that by the 16th century, the Julian calendar was off by ten days.  To make up for this, Pope Gregory XIII declared in 1582 that the Leap Day would be periodically skipped three years out of every 400 years.  This new calendar, called the Gregorian calendar, was widely accepted in Catholic countries, but despised for a long period of time in Protestant countries who somehow saw it as some kind of Papal plot, which might seem confusing until you remember that this was the 16th century.  The whole of Europe didn't make the switch to the Gregorian calendar until 1918, with Russia being the last holdout.  The communists might have hated capitalism, but by god, they liked consistency in their dating system.

Anyways, all of this is not to say that there weren't calendars developed all over the world, because there were, thousands of them.  However, there are only three countries today that don't use the Gregorian calendar.  Why is that you might be asking?  Well, the same reason that most global standards are based off of European standards, because they were the best at making guns and giving other people diseases, they had awesome stuff to trade, and they absolutely refused to deal with anybody who didn't agree with them on what day it was.

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What's Up With Old Glory

Ahhh the Fourth of July. Time to celebrate our country by drinking heavily, eating copious amounts of barbecue, blowing some shit up, and maybe shedding a tear or two at the sight of the red, white, and blue flapping in a patriotic wind.  Good times.  However, before you pass out in a celebratory haze, have you ever asked yourself where the hell our flag came from?  Well buddy, sit back, because it’s time to do some learning about liberty.

Now wait a minute you might be saying, we all know the story behind the American flag.  Good old Betsy Ross sewed that bitch up under the direction of George Washington himself.  Well guess what, my easily taken in chum, that story is a load of crap.  The only thing Betsy Ross ever did was distract a British colonel (actually he was German, but he was fighting for the British and we're trying to keep this shit simple) with her feminine charm prior to a battle, which is a nice way of saying she generally acted like a slattern (a fun old timey word) who might give him a little something something.  She also got married three times, the third time to the man who told her that her second husband had died in a British prison, because apparently it was really hard to meet new people back then.

So where did our flag come from?  Well, the first flag was adopted in 1775 and was pretty much the thirteen red and white stripes we see today (one for each of the original thirteen colonies), but without the stars, instead having the British flag in the corner.  Now, this was a little confusing, given that it's just kind of weird to include the flag of the country you're rebelling against in your own flag.  Never mind the fact that this exact same flag was used by the East India Company, a huge British conglomerate which pretty much had a monopoly over trade with Asia at the time. It was like you fighting in a revolt under a flag bearing the golden arches of McDonald's.  Sufficed to say, the flag didn't really stir much patriotic feeling, so it was generally agreed upon that it would probably be best to change it.

Into this mix came some dude by the name of Francis Hopkinson, a half ass lawyer who signed the Declaration of Independence for New Jersey.  Francis preferred to spend his time trying to get people to listen to the crappy music he composed, but after getting offered a quarter cask of wine to do the job, he agreed to design a new flag.  Not being the type of man who put too much work into anything, he just took the British flag part out and replaced it with the blue box and thirteen stars (again for the thirteen colonies already represented by the stripes) we are all familiar with.  Francis handed over the new flag, but the government, not letting the fact they were pretty new on the job dissuade them from being assholes, refused to pay him the wine he was owed.  Francis then died rather young, giving Betsy Ross the chance to jump in with a bullshit story to take all the credit.  Just another case of a woman stealing a man’s idea (because you know, history is just full of that happening).

Francis' flag was America's banner until 1795, when two new states joined the union.  Unsure of what to do, it was decided to add not just two more stars, but also two more stripes. However, as even more states started to join the union, people began to realize that a flag with a gazillion stripes would look pretty stupid.  This caused a huge disagreement of what to do, leading to the flag staying in its fifteen stars and fifteen stripes configuration despite five more states joining, which probably made those five states feel like the one kid who didn't get a birthday card from their grandmother even though all the other grandchildren totally got one.  The bullshit finally ended in 1818, when it was agreed to reduce the stripes back to thirteen and give each state a star, which is the arrangement we have today.  The last change to the flag took place in 1959 when Alaska and Hawaii joined.  So there you go. Happy America Day.

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Cinco de What Now?

Ahhhh Cinco de Mayo.  Yet another holiday in the United States that we've taken as an excuse to drink copious amounts of alcohol, eat somewhat traditional foods, and wear slightly racist hats only kind of related to the headwear of the people we are supposedly celebrating.  It is truly the Mexican St. Patrick's Day.  Of course, just like St. Patrick's Day, we here in America make a much bigger deal out of it then the vast majority of people back in the home country, for reasons that are in no way related to the actual meaning of the holiday.  Nothing says America quite like cultural appropriation and booze.  So, the question is, what is Cinco de Mayo really all about?  Yes, yes, we all know it means May 5th, but that doesn't answer the question.  No, it's not Mexican Independence Day, that's on September 16.  Why don't you just sit down and drink some tequila you sombrero wearing imbecile, and let the big boys school you on some history.

It all goes way back to the year 1862.  The United States was embroiled in the Civil War, pitting slave owners against people who weren't so positive about the practice.  Down south of the border, Mexico had just finished up its own four year civil war, pitting rich church going conservatives against poor liberals who dreamed of a Mexico where money and god didn't make all of the decisions.  Side note, for those of you who are comparing what was happening there to anything going on right now, I suggest you read more about it first.  It was called the Reform War.  I'll wait.  Okay, you back.  Great.  Anyways, Mexico had just finished up fighting a civil war, one of countless in its history, in which the Liberals won but found themselves in charge of a broke country.  Both sides had borrowed a lot of money from Europe to finance their killing of each other, and now that the war was over, Europe was eager to have the loans paid back.  This was a bit of a difficult situation for Mexico given that they had exactly no monies at time.

So what in the world did Europe do?  Well, basically the same thing the mob does when they're owed money: threaten to fuck some shit up.  Naval warships from Britain, Spain, and France sailed across the Atlantic and threatened to start blasting away unless Mexico paid up.  Mexico, apparently having very charming leaders at the time, convinced Britain and Spain to leave, but were less than successful with France.  Instead of leaving, France landed an army which began royally fucking up the country and marching towards the capital of Mexico City.  This was problematic for Mexico, given that their army was ill-equipped, led by a 33 year old general, and smaller than the French invasion force.  However, with no other options, they just kind of went with it.  The two armies met at the city of Puebla, just outside of Mexico City, on May 5.  It was expected to be an easy victory for the French, but much to everyone's surprise, the Mexican army won.  The French retreated back to the coast and Mexico was saved.  Ever since, the people of Mexico have commemorated Cinco de Mayo as a great day in their history.

Of course, that is only half the story. Just one year later, the French army marched towards Mexico City again, and again they met the Mexican army at Puebla.  This time the Mexican army had their asses handed to them, and the French occupied the country for the next three years, during which time for some reason they made it a monarchy, declaring a crazy Austrian duke named Maximilian its emperor.  Maximilian, who changed his named to Maximiliano to better fit in, was a strangely okay dude who seemed to genuinely care about the Mexican people, even though he was basically just some random Austrian guy who had been declared dictator by a foreign government.  Regardless of whether or not he was an okay guy, Mexico fought yet another civil war, which finally ended in 1867, thanks to American political help, with France leaving the country and Maximilian being executed.  If it makes you feel any better, most of Mexican history is exactly this fucked up.

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