Sunday, August 28, 2011

Wake Up, Damn you!

Tiberge, of GalliaWatch has been documenting the rapid and precipitous decline of France.

Of course, there's the romantic notion we ignoramuses have of what we'd like to believe goes on under the skies of Paris...

...and there's the much-needed reality check.

I thought I would give you all a graphic demonstration with the lyrics of one of my favorite songs: If you don't speak French, no worries. Just click the link above the video to see the translation and let the pictures here do the actual talking.

Sous le ciel de Paris
S'envole une chanson hum hum
Elle est née d'aujourd'hui
Dans le coeur d'un garçon

Sous le ciel de Paris
Marchent des amoureux hum hum
Leur bonheur se construit
Sur un air fait pour eux

Sous le pont de Bercy
Un philosophe assis
Deux musiciens
Quelques badauds
Puis les gens par milliers

Sous le ciel de Paris
Jusqu'au soir vont chanter hum hum
L'hymne d'un peuple épris
De sa vieille cité

Près de Notre Dame
Parfois couve un drame
Oui mais a Paname
Tout peut s'arranger
Quelques rayons
Du ciel d'été
L'accordeon d'un marinier
L'espoir fleurit
Au ciel de Paris

Sous le ciel de Paris
Coule un fleuve joyeux hum hum
Il endort dans la nuit
Les clochards et les gueux

Sous le ciel de Paris
Les oiseaux du Bon Dieu hum hum
Viennent du monde entier
Pour bavarder entre eux

Et le ciel de Paris
A son secret pour lui
Depuis vingt siècles
Il est épris
De notre île Saint Louis
Quand elle lui sourit
Il met son habit bleu hum hum
Quand il pleut sur Paris
C'est qu'il est malheureux
Quand il est trop jaloux
De ses millions d'amants hum hum
Il fait gronder sur nous
Son tonnerre eclatant
Mais le ciel de Paris
N'est pas longtemps cruel hum hum
Pour se fair' pardonner
Il offre un arc en ciel.

Your governments have disarmed you, have made speech and thought crimes punishable by character assassination, fines and even jail or banishment,  have made defending your lives, your property and your loved ones a crime for which you can be imprisoned. Europe has embraced, once again, genocide. It's own mass extinction. Suicide. Cultural, and literal.

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. George Orwell
"And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?... The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin's thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If...if...We didn't love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation.... We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward."  Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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