July 14, 2005

• My friend Georges got us thrown out of a restaurant in Southfield, MI for his stirring after-dinner (and not a few drinks) rendition of La Marseillaise. We all marched out in support as he sang the lead.
• Southfield, MI hates your freedom!
• Et alors? C'est nouveau?
• Our rebellion was short lived. We tried to locate the "foreign cohorts" but discovered that they was us.
• Serge Gainsbourg nearly got lynched for recording "Aux Armes et caetera", as I recall.
• I'm so con I didn't even realise it was Bastille Day. Pardon!
• *rises with Victor Laszlo, sings, sneers at Germans*
• Well, if you had to pick one of the hymns to the nationalist fantasy I suppose this would be it - in terms of being a rollicking good tune (then again I grew up with our appalling dirge about how we all love being subjects to a monarch), but as songs of the revolution go, more of a Ça Ira! man meself.
• *stands next to middleclasstool, weeping as he joins in the song* Aux armes citoyens Formez vos bataillons Marchons, marchons Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons
• cherche la femme! quel fromage! viva berets!
• ho he ho he ho.
• A happy day of liberation to our French brothers and sisters. Thanks for all the food and the wine and helping us kick all those British bastards out of our country. *hugs briank, pumps fist violently in time with music, spits beer on Major Strasse*
• I enthusiastically support the Marseillaise as being WAY more fun to sing than the American alternative-- which also, lest we forget, contains some mighty dodgy lyrics (scroll down to verse 3 for F Scott Key's sentiments on the British.) Particularly ripe is the sneering reference to the monarchist Brtis and their hired Hessian troops as "the hireling and slave"-- this, from a nation that was to enslave millions. Nice. But the Marseillaise is full of rising arpeggios that make you feel like The God Of Loudness as you hit the high notes. Maybe its dodgy lyrics could be replaced by some rousing sentiments on the MONTAGNE DU LARD POUTINE?
• We left of our own accord. It was getting terribly common.
• *pelts kitfisto with loose tea and stamps*
• *makes a nice cup of tea / dips biscuit / enjoys thousands of years of history*
• Ah, kit, I see you are a True Born Englishman *goes for sly dunk of biscuit in your tea while you read the link*
• *fixes gaze on kitfisto, struggles into Minuteman uniform, packs shot and powder into musket, attaches bayonet*
• *forms two firing lines (like at Rourke's Drift) / advances under artillery fire (like at Alamein) / sends in Hobart's Funnies (like at D-Day) / pauses to brew more tea, thistime without Abiezer's broken biscuits at the bottom*
• What the heck? If it's not sniping at each other, it's outright war. Remember Abiezer, it's dunking, not taking your bikky out for a soak till bits fall off, all right?
• *sees whites of kitfisto's eyes, fires, misses, puts down musket, picks up pouch, loads powder, loads shot, packs it in, picks up musket, looks round* All right where is he?
• French, a failed language.
• *Is won over by the honest brokerage of Alnedra / offers hand of peace to koko the colonialist / adopts air of smug superiority for evermore*
• I love the French. I'm bilingual. I grew up in Montreal. I love Paris. But whenever I hear the opening of La Marseillaise, I expect All You Need Is Love to break in next. Because I fell in love with the Beatles before I ever heard the French national anthem. It's a sad, sad affliction.
• *extends hand with ancient joy buzzer prototype attached, prepares to make loud raspberry sound*
• Don't listen to them, Koko, their wicked hands are stained with the BLOOD OF PATRIOTS! By the way, you look quite fetching in that Minuteman uniform. Really flatters the hips.
• *drips blood of patriots onto a cornetto / tucks in*
• Do you really think so? I wasn't sure about the kneesocks, but they really work with the buckled shoes! *sneaks up behind kitfisto as he's snacking* FREEDOM!!!!!
• Hey! Freedom's our catchphrase now. You've had your turn. I'm not sure the colours were really 'you'.
• Lafayette! Especially the one in the lower right hand corner.
• *hands MCT his winnings as he shuts down the club for gambling*
• *is late to thread but waves the tricolor maniacally from way in back*
• *pokes nostril to start tape recording of La Marseillaise*
• And now, in stereo! /pokes kitfisto's nostril which, being that much more advanced, contains MP3 of Marseillaise