This afternoon, in an ultimately futile gentle remonstrantic reaction to the rightwing pickleheads smoking cigars in the lounge and their blitheringly inane political conversation, I played Die Internationale.
They accused me of putting on the Soviet National Anthem.
Folks, it's in German. Russians do not sing in German.
Bertold Brecht, Kurt Weil, and Lotte Lenya sing in German.
Are you all a bunch of steamingly ignorant Fox Nation savages?
Oh wait. Yes you are.
You are Marinites.
And well-to-do.
Righty-o.
DIE INTERNATIONALE
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UXKr4HSPHT8.]
Kindly learn those words, Capitalist scum. After the next election they may save your miserable lives.
Now, what I actually should have played, seeing as today is Bastille Day, when we celebrate the overthrow of a cruel despotism and the liberation of the downtrodden masses, plus the beginning of Western Democracy, was either the Marseillaise, OR the Chant Du Depart.
LA MARSEILLAISE
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4K1q9Ntcr5g.]
LE CHANT DU DEPART
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HFF9gnlY3c.]
Liberté, égalité, fraternité, bitches, liberté, égalité, fraternité.
Soon the Jacquerie will be upon you.
We have scythes.
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