Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons !
Qu’un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !
To arms, citizens,
Form your battallions,
March on, March on !
Let impure blood
Water our furrows !
In 10th grade French class we sang this song everyday to begin class. It is some of the little French I remember from 55 years past.
Sadly, my inner skeptic says nothing will come of this. If Hollande was truly serious then Mecca, Medina, and Riyadh would have been ash and glass by sunrise.
Don’t bet on it. What did they do after Charlie Abdoo?
Yeah, they were singing that in 1940 immediately before the Nazis smashed them; and at Dien Bien Phu and at Algiers.
Hollande needs to call his gynecologist and ask for a prescription for two testicles.
French defiantly sing the Marseillaise when they feel they are not alone. When alone, with no fellow in sight, they get quiet and they look for the exit.
Singing? Singing? Isis quivers in their boots.
Jesus H. Christ, the Frogs are so fucked.
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