Meeting on the Champs-Elysées

The contributors to Riposte Laïque will be gathering again this June 18, exactly one year after their first "Apéro" that signaled a major rupture of a part of the Left with its mainstream parent. The "Apéro", short for "apéritif", was supposed to be an outdoor picnic of wine and sausage in the Barbès section of Paris, where every Friday afternoon outdoor prayers for Muslims block the street and stop all regular traffic. The prefect ordered them not to drink wine since it was offensive to Muslims, and to move their picnic elsewhere, so they went to the Champs-Elysées instead and drank grape juice. About eight hundred people turned out, a number large enough for the event to be considered a success.

This Saturday, they will again make their way to the Champs-Elysées, to sing patriotic songs, to reaffirm republican values, and to denounce the loss of national identity through Islamization and immigration. Oskar Freysinger is expected to attend, and already there have been calls to ban the rally because of the presence of "racist" Freysinger.

Rain is expected, so take your umbrella if you happen to be in Paris, and have an inclination to attend. According to my iPhone the weather will be partly sunny and partly wet. Not too bad, considering we have had frequent drenching rainfall and thunderstorms on the East Coast for several weeks.

Riposte Laïque is supported in its efforts by Valeurs Actuelles, a conservative publication, that notes the importance of the evolution of certain members of the Left toward a more realistic view of the current crisis in France.

One of the patriotic songs they may sing Saturday is Chevaliers de la Table Ronde. Here it is sung by Les Quatre Barbus (The Four Bearded Ones), a famous French vocal group of the first half of the 20th century, known for traditional songs, drinking songs, songs with racy lyrics that they recorded unexpurgated. They retired from singing in 1969.



Knights of the Round Table
Let's drink to see if the wine is good.

I'll drink five or six bottles
With a woman on my lap.

If I die, I want to be buried
In a cellar where there is good wine.

My two feet against the wall
And my head under the spigot.

On my grave I want them to write
"Here lies the king of drinkers."