It was Thomas Jefferson who said “The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.” So, well done France. Any dose, however small, is always welcome. Although I believe even Mr Jefferson thought you were somewhat excessive with the blood refreshments in the 1790s.
Fortunately for us, the cactus of common sense seems to flourish without any refreshing. Such a pity that it grows in such arid social areas, inaccessible to most upright citizens, who seldom leave the comforts of mainstream thought long enough to smell any flowers that are not fresh cut or growing in the gardens of conformity.
The farce that has been playing out over the last week has been disturbing. It is as if the pied piper came out of the big rock candy mountain wearing the emperor’s new clothes to lead all the princesses into Mordor. The religious zealotry around “free speech” provoked by a single incident is worse than I have seen from any group of Muslims or millinerian Christians.
To call France a bastion of said free speech is laughable. That they allowed the scum de la scum from the cesspit of humanity to walk the Parisian march shows that they have neither balls nor the nous required to defend any kind of freedom. That they have banned the hijab in schools shows they have a bias deeper than the pits of Moria. That they have fought to destroy free speech in Algeria and beyond is simply historical fact.
To see Charlie Hebdo as anything but French narcissism is to take the blue pill. They are the Hustler magazine of the gallic insouciance.
This may be a good time to say that I am an atheist that rather enjoys free speech, in moderation. I am sure I would get a better hearing in France than in Saudi Arabia, Iraq or any number of other US allied countries with strong views on people of my kind.
The liars and thieves, the sociopaths and oligarchs, grind their ‘free speech’ tunes as the monkeys of the west dance the funereal dance in homage. It is a morbid, unctuous dance.
So let Mario Savio say for me what I cannot say:
“There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part! You can’t even passively take part! And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels…upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you’ve got to make it stop! And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you’re free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!”