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louis xiv

  • French attacks

    Why is that easier to recognize Luciferian principles in US-Theocracy from France? Because France was under the same bloody religion with king Louis XIVth yesterday.

    Believe there are less satanic symbols in Versailles Baroque art than in the Empire State Building or Mickaël Jackson's music, German's svastika? Water element, symmetry of the cemetery, gallery of glasses, tritons and Neptune's water music, babylonian gardens, ditches full of dead bodies, fascination of today US-millionnaires or Japanese little kids ready to go to the Inferno, following Hamelin's pipe player... nothing is lacking to the stuff.

    Entirely devoted to Apollyon's divine worship is Versailles Palace. XVIIth century is the century of mass-murderers in scarlet or purple dresses: Mazarin, Richelieu, disciples of Wolsey-the-butcher whose destiny is to be devoured by the king their puppet at the end. Elisabeth, Napoleon: they do not need a traitor anymore to translate Apollyon's orders. Traitor is always bad treated by his master as Sganarelle does.

    French history teaches it. Or borrow Shakespeare's Perspicacity, best weapon against British perfidy.

  • Shocking Civilizations

    Do US people love the France of Versailles and Louis XIVth? Or the one of the Revolution and Robespierre? Question is not so stupid as USA is supposed to be a democratic nation and illustrate the new modern citizenship -Freedom-Ladies-and-Gentlemen! Obviously USA-Nation has everything to do with Versailles' Great Time from which its Science, Art, Religion (and maybe even its pornography) is issued.

    Comparing worshiping king of France Louis XIVth, supposed to be nothing less than a human God or the son of the Sun, with worshiping President Obama, one must say that the worldwide love for Obama is more superstitious (Though the French press suck our Government and State as much as they can, a few journalists were rather surprised by the ask of Obama's wife to open Parisian Shopping Paradise on Sunday when she came with her husband, children and bodyguards. 'What's that? Sunday is Monday now and Shopping religion the religion of every day?' Hypocrisy is essential virtue to be a good French journalist, with a rather big diploma in ignorance.)

    Devotion for Louis XIVth is kept by the Versailles stylish furniture or gardening, but cruaulty of diseases and starvings, especially when they were caused by the king wars, makes the comparison between the devotion of any African people today for their President or Dictator more adequate. The popular love for Louis XIVth grand-grand-son Louis XVth who was a better king, more pacific, suddenly turned into hate for almost no concrete reason.

    Obama is just a picture on TV of the nice guy every mother wants her son to look like, speeching the Harvard language whiter than George Bush dark slang, with the Nobel Peace Prize in his pocket that will no doubt impress God himself (speciality of Nobel Swedish Jurors is to give prizes to mass murdering tools as they did fresh with Princeton crazy engineers using Black Jack rules to calculate profits after German bishops blessing Atom -"Thu are atoms and thu will turn into atoms later.")

    Therefore the French Revolution or the English one never happened in France or England countries themselves but only in Bacon's or Voltaire's thoughts; exactly as Karl Marx' willing to get rid of the State Anarchy is not real yet.


  • Indulgent Saint-Simon

    Je suis frappé à la première lecture de Saint-Simon (l'Ancien) par l'indulgence de ses portraits. Probable que ceux qui jugent Saint-Simon sévère ne veulent pas admettre non plus que "Tartuffe, c'est nous.", malgré la démonstration de Sollers.

    J'ai décidé de zapper plus ou moins le XVIIe siècle, qui a beaucoup trop de style pour être honnête. Mais je profite de ce qu'on m'a demandé de surveiller quelques neveux qui s'ébrouent dans un rivière pour lire d'un oeil quelques portraits de cour. Heureux gosses à peine sortis de la caverne et qui ne se doutent pas de la menace qui plane, de l'engloutissement possible du monde en quelques secondes...

    - Indulgent parce qu'il trouve des excuses à la bigoterie insupportable de l'infirmière de Louis XIV : l'état de nécessité dans laquelle elle a vécu longtemps. Il est certain, pour le traduire dans la langue du jour, que nécessité rend con.

    - Indulgent aussi parce qu'il explique que la stupidité de Louis XIV a été entretenue par son entourage, et qu'il reconnaît au roi, malgré sa bêtise, un penchant pour le savoir et une bonne capacité à l'augmenter.

    - Indulgent par les portraits vivants qu'il fait de femmes très laides qui n'auraient pas sans lui trouvé de peintre.

    Mais un de mes neveux manque de se noyer et, par acquit de conscience, je me sens tenu de plonger à l'eau pour le ramener au bord. Il faut que je lise Saint-Simon à mes neveux avant qu'ils ne voient à la télé quelque documentaire débile de Stéphane Bern sur le "Roi Soleil", la fermette de Marie-Antoinette, et toutes ces niaiseries de boy-scout.